Harry put on the Quinn Seal and put on his armor.

The light is dim.

He had only a bleak glimmer of moonlight.

Wand wave.

The man came out from behind the tombstone and stood upright.

The Death Eaters were on the move, wand in hand, as if expecting something.

"yes, that's it, Harry, we can have a good talk." Voldemort's voice was full of demagogy, and he beckoned, "Why don't you come closer?" ”

"I'm so weak right now that I can't keep talking so loudly and closer."

"Let's have a good conversation and talk kindly."

The Death Eaters watched, and the man who walked out from behind the tombstone hesitated, and walked towards them, their robes swaying and their Sorting Hats swaying at their waists.

The look in their eyes was even hotter.

Voldemort's voice was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Potter, you are wise to make such a choice, I think of us."

As the others got closer and closer, his voice became quieter and quieter.

Suddenly.

Several Death Eaters waved their wands together, and the nearby stone tablets twisted and shifted, and several of them worked together to conjure up huge cages and imprison those who had not yet had time to see clearly.

Others raised their wands.

If you can use a silent spell, cast it silently.

If you don't know how to incantation silently, chant it aloud.

The red and orange lights flew out together, and this time, as they had hoped, they hit the figure in the cage with incredible precision, and it fell to the ground with a thud, sending a puff of smoke and dust.

Hit?

It's that simple?

The Death Eaters were pleasantly surprised when someone trotted forward to get "Potter" out of the cage.

"Idiot! Idiot! Voldemort cried sharply, "That's the creation of the Transfiguration Charm." ”

"Transfiguration!"

"He's from Gryffindor, and you're not guarding against him!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

The Death Eaters trembled, and they stood in fear, trembling, and afraid to speak.

"It seems that Senior Tom, you don't plan to have a good talk with me." Harry's words came from behind the tombstone, sarcastic and indifferent, "An old man in his seventies cheating on a child? ”

Voldemort screamed, "Damn it! Get him! ”

The Death Eaters raised their wands again.

The spell continued to unleash towards the tombstone.

A white figure, which looked short compared to a human, suddenly burst out from behind the tombstone.

The Death Eaters were about to chant a spell on it subconsciously.

But at the critical moment, it still stopped.

The precedent comes first, and that is also a deformed creation.

Mr. Potter didn't seem to resist anymore, didn't transform the creatures to resist their spells, didn't fight back, and just allowed his hideout to be blasted open by dozens of spells.

Smoke billowed up.

A Death Eater waved his wand and called for the wind, revealing the place—empty, except for the shattered tombstones, only a crater the size of a head that had been blown out.

No one.

What about people?

Phantom shapeshifting?

Not to mention that they had already cast the "Shadow Lock", Mr. Potter was only fifteen years old, not yet old enough to learn the spell.

Someone turned his head and followed the white shadow that had just run from behind the tombstone.

"Potter is there!" He exclaimed, and the others turned their heads to look.

The white figure was a white wolf, it opened its mouth, and the wand it was holding fell, and just as it was about to fall to the ground, a hand reached out and caught it.

The white wolf, turned into Harry.

No one thought of it.

They defend themselves on the front, but on the sides they are weak points.

Harry waved his wand.

The tombstones around them vibrated and in the blink of an eye turned into a small steel snake the thickness of an arm, leaping high and swooping towards them.

Grow faster!

The second spell was cast on the small snake, and its size skyrocketed in the air, surging dozens of times, becoming the thickness of three people hugging each other, and slamming down.

Bang dang!

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Some people couldn't dodge, they were weighed down by death, their flesh and blood blurred, and four of them were killed with a transformation spell.

There were eight people left, terrified and uneasy.

"Idiot!" Voldemort was still screaming, but he didn't seem to be planning to make a move. "Use the spell I gave you."

The eight men gritted their teeth.

They raised their wands and uttered complex, evil syllables in their mouths.

Alder!

Harry raised his hand, and the seal of law was punched.

Boom, surging waves!

But the Death Eaters didn't move, there was an invisible barrier in front of them, and the magic seal slammed into it, and a dead mottled crack appeared in the air, reflecting the truncated figures of those people.

Thunderbolt Explosion!

Harry swung his wand and a spell slammed into it, followed by the Alpha Seal.

One before and one after!

With a click, the transparent barrier shattered.

But in such a short time, the eight men had already recited the incantation, and they screamed in pain and hideousness, and the robe on their left arm was slightly raised, and something crawled in it.

Soon it came out of the neckline.

It was a black snake, the one that the Black Devil marked the skull that spits out of its mouth, and it is sensitive to burrow into its brain along its nostrils and ear canals.

Weird, twisted.

On the other hand, their aura suddenly became tyrannical, and their magic power became restless and powerful.

A Death Eater wavs his wand in pain.

Originally, he couldn't do it alone, but now, his levitation charm could easily lift this extremely heavy steel serpent.

The other waved his wand, and the flesh of the four men who had been smashed into meatloaf twisted, and quickly got back to their feet.

It was made into a Yin corpse.

These Death Eaters became incredibly powerful and fought alongside Harry.

Eight people and four yin corpses, to fight more and less.

That evil black magic seems to have made them have a heart-to-heart connection, and the cooperation is very tacit.

Crucially, Harry had been on the lookout for, for some reason, motionless Voldemort.

For a while, it was difficult for him to gain the upper hand.

Several rounds of encounters.

Harry slashed off the head of a Yin corpse with a single sword, leaving the remaining eight to swing the spell, shattering the Quinn's shield on him for the first time.

Voldemort scoffed, rampant and triumphant.

"It's useless."

"Tonight, their magic is endless."

"I know your level, slaughtering a dragon, of course it's excellent, I probably didn't have the magic power of your level when I was in the fourth grade."

"But my faithful servants, the strength is now sufficient."

Harry was expressionless: "Really? ”

"You've always been following the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Do you think I'm playing like a family in that kind of game, and I'm showing real skills?"

Voldemort's laughter stopped.

Harry raised his wand, and the magic surged.

Cast a weather spell.

Suddenly the wind rose, the dark clouds were heavy, the electric light flickered among the clouds, and the thunder rumbled and cracked—raindrops the size of beans fell down.

The celestial phenomena were changed in a single thought.

The Shadow Corpse grinned and continued to pounce on Harry, the dark magic creature that loved the humid environment, and seemed to become more excited.

Calling the gods to protect you!

The silver griffon swooped out, wrestling with the corpses.

The eight Death Eaters were affected by the rain, the few torches that were extinguished, and the lack of vision left them to cast spells indiscriminately in the darkness.

Harry pulled out the potion.

Grunt and drink.

The green tendons on the temples exploded, and the medicine took effect.

Quinn!

The magic seal was struck, the shield was covered, and the golden light and thunder and lightning suddenly lit up.

Two stober spells struck.

Crashing into the shield, he snorted and sparked two fires, but failed to penetrate the shield.

Quick!

Harry took a deep breath and waved his wand, the Transfiguration Charm under the rain curtain making it even more difficult to guard against.

Just as one of the Death Eaters raised his wand and uttered the incantation: "Fluorescent flicker!" A strip of cloth flew and grabbed his arm, dragging it in Harry's direction.

The snake bone sword slashed at him.

With a snort, he cut off his waist.

The Death Eater struggled and wailed on the ground, and the spell gave him a vigorous life—no matter how vigorous it was, it could not survive without roots.

The rain washed over his body, and the blood dissolved in the water, and soon disappeared, just like his wail.

The first.

Harry waved his wand, alternating between Transfiguration and Enchantment.

Becoming more agile, he soon caught up with the Death Eaters who were sluggish in the mud.

A sword slashed off, and the head fell.

The second.

The remaining six seemed to realize something, and after four people were broken, the remaining two threw themselves at the huge chair behind them.

One raises his wand to dispel the magic that blocks the Transfiguration Charm.

But as soon as he did so, Harry raised his wand.

Stronger magic spreads out.

Shadow Lock!

Harry, meanwhile, continued to swing his sword, stepping on the rain and dancing in near-total darkness before the Ball.

The sword flowers also danced together.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

Harry grew stronger in the rainstorm, stronger than all of them had expected.

Immediately after, the sixth.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and Harry glanced at him, a familiar face - "Walton McNeill", the current official of the Ministry of Magic.

"Senior Tom, I thought you were lying when you said you were weak." Harry slowly walked to his chair and swung his sword at him under the frightened gaze of the sixth man.

"For so long, I deliberately sold the flaw, and you didn't even make a move on me."

"Thank goodness we've known each other for so long, and you're finally telling me the truth?"

The seventh man resisted, and he resisted with a spell.

But the strong man they can only deal with when they join forces, how can the two of them resist.

The head hit the ground and fell into a low puddle, splashing calf-high water.

Voldemort did not answer.

Harry walked over and finally saw a small cradle on top of the huge chair, which had not been bloodied by the rainstorm.

But he doesn't have the cuteness of a baby at all.

The whole person was wrinkled, and his face was full of cruelty and resentment.

The eighth man.

Harry grabbed him, his head was on Voldemort, and the baby screamed in pain, no curse was triggered, he was like a real baby.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have been to Riddle House and Gaunt's House." Harry looked at him and said in a flirtatious tone, "We found out that there might be a baby. ”

"Dumbledore said that the baby could be you."

"I thought the baby would be you and Barty Crouch's baby."

"Looks like Professor Dumbledore is right."

The baby-like Voldemort looked at Harry in surprise.

How can a good person say such cold and outrageous words in his mouth.

Harry waved his sword.

Chop off the head of the last Death Eater.

Blood splattered, spilling half of Harry's face and covering Voldemort's body, only to be washed away by the rain again.

"Senior Tom, where's Crouch?" Harry looked at him and raised his hand.

Voldemort didn't speak, and continued to look at him resentfully.

"Your servant has abandoned you?" Harry asked softly, "Do you know about you peeping into the girls' dormitories and seducing the old lady?" Feeling unusually disappointed in you? ”

Ardennes Seal!

The purple light flowed, reflecting this small space a little eerie.

"Potter!" Voldemort let out a terrible roar.

The black mist surged on the baby's body, and it still wanted to continue to attach to the body, but the soul body could not resist the power of the Ardennes seal, and little by little, it was expelled.

It's a broken black mist with only one face left.

Voldemort, who even the humblest of geists can't match.

It was exactly the same as the remnant Harry had seen at the end of the classroom in his first year.

"See you again, Lord Voldemort." Harry greeted him.

Back then, Dumbledore let him escape.

Harry wasn't as "kind-hearted" as Dumbledore.

He waved his wand.

The spell was cast, solidifying the ghost little by little, little by little, involving soul magic, Harry didn't know much, but after all, there was a Horcrux in his head, and Dumbledore had taught himself some containment spells.

He didn't want to kill Voldemort yet.

It is also clear that it is not possible to completely kill him now.

"No, don't think about it!" Voldemort roared, using the last of his magic, "Potter! I failed this attempt, but I think we'll meet again soon! ”

"Meet in a stronger posture than I am now!"

Snort twice.

His remnant flickered.

Boom exploded.

Powerful, evil magic rushed towards Harry, seemingly menacing, but only "seemingly".

Not even the Quinn Seal that had broken Harry's body could be broken.

Harry was stunned.

He held his wand and looked at the cradle in a trance, Voldemort vanished, leaving only the breath of dead silence and the corpse of a baby.

Voldemort vanished.

His soul dissipated completely.

Harry frowned and sighed.

Meet?

Is he still thinking about meeting himself again?

With a wave of his wand, the trophy of the top three in the mud flew towards him, no matter what Voldemort was thinking or planning at the moment, it was most reliable to go back to Dumbledore to discuss and find a solution

Suddenly, footsteps came from afar, accompanied by a burst of swearing.

Harry froze the top three trophies in the air and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

"Weather Spell!"

"Damn, I bet it's the circus guys who are going crazy again, that's what they did last time."

"This time they went even further, and even used the Shadow Lock, damn it!"

"How did they learn this spell?"

"I wish they hadn't left yet"

Two Ministry of Magic officials walked down the path to the entrance of the cemetery, where they stopped.

Thunder blasted.

For a moment, it suddenly lit up, reflecting the scene in the cemetery.

The corpses on the ground, the pungent smell of blood washed away by the heavy rain, and, most horrifyingly, in front of the sword-wielding and staff-wielding wizard, a miserable dead baby.

A little Kavin, sigh, a little late, sorry