Chapter 413 Wizards who rely on wands, flashback spells

A red spark flew in the air, and the five-minute countdown began.

Voldemort and Harry were more than ten meters apart. One had a sinister smile on his lips and a red light in his eyes. He was surrounded by a large group of supporters. The other's legs were trembling and he swallowed from time to time. There was no one behind him.

No matter how you look at it, the outcome of this duel is doomed. Voldemort can crush Harry Potter in every aspect.

"You should have learned how to duel!" Voldemort bowed slightly, "First we must bow to each other.

Come on, Harry, etiquette has to be observed, Dumbledore doesn't want you to forget your manners, does he? "

Harry was breathing heavily and had no intention of bowing.

"I say, bow." Voldemort raised his wand slightly, and Harry felt that he had lost control of his body. No matter how hard he struggled, he reluctantly bent down.

"This is much better." Voldemort sneered, "Now we duel."

"The Cruciatus Curse!"

Before Harry could stand still, Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse struck him, causing him excruciating pain. He lay on the ground twitching and screaming violently.

"Well done, Harry.

Your parents would be proud, especially that bastard Muggle mother. "

Harry couldn't bear Voldemort mentioning his parents, so he suppressed the pain and cast a spell.

But before the red light reached Voldemort, he was swatted away by him with one hand. Not only did it have no effect at all, it was also blown away several meters.

Harry lay on the ground, wailing in pain while looking for the Triwizard Trophy.

The trophy was covered in soil, but the blue light it emitted could still be vaguely seen. It was at least twenty meters away from him, and there were no Death Eaters over there.

But these twenty meters were like a chasm, and he didn't dare to reveal the slightest difference, otherwise everything would be over if Voldemort discovered it.

"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter.

I'm going to destroy you, and after tonight no one will question my power.

After tonight, if people talk about you, they will only say how you begged me to kill you.

And I graciously agreed to your request. "

"stand up."

Voldemort waved one hand, and Harry's body became uncontrollable again and he stood up from the ground.

Just as he was about to continue his attack, Harry showed great speed and hid behind a tombstone.

boom!

A spell was cast on the tombstone, and Harry clearly heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.

"You are not allowed to turn your back to me, we are not playing hide and seek." Voldemort said coldly, "You have to look at me when I kill you, I want to watch the light disappear from your eyes.

You can't avoid it, Harry.

Come out, duel, without any pain... This is debatable, after all, I have never tasted death. "

Harry huddled behind the tombstone. He could see the Triwizard Tournament trophy, but he was also sure that once he ran out, what greeted him would not be the Cruciatus Curse, but the Death Curse.

But in this situation, all he could do was wait for death.

Thinking of this, Harry took a deep breath, clenched his wand and rushed out from behind the tombstone.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The red and green lights collided together, and without any surprise, the red light retreated at an extremely fast speed.

Harry still persisted, clenching the wand with both hands, squeezing every ounce of power within his body as much as possible.

Just when he thought he was dead, the red light suddenly became extremely bright, even overwhelming Voldemort's magic power.

When Barty Jr., Lucius and other Death Eaters saw this, they pulled out their wands to help. In their opinion, this duel was full of unexpected elements and was not normal at all.

"Don't interfere, let me finish him." Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, "Don't move without my order, he is mine."

The Death Eaters stopped one after another and surrounded Voldemort and Harry in tacit agreement.

"It's triggered." Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "Maybe he can really save his life."

"Trigger what?" Cedric asked.

"Flashback spell." Genes smiled meaningfully, "The young master should have expected it a long time ago!"

"Did you know they would cast this spell?" Fleur asked.

"Absolutely." Aaron shrugged, "After all, my uncle owns a wand shop. He has a good memory and can clearly remember every wand sold.

He told me that the wands of Harry Potter and Voldemort were made from the feathers of the same phoenix, and they were considered brothers in wands.

The spells emitted by these two wands are locked together, which is the condition for triggering the flashback spell. "

As he spoke, a dazzling golden color appeared at the intersection of red and green light.

Glittering golden threads connected Harry's and Voldemort's wands and shot upward, forming a huge dome barrier that enveloped the two men.

"He can actually fight to a tie with the Dark Lord." Cedric looked at this scene in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is really overthinking. It can only be said that neither of them can do anything to the other until the connection is disconnected.

This is the biggest flaw of wizards in this era, they rely too much on wands.

Even the Dark Lord needs to use a wand to better control his magic power. It is ironic that a great magister at his peak would be held back by a student who is not even a magister. "

"Is that why you learned the magic circle?" Krum asked.

"I was forced to do it, but it seems worth it now. At least I won't rely on the magic wand." Aaron said with emotion.

Since the advent of the wand, wizards have been inseparable from it, and wandless spellcasting has even become legendary.

But it’s not incomprehensible. With such convenient tools, who would waste time and energy studying other things?

The three of them looked at each other. There was indeed a gap between people, but the gap was inevitably larger.

"At least...Harry Potter can survive five minutes, right?" Fleur changed the subject.

"Five minutes wasn't a problem, but it just saved me a potion.

You don’t naively think that after disconnecting, Voldemort will let Harry Potter go! "

"Then we can only watch helplessly?" Cedric asked unwillingly.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and immediately made a gesture of invitation.

"If you want to commit suicide, go it alone. I will never stop you."

Cedric looked at the golden barrier not far away and the Death Eaters gathered in a circle, and put down the wand in his hand helplessly. He still understood the difference between dying and sacrificing.

"Tch!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him, "I told him how to survive. It's up to him whether he can grasp it or not."

The tip of Voldemort's wand lit up with a red light, and he himself grunted in pain.

A ball of silver-white light flew out from the wand, first the head, then the arms and body.

This is the image of an old man, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Voldemort in surprise, as well as the golden barrier surrounding them.

"So...he is really a wizard." The old man looked at Voldemort, "This guy is going to kill me, I can't let him go, kid."

"Who is he?" Aaron frowned slightly, "It looks like he is a Muggle, and the majestic Dark Lord can actually have trouble with an old man."

"Master." Genes came over and said, "Many people disappeared during your time at Hogwarts, including Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, and him. Muggle - Frank Bryce.

This is information from a Muggle newspaper. It was last August and was located in the village where Voldemort was born. "

"So that's it." Aaron suddenly said, "It's probably because he was unlucky and discovered Voldemort, and then he was silenced."

At this time, another head appeared, this time it was a woman. She was as curious about the surrounding environment as the old man. Then she looked at Harry Potter, her eyes lingering on his scar for a second.

"Don't let go, Harry, don't let him hurt you."

"This is Bertha Jorkins, the missing witch that the Ministry of Magic has been looking for." Genes introduced.

"Good guys, they were all killed by Voldemort, there won't be another Barty Crouch next!

No, probably not. Barty Crouch was killed at Hogwarts, and Voldemort had not yet been resurrected at that time! "

Another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry's hands visibly trembled, while Voldemort's face was filled with resentment.

"Lily Potter." Aaron said with wide eyes. He had seen the photos of Harry's parents and was quite impressed by this woman who cast a blood protection spell.

"Your dad is here too. He wants to see you. It will be fine. Just bear with it." Lily said to Harry.

"That's his... mother." Fleur looked complicated.

"Well!" Aaron nodded, "As expected, his father will be next.

This is really interesting. Harry always dreamed of seeing his parents again, but he didn't expect that the person who fulfilled his wish was Voldemort, the man who destroyed his family.

These ghosts are enough to buy him some time, and his chance of survival increases by 50%!

Having said that, you three should thank me properly, otherwise you will also become one of the ghosts. "

The three of them looked at each other and nodded in disbelief.

After a while, Harry's father, James Potter, also flew out from the tip of the wand.

He and Lily stood on the left and right sides of Harry, "Harry, when this connection is disconnected, you must get the door key.

We can only stay for a while to buy you time, do you understand? "

Harry nodded seriously. His wand became increasingly difficult to control, but looking at his parents, he firmly grabbed it and did not let go.

"Disconnect! Baby, you're ready," Lily said. "Disconnect, disconnect."

Harry roared and thrust his wand upwards.

The golden thread was disconnected and the barrier disappeared.

The ghosts of those killed by Voldemort all crashed into Voldemort, blocking his sight.

Harry ran as fast as he could in his life, knocked away the two Death Eaters, and fell into the dirt with his right hand just in time to touch the trophy that was emitting blue light.