Chapter 241 Duel, Escape

"Oh, the dragon man of Prewitt, it belongs to me."

Voldemort walked over to Aiden, removed his hat with a spell, and stroked his cheek as carefully as if it were a work of art.

"Don't touch him!" Harry in the statue shouted.

"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot you were here." Voldemort moved closer and sniffed Harry.

"I hear you're almost as famous as I am, though I was going to introduce you, the Boy-Who-Lived."

Voldemort turned his head and quickly passed by the Death Eaters on both sides, showing them his graceful figure.

"I need to reveal to my friends what lies your legend is made of!"

Voldemort, standing at the end of the crowd, looked at Harry coldly.

"Let us restore what happened thirteen years ago. It was love, smart, sweet Lily.

His mother cast a powerful protection spell on him, which deflected my killing curse and really weakened me.

He became a wandering soul hiding in a dark corner, barely surviving. Even in the long time that followed, I couldn't touch him. "

As he spoke, he moved closer to Harry.

"Ancient magic. I should have seen it coming. But it doesn't matter now. Everything has changed."

Voldemort came up to Harry and poked his finger at the scar on his forehead.

"Now, I can touch you!" Voldemort licked Harry's face.

The combination of Harry's screams and Voldemort's laughter was particularly harsh.

Then Voldemort loosened his hand and said, "I didn't expect your blood to have such a great effect."

But what Voldemort also failed to notice was that through the bond of blood, the destinies of the two were united.

A strange force began to emerge from the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

Like a circle of fate, it entangles the two of them together.

The dragon on the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness sat on the top of the church, licking ice cream and watching this scene happen.

Voldemort waved his wand and freed Harry from his restraints.

"Pick up your wand, Harry Potter."

Voldemort distanced himself from Harry, and the Death Eaters on either side moved out of the way while Harry struggled to grab his wand.

"Hurry, hurry, Harry! Harry!" Voldemort shouted at Harry.

Harry stood up tremblingly and confronted Voldemort.

"You should have learned dueling. First, bow."

Voldemort bowed to Harry, and Harry looked at him coldly.

"Eon, Harry, you still have to observe etiquette. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to lose your manners, would he?

Now, I say bow!" Voldemort used a spell to force Harry to bow.

"Excellent." Voldemort was very satisfied.

With a wave of his right hand, Harry was blown away by his huge magic power, hit the stone statue and fell down.

"Hahahaha. It's heart-wrenching."

Voldemort cast the Cruciatus Curse on Harry, and intense pain swept through Harry, causing him to twitch.

Then Voldemort stopped torturing and approached Harry like a cat teasing its prey.

"Very good, Harry, your parents will be proud of you, especially your filthy Muggle mother..."

"Expelliarmus." Harry endured the pain and launched a counterattack while Voldemort was speaking.

After years of training in the Duelling Association, the powerful disarming spell knocked Voldemort back two steps.

"You can actually repel me!" Voldemort seemed to have discovered something new.

"That's great. You're stronger than your peers, but it's still not enough."

Voldemort walked towards Harry and raised his wand, "Awaken."

He used the Imperius Curse to control Harry to his feet.

"I will kill you, Harry, and after tonight, no one will ever question my power again."

But a miracle happened. Harry resisted the Imperius Curse and shouted, "Don't think I will surrender to you."

He dodged behind the statue and Voldemort's Killing Curse shattered the stone.

"You can resist the Imperius Curse! Never mind, face me head-on, Harry Potter, and I want to see the light disappear from your eyes."

Voldemort continued to cast killing curses at the stones. Harry mustered up his courage and walked out.

"As you wish." Harry and Voldemort looked at each other.

"Avada Kendava.", "Expelliarmus."

The red lightning and the green lightning confronted each other in the air, and the magic power of the two formed convection through the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

They flew up, and magic power interacted in the air, forming a large silver net.

At this moment, the flashback spell in Voldemort's wand was activated, and the soul whose life was taken by his wand ran out.

"Don't give up, boy!" The Muggle old man Frank encouraged Harry.

"Harry, once the link is broken, you must return to the Portkey and we will buy you time," said James Potter.

"Let go Harry, sweetheart you are ready." Lily judged the timing accurately.

The link was broken, and several souls roared and rushed towards Voldemort. Harry took the opportunity to cast a flying spell on the trophy battle, and in a flash he returned to the competition venue.

At the Triwizard Tournament venue, everyone saw Harry's return and immediately stood up and cheered.

But Harry knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, and Hagrid also felt something, and his previous smile disappeared without a trace.

"Harry, Harry!" Dumbledore rushed forward and tried to help Harry up, but failed.

"Oh my God, what's going on with Dumbledore!" Fudge came over.

"He's back, Voldemort is back, I couldn't save Aiden, he was left somewhere." Harry sobbed as he recounted the events.

Molly on the stage fainted and Bill next to her caught her.

"There are too many people here, evacuate them." Fudge shouted to the crowd first.

Fudge ran over and whispered to McGonagall and Snape, "There's a boy who didn't come out."

"Get them away, there are too many of them, Dumbledore!" Fudge wandered around anxiously.

This kind of thing happened at the most critical moment for him, and he had no choice but to drive away the people around him.

Moody came over, pulled Harry up, and took him to the office.

Harry's crying echoed throughout the venue, and the people around him looked at him with sad expressions.

The originally joyful scene fell into silence.

On the other side, Voldemort, who teleported Harry away, let out an unwilling cry.

"No!"

All the Death Eaters around knelt down, not daring to speak.

The angry Voldemort began to call out names at random, and cast the Cruciatus Curse on each one he called.

"Crabbe, Cruciatus!"

"Gore, Cruciatus!"

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Finally, Lucius, who was afraid of being called out, stood up and comforted him.

"Master, don't worry too much. You have already conquered Harry Potter. He will die in your hands sooner or later. Now it's time to accept your harvest, the dragon man from Prewitt."

Lucius winked at the few remaining Death Eaters who were still able to move, and they immediately carried Aiden's "corpse" up.

"Yes, Prewett, I almost forgot." Voldemort's mood improved a little.

He waved his wand and stopped the Cruciatus Curse on those people.