The rumbling sound and the ground kept shaking and shaking, everyone felt that they were a little unsteady and lost their balance.

Compared to Harry, who could only squat on the ground and support his hands, Voldemort cast a spell on himself, forcibly stabilized his body, then frowned, and looked at the direction of the huge magma lake in the distance with some displeasure.

There was a red area where there was shining with high temperatures. The scorching heat radiation was overwhelming and filled the air. Even if there were the power of multiple spells as a barrier to protect this area, there was no way to completely block it.

At this moment, the lava lake seemed to be boiling because of the vibration just now, and kept bubbling, and from time to time, a stream of hot lava erupted.

The vibration did not continue forever, and it quickly subsided, just like the previous few times. Of course, compared to the fact that each vibration lasted longer and longer.

However, the interrupted topic was difficult to naturally follow, and the atmosphere of "return of the devil" that I finally created before was directly destroyed and difficult to recover. After all, it was difficult for Voldemort to pretend that nothing had happened and continue to follow the topic two minutes ago.

The scene was a bit awkward at one point-

“…”

“…”

Voldemort was very unhappy, quite unhappy. He withdrew his gaze and looked at the worm tail crawling under his feet.

The robe wrapped in the worm's tail and broken arms was soaked in blood. He grabbed his broken arms tightly and collapsed there and cried.

"Master..." Peter, the little dwarf, said, choking, "Master... you promised... you promised..."

"Shut up, insect tail." Voldemort showed a cruel expression on his face.

"Master...Master...Please, please..." Pet Peter whined in despair like a wild dog and called in a low voice.

"You came back to me not out of loyalty, but because you were afraid of your old friends. You deserve to endure this pain, worm tail, you know this, don't you?"

"Look, Harry, we're finally really facing each other..."

After saying that, Voldemort ignored Peter the Pet, but walked forward a few steps and looked at Harry Potter-

"Thirteen years, thirteen years have passed. Do you know how I spent these thirteen years..."

“…”

“…”

Harry stared at him, feeling the scar on his forehead hurting violently, which almost made him scream.

But he bit his lips tightly with all his strength, and the bite was bleeding, and he didn't let himself make any noise, even if his head hurt so much that it was about to explode. He also forced himself to stare at Voldemort with an angry look, without showing any timidity.

The devil in front of him killed his parents and ruined his family...

This is an irreconcilable hatred! No matter what, he cannot surrender to the other side!

In a trance, in a severe headache, he seemed to have returned to the last year when he was facing the dementor, and his consciousness fell down in the thick white mist, and his parents' voices were louder than ever.

The voices echoed in his mind:

"Lily, take Harry and run away! It's him! Run away! I'll resist him-"

"Don't move Harry! Don't move Harry! Please... beg you for compassion! beg for compassion..."

"Go, you stupid woman... go! Now..."

"Don't move Harry, please don't, take me there, kill me-"

There was a man screaming, and he seemed panicked; someone stumbled out of the room, and then the wooden door exploded; there was a sharp voice laughing wildly, and a woman was begging and screaming...

Harry felt his body falling down heavily, falling in the cold mist.

"Oh, look at how stupid you look, so weak, why do everyone think you are my nemesis?"

The cold and slippery sound like a snake suddenly woke Harry up. He saw Voldemort slowly walking towards him and slowly lifting his wand.

"Now, your stupid mother has sacrificed for you, and Dumbledore has not protected you. Thanks to the idiot Fudge insisting on sending you to me... Little Batty told you, the magic on you still exists."

Speaking of this, a hint of excitement appeared on Voldemort's flat face.

"I could have removed those magic, but I just kept them. Why do you think this is? Because I want to announce to everyone that I am back! I want to kill you one-on-one in front of everyone, and prove how stupid those people think..."

personally……

One-to-one...

Kill me...??

Harry was still staring at Voldemort angrily, but he had a vague understanding in his mind. It turned out that this was because he was not killed immediately. Everyone thought he was the savior and Voldemort's nemesis.

Therefore, this Dark King seemed to sneer at the surface and disagreed, but in fact he attached great importance to it. He must solve this problem by himself and clean up his reputation...

"Your stupid mother, let my life-seeking curse rebound back to myself, ah... the pain exceeds everything, and nothing can resist it. I was stripped of my body, worse than the ghost, worse than the humblest wandering soul...but I am still alive."

Voldemort was still speaking in that calm voice, and there seemed to be huge waves behind the calmness, and anyone would feel that his mood was completely abnormal at this moment.

"I remember that during those days and nights when I couldn't close my eyes, I just repeatedly forced myself to live... Did you see it? You all saw it now! Now! I have restored my body, my strength, and this boy is about to die!"

He raised his hands, moved his fingers, his expression was ecstatic, and his voice suddenly doubled!

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he understood that Voldemort was not talking to himself at this moment, but talking to the countless audiences behind him.

He guessed it right.

...

...

United Kingdom, Scotland.

Hogwarts Castle, in the auditorium.

“…”

“…”

The atmosphere of silence, dead silence, and uneasiness is now spreading rapidly.

Students from the four academies, together with students from two other magic schools, sat around four long tables, and thousands of candles floating in the air above the table illuminated the entire auditorium.

There was another long table on the table above, which was the seat of teachers, but at this moment, there were also referees such as Bagman, Minister Foggy and other officials of the Ministry of Magic, and the principals of two other magic schools.

However, the auditorium was terriblely quiet than ten minutes ago, and there was no longer any laughter or whisper. Thousands of faces staring at the magical projection were like pale lanterns at this moment.

The long-term quiet and extremely depressing atmosphere made people almost breathless, as if a huge rock was pressed into her chest.

The expressions on many people's faces were frozen, and some people's mouths were wide open and could not close at all.

People follow the crowd. When the people around them don’t speak, they often dare not speak. Even the younger guys who don’t know the seriousness of the matter, or wizards from Muggle families, at least understand that something big is going to happen.

Especially the expressions of the people on the teacher's seat, Mr. Crouch's face was bloodless, Bagman's smile completely froze, and Mr. Fauci, the Minister of Magic... There was no smile on his face.

It was as if someone gave him a heavy blow, his mouth opened and closed, and there seemed to be no words that could express his anger.

He refused to believe such a ridiculous thing, his orderly, stable and comfortable world could be ruined, and he refused to believe that Voldemort might make a comeback.

Especially, the Dark King and his men actually said in public that he, the current Minister of Magic, is a fool?!

The idiot obviously felt offended, and a stubborn expression appeared on his face. But he couldn't say anything, because everything that happened in the projection was too terrible, which made his courage lose all in an instant.

He looked at the people around him, looked at Dumbledore, and was stunned for a moment, because the white wizard had disappeared from his seat.

Subconsciously, a strange idea popped up in Faugi's mind: This is a conspiracy!

"How is it possible...How is it possible...Mysterious man, the mysterious man is back..." Ron had collapsed in his seat and muttered to himself, his eyes were dull.

From just now to now, what happened is so impactful. Not to mention Ron, even his twin brother, who has always been heartless, looked solemn and worried.

Some timid girls even covered their eyes at this time and dared not continue to look.

Hermione stared at what was happening in the magic projection, not knowing what should she do. What could she do! She could only pray that the professors could handle such emergencies.

However, even Professor Moody is a fake, and it is fake. Who else can she expect?!

She subconsciously looked at the teacher seat, and then found that Principal Dumbledore was no longer seen, and Snape didn't know where he went, so only Professor McGonagall was in charge.

...

...

The camera returns to the huge hollow inside the mountain—

"I want to completely eliminate the misunderstandings in everyone's minds. It was a complete luck to escape from me. Now I want to kill him to prove my strength, right now, in front of you..."

Voldemort calmed down, his red eyes shining in the darkness.

"Now let's duel. I hope you can be like a man... holding your head up and holding your chest out, just like when your father died at my hands..."

Harry knew that everything was over, no hope, and was helpless.

but.

He can't die cowardly like this, he can't kill Voldemort like this, like killing a dog... He wants to die standing like his father, die in self-defense, even if it is impossible...

He held his wand tightly, held it in front of him, forcing himself to face Voldemort.

"Soulless actions are in front of you. The greatest wizard in history, the most powerful in this world..." Voldemort was laughing.

Rumble—!!

It was very abrupt, and another huge vibration interrupted the Dark King's bragging, as if the entire mountain suddenly jumped up!

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