HP Magic Biography

"Oh... of course it is to use Percy. Zokkins' information. Use my new loyal friend stationed at Hogwarts to ensure that the kid will definitely be on the Fire Cup list. Use our new friends to ensure that The kid wins the game-first he has to touch the trophy of the Three Witch Fighting Contest-before that, my new friend has turned it into a door key, which will bring him here. Dumbledore's protection will be beyond reach . He will be in the arms I greet. He is here-the kid you once believed to be my nemesis..."

Voldemort walked forward slowly and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand.

Heart-cutting)!"

Harry felt unprecedented pain immediately.

His bone head was roasted in the fire, his head torn along the scar, his eyes spinning frantically. He really wanted it to be over... Hurry up and pass out... Hurry up and die... Then the pain disappeared.

He was loosely tied to the tombstone of Voldemort's father, and he saw those bright red eyes in a haze. The night resounded with the laughter of the corpse eater.

"Look, how stupid it is to say that this kid was stronger than me!" said Voldemort, "but I think everyone knows it clearly. Harry Potter just got away from me by chance. Now , Here, in front of all of you, I want to kill him to prove my strength. There is no more Dumbledore to help him, no more mother who sacrificed for him. I will give him a chance, I will allow him Fight. You will be sure which of us is stronger. Nagini, wait a while." He said softly.

The snake slipped into the grass, where the Death Eaters were standing watching.

But Fanlin turned his gaze to the snake, the snake named Nagini. Now he has a natural advantage. Voldemort is in the light, and he is dark. Maybe he should find a way to kill Nagini. Drop, a Horcrux...!

Fanlin knew the spell, he only needed to activate the calendar fire spell, so that he could destroy a Horcrux, and then go to Sirius’s house during the vacation...

Anyway, Kreacher's Horcrux couldn't run away, and Fanlin wasn't very worried about this problem.

"Let go of him now, Barty, and give him his wand back." Voldemort said softly, and Fanlin's gaze closely followed Nagini's movement.

Nagini got into the crowd, behind the group of Death Eaters. Before that, Fanlin had to kill that group of people, and he had to have some communication with Harry.

"Harry, Harry..." Fanlin stuck to the back of the tombstone.

The voice was very familiar in Harry's ears, but this voice appeared here...

"Harry, I don’t have time to explain to you. Now I need you to use a magic wand to fight Voldemort in a one-on-one duel. I’m Fanlin. I came here by tracking you. Now I’m in a state of phantasy, Fox and I Together."

Fanlin said quickly, and Harry felt a paw gently grabbing his shoulder.

"What should I do..." Harry asked in a low voice. Now he has no choice at all. No matter what, Voldemort will not be able to let him go. It would be better to...

"Attack Voldemort with a disarming spell."

Harry was taken aback. He wasn't sure if the voice was sending him to death, but now he is no different from death...

Fanlin left as soon as he finished speaking, and walked around far away. He stayed for too long, and it was too dangerous to be exposed to Voldemort's sight.

But Ravis approached Harry, and Harry hurriedly stretched out his feet to stand up before the rope was untied. Crouch raised his newly outfitted silver hand, and then with a sharp blow, he cut the rope that tied Harry to the tombstone. For a few minutes of a second, Harry considered running away, but when he stood on the overgrown graveyard, his injured calf was shaking.

He was not sure if he should listen to Fanlin, or said that the voice was just his own illusion?

At this time, the Death Eaters had gathered together, forming a tight encirclement around Harry and Voldemort, and the missing Death Eaters had been closed.

Crouch walked out of the encirclement and walked to the spot where they were knocked down. When he returned, he took Harry's wand and slammed it into Harry's hand without lifting his head.

Then Barty Crouch Jr. returned to the circle of corpses.

"Come on, Harry Potter, I think you should have learned how to duel?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes gleaming in the dark. Upon hearing this, Harry remembered the duel club he had briefly joined at Hogwarts two years ago, although it was a long time ago...all he learned there was only disarming. Spell-"Disarming Curse"... Even if he could use it to **** Voldemort's wand, what good is it? He is now surrounded by more than thirty Death Eaters.

He knew he was now facing a situation where Moody always warned him... the irreversible Avada's curse-Voldemort was right-this time his mother was not here to die for him... He felt very helpless ...

"Harry, let's bow to each other." Voldemort said, bending a little, but his snake-like face was still facing Harry.

"Hurry up, these details must be followed... Dumbledore likes to see you being polite... Harry, bend to death, the Death Eaters laughed.

Voldemort smiled without lips.

Harry didn't bow, he didn't want to be played by him before Voldemort killed him, and he didn't want to satisfy him.

He wasn't sure if the voice was Fanlin, if it was... a duel with Voldemort was undoubtedly an act that sent him to death, but now the right to choose is not in his hands.

Harry wanted to go back in time now, and then killed the man who put his name in the goblet of fire.

"I said, bow." Voldemort said, raising his wand. Harry felt as if a huge, invisible hand was holding him, causing his upper body to bend forward cruelly and his spine to bend.

At this time, the corpse eaters laughed harder than before~www.wuxiaspot.com~Very good," Voldemort said softly, and then raised his wand, making Harry's downward pressure disappear. "Now you are facing me, like a man — proudly straighten your waist, as your father did when he died — well, now we start a duel. "

Voldemort raised his wand. Before Harry had time to defend himself, or even to move, he was hit by Crubler's magic.

It felt terrible, Harry had experienced it before. Pain enough to drive people crazy.

The extreme, painful pain that caused him to do everything he could not feel where he was now-the hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and his head in pain was almost torn, he yelled, more than ever It was loud all the time... Suddenly, the pain stopped.

Harry turned over and stood up with difficulty, shaking involuntarily, like Crouch did after one of his hands was chopped off. Harry swayed to the side and came to the human wall of the Death Eaters watching, but they pushed him back to Voldemort.

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