Chapter 515 Voldemort failed to regain his respect!

"Uh...ah!!"

Facing Voldemort's powerful oppression, Harry felt a little nervous and a little scared.

But he would not be afraid of Voldemort because of this.

Harry squirmed and groaned in pain.

He endured the pain of the scar on his forehead and forced himself to look at Voldemort.

Even if he died next, Harry was prepared to die with dignity.

He will not give in, let alone beg for mercy!

If given the chance, Harry was even prepared to give Voldemort a hard blow.

But what Harry didn't know was that despite Voldemort's arrogant words and his expression of looking down on Harry, he was actually a little nervous in his heart.

No way, who let Voldemort be fucked to death by Harry as a baby?

The majestic Dark Lord, the most terrifying dark wizard in history, can't kill a baby. Do you dare to believe it?

Of course Voldemort didn't believe it!

He felt that all this was fate.

Yes! Wizards believe in fate.

Hogwarts has divination classes and arithmetic and divination classes. These magical skills are used to speculate on fate, and powerful fortune-tellers can even predict the future.

In addition to divination, curses are also magic in the field of destiny.

Voldemort himself was a master of curse magic. He once cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, and the curse is still in effect today.

It is precisely because Voldemort has played with fate that he has no doubts about fate.

What's more, Dumbledore also believed in that prophecy.

And the prophecy really came into effect.

This...how do you make Voldemort not afraid?

He is really scared!

That's why Voldemort did everything possible to bring Harry out and use Harry's blood to complete the final step of the resurrection ceremony.

He wants Harry's power!

"Harry, do you want me to tell you what it was that caused me to lose my magic?"

Voldemort continued to show his respect.

After all, there were more than a dozen Death Eaters present, and they were all Voldemort's younger brothers. In front of his younger brother, Voldemort wanted to restore his dignity and re-establish his image of being invincible.

"Yes! Do you want me to say it?" Voldemort continued to ask.

No one spoke...

Voldemort said to himself: "Because of love!"

"You know what? When that lovely Lily Potter, for her only son...she gave him the ultimate protection."

"I couldn't touch him at all."

"That's an old magic...I should have seen it coming."

"But it doesn't matter, everything has changed..."

Having said this, Voldemort was slightly proud.

He quickly approached Harry, stretched out a finger, and slowly and carefully touched Harry's forehead.

"I can touch you now...Harry~"

After saying that, Voldemort fiercely pressed his fingers on the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Ah! Ahhh——"

Harry screamed in pain. The moment he was touched by Voldemort, he felt that his head was about to be torn apart.

"Hiss-ahhhh!!!"

The severe pain made Harry a little confused.

"Ah! Ah! Hahaha——"

Voldemort first imitated Harry's scream, and then he couldn't help laughing.

The laughter was a little proud and a little wild.

"Yes! I can touch you."

After saying that, Voldemort withdrew his finger.

He took a few steps back and looked at Harry playfully, like he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Do you think Dumbledore can save you? Harry~"

Voldemort at this moment had a completely different mentality from before.

He has regained his strength!

He no longer needs to be afraid of Dumbledore!

He also gained Harry's powers and he can now touch Harry.

At this moment, Voldemort had the heroic spirit of "holding the staff in hand and asking the world who is the hero."

He even felt that he was now invincible in the world.

Dumbledore?

What a decrepit old man!

Harry Potter?

A third grade little wizard!

I asked, who else?

Who else! ! !

"But...I can give you a chance to live."

Voldemort looked like he was "very generous". He looked at Harry with a playful look in his eyes, and with a fierce wave of his left hand, he untied the rope that bound Harry.

Harry fell to the ground in a panic.

"Duel me, Harry!"

Voldemort turned to look at Peter Pettigrew and ordered: "Wormtail, wand."

"Yes...yes..." Peter Pettigrew responded shakily. He took out Harry's wand from his pocket and threw it towards Harry from a distance.

"Pick up your wand, Harry!" said Voldemort.

"Huh...huh..."

Harry panted violently, and the scar on his forehead no longer hurt so much. He lay on the ground, raised his head and looked at his wand, his eyes gradually becoming firmer.

Although he was frightened and regretful, Harry would never allow himself to give up any chance to fight back.

He may not be able to kill Voldemort, but he must bring the news of Voldemort's resurrection back to everyone.

Thinking of this, Harry grabbed his wand, endured the pain in his body, and stood up tenaciously.

"You've learned how to duel, right?"

Voldemort looked at Harry and said to himself: "First, we must bow to each other."

After speaking, Voldemort made an elegant bow.

"Come on, Harry! You still have to observe etiquette."

Voldemort continued: "Dumbledore doesn't want you to lose your grace, does he?"

After saying that, Voldemort suddenly became impatient when he saw that Harry was still standing there stupidly, staring at him with a look of hatred.

"I ask you to bow!" Voldemort raised his wand fiercely.

Harry suddenly lost control of his body and bowed deeply to Voldemort.

"Great! Now... pierce the heart and cut out the bones!"

Voldemort directly used the Cruciatus Curse.

"Ah! Ahhhhh-" Harry screamed in pain.

After torturing Harry for a while, Voldemort took back his wand and continued: "Great, Harry! Your parents will be proud of you."

"Especially your filthy Muggle mother..."

As if he had had enough fun, Voldemort suddenly slowed down and said in a serious tone: "I will kill you, Harry Potter. After tonight, no one will question my power again."

"After tonight, if anyone talks about you again, they will only remember how you...begged me to kill you."

"And I, out of kindness...accomplished you!"

After saying that, Voldemort raised his wand fiercely and chanted loudly: "Avada Kedavra!"

I don't know what Voldemort said that stimulated Harry. Harry suddenly perked up, looked at Voldemort with sharp eyes, and also raised the wand in his hand.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

The two magic beams collided instantly, entangled with each other, refusing to give in to each other.

For a moment, no one could do anything to anyone.

Voldemort... on par with Harry Potter!