Chapter 429 Call My Name Loudly

Voldemort easily blocked the spell that Harry was so proud of, and then before Harry could fully stand up, he hit him again with the Cruciatus Curse.

Severe pain spread throughout his body again, and every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by flames. Harry was in excruciating pain, but he clenched his teeth tightly and held back from screaming, even though his eyes bulged due to the pressure.

"You are indeed a Mudblood child. You have no idea what politeness is," Voldemort said sarcastically. "A duel must follow certain etiquette. You should bow first."

"Doesn't Hogwarts have a dueling club? It's disappointing that you haven't even learned this."

The power of the Cruciatus Curse finally disappeared, but the residual pain still made Harry's body tremble uncontrollably. He grasped the wand with all his strength, turned over and climbed up, and continued to attack Voldemort.

Spells rained down on Voldemort like a torrential rain. Harry tried his best, using his best speed attack style, but every spell he cast was easily resolved by the opponent, and Voldemort didn't even move.

“Interesting,” Voldemort raised his lips, a hint of amusement in his tone, “Although you are impolite, I must admit that you still have a bit of the demeanor of a savior. At least you are stronger than many of my men.”

His words then turned cold and ruthless: "But that's all!"

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort waved his wand again, and a thick black beam of light whizzed over, drawing a hideous arc in the air.

Harry's Shield Charm was like paper, and it shattered before he could even hold out for a second. He witnessed the black light hitting him, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

The Cruciatus Curse struck again, and this time, Harry couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

"Look how tenacious he is," Voldemort slowly retracted his wand, his tone full of teasing, "He is still persisting and trying to defeat me, how ridiculous."

The Death Eaters laughed non-stop, looking at Harry's miserable state with mockery and gloating in their eyes. They expected Harry to surrender and beg for mercy like the others.

However, Harry did not utter a word to beg for mercy. He lay on the ground gasping for breath, tightly clutching the wand in his hand, his eyes full of unwillingness.

why?

I had clearly practiced dueling very hard, but when I faced Voldemort, I didn't even have a chance to touch the corner of his clothes! Why was the gap in strength so huge?

I am not willing to accept this. I really am not willing to accept this!

At least, let yourself hit the other person once.

Voldemort hasn't tortured him enough, he still has a chance to try again.

the last time!

Watching Harry slowly stand up, Voldemort stroked his wand and said sarcastically: "It seems that the savior has rested well. Surrender, as long as you kneel down and beg for mercy from me, just like your stupid father and mother, then you can suffer less pain before you die."

"Lie!" Harry's anger instantly surged when he heard Voldemort mention his father and mother. "My parents will never beg for mercy from a pathetic egomaniac like you. You are not worthy of mentioning them at all."

"Besides, I will never submit to you even if I die."

"Really?" Voldemort's expression turned cold.

"I am tired of this game. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, your journey ends here, Avada Kedavra!"

Death was approaching, and Harry had no time to think. He just subconsciously raised his wand and cast the spell he was most familiar with and could cast fastest.

"Expelliarmus!"

Using a Disarming Spell to counter the Killing Curse is ridiculous!

The Death Eaters showed mocking expressions, ready to start cheering for Voldemort after Harry died.

However, in full view of everyone, an accident happened!

The two spells met in the air and turned into a golden beam of light that connected Harry and Voldemort's wands together.

Then, millions of arcs of light erupted, interweaving with each other to form a golden, dome-shaped cage that isolated all the Death Eaters.

The Death Eaters were thrown into a panic. No one had expected such an accident to happen. The dazzling arc of light violently rioted under the collision of the two magical powers, making a deafening roar. Many people subconsciously stepped back a few steps, fearing that they would be affected by the scattered energy.

Someone shouted in panic, with a tone of uneasiness: "Master! What's going on?"

Others immediately drew their wands, ready to attack Harry.

“Stop!” Voldemort’s roar overwhelmed everything. His voice was high-pitched and majestic, with anger that could not be concealed. “No one is allowed to move without my order!”

Voldemort's red eyes were fixed on the intertwined beams of light, anger, confusion and a hint of imperceptible fear intertwined in his eyes. A strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, all of this was not in his plan.

The little wizard in front of him was so weak that he should have been able to kill him as easily as crushing a bug. But just when he was about to deliver the fatal blow, this incredible change happened.

The collision of the light beams reminded him of the prophecy, the terrible prophecy that had once made him unable to sleep and almost ruined his entire life.

The sudden change was also beyond Harry's expectations, but he knew clearly that this was the best time for him to send out a distress signal.

So he tightened his grip on his wand and shouted, "Sebastian Swann!"

Voldemort clenched his wand in an instant, his fingers trembling slightly. This was not fear, but anger that he could not suppress.

“Sebastian Swann?” Voldemort’s eyes were almost spitting fire. “Don’t even mention Sebastian Swann. Even if Dumbledore came, he couldn’t save you. Go to hell!”

Before he could finish his words, an ice wall rose from the ground and abruptly cut off the connection between the two of them. At the same time, a figure appeared in front of Harry and protected him firmly behind him.

"Well done, Harry!" Hearing the familiar voice and looking at the familiar back, Harry relaxed completely.

It's completely safe now...

Crash—the ice wall was shattered into pieces of ice on the ground.

Sebastian looked at Voldemort, whose expression was twisted with anger, and bowed slightly.

"Lord Dark Lord, you keep calling my name. Do you have any instructions?"