"The daughter of the Evans family, never make a deal with scum!

Never! ”

Penny's roar echoes through the specially structured church.

All laughter came to an abrupt halt, and the mocking expressions of the Death Eaters seemed to freeze and freeze on their faces.

Dudley, cowering in the corner, suddenly let out a shrill cry like killing a pig.

Then the chubby Dudley was really like a wild boar, burying his head and crying in the direction of his mother.

The Death Eaters were so close to Dudley that they were caught off guard and pulled their wands in a hurry.

But too afraid to do anything for fear of accidental injury, Dudley slammed a man away and threw himself on the ground, grabbing the wand that had been thrown at random by the Death Eaters, just as he had practiced throwing baseballs with Harry's head.

The holly wand spun and flew over, as if practicing in a dueling club.

Harry was always trying to grab the wand he had disarmed, and he instinctively jumped up and scooped it up.

It seems that the words that Zhang Xiao once said sounded in his ears again:

"The vast majority of wizards are still in the stage of seeing with their eyes, and if you are faced with many enemies, running away is always the best option.

My advice is to find a way to obscure your vision, such as [Smoky], which will at least help you get a short break. ”

Between the lightning and flint, Harry felt as if everything around him had slowed down, and he saw the Death Eaters spitting droplets and cursing.

He saw Dudley hold his head and let the enraged Death Eater point his wand at him.

I even saw Voldemort just standing there, not moving at all, just looking at himself with those scarlet eyes.

Why didn't he move?

Harry didn't know, but there was a surge of happiness in his heart, thankfully, Voldemort hadn't done anything.

Harry flicked his arm like a whip, his wand sliding through the air with the whine of the wind.

“【Fumos】！”

Harry shouted, and thick gray-white smoke poured out of his wand, and for a short moment the entire church seemed to be back in the fog capital of 1800.

The fog was so thick that even if it was only a few feet away, it was impossible to see what was on the other side.

After landing, Harry pulled Penny, who was still stunned, and bent down and ran towards the location of Dudley in his memory.

This proved to be the right thing to do, as not long after the two of them were bent over, there were whizzing spells flying above their heads, and Death Eaters waving their wands and shouting a whirlwind to sweep them away.

The wind swept through the mist, making everything inside even more obscure.

Then one of the Death Eaters began to laugh and said, "Goyle, this is a smoke screen spell, it can't be blown by the wind, and the spell must be broken!"

"Curse relief?"

"What do you see? I won't, spells don't work for celestial magic, and who knows why Potter's cunning Scarhead Kid would be such a deviant spell. ”

Thanks to Zhang and Cedric, as well as Hermione, the three of them have developed a set of practical guides, but they are only guides, and they have not yet been practiced.

Perhaps it was because of the tension that Harry had the leisure to think about other things.

While there was chaos in the field, Voldemort's side was calm.

It was as if there was an invisible glass cover around it, and the fog was separated from both sides.

Bella slowly leaned over and asked in a low voice:

"The host. Master, if you don't want to do it, I can—"

Voldemort turned around and sat down in his armchair, Bella following suit.

"Bella! Potter is mine—though, before I kill him, I have a very interesting idea. ”

Voldemort looked at the Death Eaters who were shouting and casting spells at will (and a spell flew past him), and pouted disdainfully:

"It seems that ten years have passed and they have forgotten how to fight. I wish their art at torturing Muggles hadn't regressed."

Harry was breathing heavily, he clutched his wand, turned back to Penny and whispered:

"Let's go!"

Penny shook her head, she never expected Dudley and Harry to be able to play together.

Aunt Penny didn't speak, but Harry understood what she meant.

Dudley was still there, she wouldn't be gone, and Harry noticed that Penny still had the glittering dagger in her hand.

He took a deep breath, his gaze suddenly became determined, and he pushed Penny:

"You go and hide behind the bench by the door, and I'll save Dudley!"

After saying that, he resolutely hunched his waist and ran in the direction of the memory of Dudley.

The Death Eaters' black hoods were relatively conspicuous in the mist, not to mention that they were all standing in place, holding their wands, swaggering from side to side, not at all wary.

Although it was only his first time in actual combat, Harry was surprised to find that he was not nervous at all, and it felt like he was riding a broomstick for the first time.

It's so smooth, and there's even a little, inexplicable excitement.

As he progressed, a Death Eater who was looking around spotted him and immediately let out a rude surprise laugh, but Harry was a few points quicker.

[Faint! 】

The crimson spell struck the Death Eater, and even his smile remained on his face, but it was half transformed into horror.

Perhaps I didn't expect the third-year wizard to have such a sense of battle.

After two and a half years of training in the dueling club, everyone recognized that the strongest is of course Zhang Xiao, whether it is actual combat or theory, Zhang Xiao's performance is extremely dazzling.

But it's not Cedric who is second in the club, or it's not just Cedric.

To everyone's surprise, Harry's talent in combat was not much worse than his in Quidditch, he was like a natural Auror!

Maybe it's a person who plays Quidditch well, and the necessary qualities coincide with combat, such as a big heart, such as quick eyes.

Harry calmly used his wand to pick off the stun spell fired by a Death Eater, and even wondered if he could find a good angle to catapult the spell into another Death Eater's body.

Seeing another Death Eater knocked to the ground by himself, Harry also deserted, McMini, is it called McMini?

It is said that he cleared out dangerous magical beasts for the Ministry of Magic, why doesn't he feel very strong.

It's far worse than when I fought against Zhang.

Zhang's sparring is not a silly split face-to-face spell, of course, there are such cases, but more often than not, Zhang will also simulate various situations, such as encounters, sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks, dodges, and dogfights.

By the way, the most interesting thing was the scuffle, Harry pursed his lips and suddenly lunged sideways, dodging another silent spell that came from the dark rubbing, and shot back with a backhand as he slid on the ground.

Every time Zhang Xiao fights, he finds a very large room, puts obstacles in a messy manner, and only gives less than 10s to observe, and then he releases the smoke screen spell, just like he just did.

Everyone is scattered, and the one who stands last is the winner.

Harry might have kicked the ground a little harder, or the church floor was too slippery, and suddenly he found a stunned-looking Death Eater in front of him.

As if frightened by the sudden slashing of himself from the ground, there was a tall and massive figure standing next to him, looking like a half-troll, whose body could not be concealed by a loose Death Eater cloak.

Crabbe or Goyle? It's Malfoy's dad who used to be his little henchman.

Harry felt as if his mind had split into two parts, and he watched his wrist flick and exclaimed, "All petrified!" ”

The chubby Death Eater immediately seemed to turn into a stone statue and fell straight back, but the Death Eater in front of him looked more elite, and although he was surprised, he still drew his wand and aimed it at himself.

Harry lay on the ground, lifted his foot and kicked the Death Eater's leg hard.

Zhang faint words came to mind again: "Harry, when you are close to your body, the wand may not be as good as the body, there are a few common striking points that you need to practice more."

What if you use it? ”

Yes, Harry watched as the Death Eaters staggered, kneeling forward on both knees, his hands on the ground, the thumb of his right fist buckled on the index nail, the second joint of the index finger protruding forward, and the thumb and index finger clasped into a phoenix eye, pinched in a strange fist position.

He stepped on the ground with his left foot, his emerald green eyes were just staring at the place where he was ready to strike, stepping and twisting his hips, his waist and horse were one, and he swung his fist!

What if you use it!!!

The hard second joint of his index finger slammed into the Death Eater's Adam's apple, and with a crisp click, Harry could even feel his fist shattering something.

He saw the Death Eater's eyes bulge outward, and he dropped his wand, clutching his throat like a drowning man, making a 'clucking' sound.

Then he fell to the ground softly and convulsed.

Harry's face couldn't help but tremble, and he withdrew his fist incredibly, so powerful?

This is the first time I have hit someone with my fist!

Luckily, behind the Death Eater, Harry saw a fat figure lying on the ground, and he ran over quickly, and sure enough, it was Dudley!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang helped him once again, and he used his own experience to tell Harry what to do in this situation in his first year!

That's - 'Yuga Dim Leviosa!' ’

Before Dudley's body could fully float, Harry grabbed him by the collar and ran back desperately.

From the rush to the breakdown, to the rescue force, in one go, the time has even passed less than a minute.

But at this moment, Voldemort's cold and harsh voice suddenly sounded in the auditorium:

"It's playtime."

There seemed to be a violent light in the thick fog, and in just a few moments, the original dense fog disappeared, and Harry dragged Dudley's head and ran desperately.

It's just that the wand keeps flicking the Iron Armor Charm behind him, and under the crackling spell, the Iron Armor Charm is as fragile as an egg.

Harry held Dudley and threw himself on the bench where Aunt Petunia was hiding, only then did he gasp for air and stick to the bench, finally recovering from the excitement of the battle.

But his heart became colder and colder.

Because Harry knows that himself. Dead!

Voldemort stood up, just flicking his wand as if to drive away flies, and at the sound of Penny's scream, the bench they had been living on turned to black ash and dissipated into the air.

The Death Eaters bowed their heads in silence and bent down, not daring to look at their master.

"Friends, I'm disappointed," Voldemort walked forward barefoot, his scarlet eyes staring at Lukewood, who was lying on the ground and gurgling, and the look of disdain on his face became more and more obvious.

Completely ignoring the fact that his loyal subordinate had been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, and the magic had long been rusty.

But he waved his wand anyway, as if a miracle had happened, and Lukewood took a long breath, then coughed violently, and he struggled to his feet, and fell to Voldemort's feet on his knees with tears in pain:

"Thank you, thank you, my master."

Voldemort ignored him and continued on his way:

"Friends, look at the terrible performance of the guys, and look at it, being knocked down by a little wizard in the third year, one, two or four! I was knocked down by four of them! “

Voldemort shook his head, and behind him was a fierce-looking Bella, who looked equally dissatisfied.

"I can't help but wonder, is this still our invincible Death Eater who brings fear to the world?"

Harry swallowed hard and spit, different, completely different, his scar was hot, and there was a voice in his heart screaming desperately, telling himself to run away or he could die at any moment.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at him, and Harry suddenly let out a low scream, covering his forehead, only to feel the pain of wanting to pry his head away.

He only felt as if he had changed his perspective, standing not far away and 'looking' at himself, the killing intent in his heart was boiling and roaring, as if every part of his body was howling:

'Kill him, kill him, kill him!' '

Harry's body was trembling, it was an irrepressible tremor, I could feel it, it was Voldemort's killing intent! He's restrained, he's holding back the desire to kill me.

Do something, Harry, damn it, do something, or you're going to die, never see your friends again, and Penny and Dudley are going to die here!

Harry pressed his equally trembling knees with trembling hands, forcing himself to ignore the pain of the scar and slowly raise his head.

only to find that Voldemort did not look at him, but raised his head and looked into the ethereal air.

Then he let out a shrill laugh:

"Dun-Bu-Li-Do!"

Voldemort turned around and said softly in a tone that was an understatement, but danger was felt by all:

"Death Eaters, don't let me down, take a good look at our Mr. Potter, and his two lowly Muggle relatives!"

Then he turned into a cloud of black smoke with an arrogant laugh, smashed directly through the glass, and flew into the sky:

"Dumbledore!"

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