Chapter 413: Wand-Reliant Wizards, Flashback Spell
A red spark flew into the air, and the five-minute countdown began.
Lord Voldemort and Harry were separated by more than ten meters. One had a sinister smile on his lips, red light in his eyes, and was surrounded by a large group of supporters. The other's legs trembled, occasionally swallowing, and there was no one behind him.
No matter how you looked at it, the outcome of this duel was predetermined; Lord Voldemort could crush Harry Potter in every aspect.
"You must have learned how to duel!" Lord Voldemortbowed slightly. "First, we must bow to each other.
Come on, Harry, etiquette must be observed. Dumbledorewouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he?"
Harry's breathing was rapid, and he had no intention of bowing.
"I said, bow." Lord Voldemort raised his Wand slightly, and Harry felt his body lose control. No matter how he struggled, he unwillingly bent at the waist.
"That's much better." Lord Voldemort sneered, "Now we duel."
"Crucio!"
Before Harry could steady himself, Lord Voldemort's Cruciostruck him, causing him unbearable pain. He lay on the ground, twitching and screaming violently.
"Well done, Harry.
Your parents would be proud, especially that Mudblood mother."
Harry couldn't stand Lord Voldemort mentioning his parents. Enduring the pain, he cast a spell.
But the red light was dispersed by Lord Voldemort with a single hand before it reached him. Not only did it have no effect, but Harry was also thrown several meters away.
Harry lay on the ground, groaning in pain, while also searching for the Triwizard Tournament trophy.
The trophy was covered in mud, but he could faintly see its blue light. It was at least twenty meters away, and there were no Death Eaters on that side.
But these twenty meters were like an unbridgeable chasm. He dared not reveal the slightest abnormality; if Lord Voldemort found out, everything would be over.
"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter.
I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever question my power again.
After tonight, if people speak of you, they will only say how you begged me to kill you.
And I, mercifully, granted your request."
"Get up."
Lord Voldemort waved his hand, and Harry's body once again lost control, standing up from the ground.
Just as he was about to continue, Harry displayed extreme speed, hiding behind a tombstone.
Bang!
A spell hit the tombstone, and Harry clearly heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.
"You mustn't turn your back on me. We're not playing hide-and-seek." Lord Voldemort said coldly, "You must look at me when I kill you. I want to watch the light fade from your eyes.
You can't escape, Harry.
Come out. Duel. Without any pain… that's debatable, as I've never tasted death."
Harry crouched behind the tombstone. He could see the Triwizard Tournament trophy, but he was also certain that if he ran out, he would be met not by the Crucio, but by Avada Kedavra.
But in this situation, besides taking a chance, he only had waiting for death.
Thinking this, Harry took a deep breath, gripped his Wand, and rushed out from behind the tombstone.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
Red and green lights collided. Without any surprise, the red light retreated at an extremely fast speed.
Harry still held on desperately, gripping his Wand with both hands, squeezing every last bit of power from his body.
Just when he thought he was doomed, the red light suddenly became incredibly brilliant, even overpowering Lord Voldemort's magic.
Barty and Lucius, and other Death Eaters, seeing this, were about to draw their Wands to help. In their opinion, this duel was full of unexpected factors and was not normal at all.
"Don't interfere. Let me finish him." Lord Voldemortshouted at the Death Eaters, "Don't move without my command. He is mine."
The Death Eaters stopped in their tracks, but tacitly surrounded Lord Voldemort and Harry.
"It triggered." Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Maybe he really can save his life."
"Triggered what?" Cedric asked.
"Priori Incantatem." Genes smiled meaningfully, "Young Master must have anticipated it early on!"
"You knew they would cast this spell?" Fleur asked.
"More or less." Aaron shrugged, "After all, my great-uncle owns a Wand shop. He has a good memory and can clearly remember every Wand he's sold.
He told me that Harry Potter's and Lord Voldemort's Wands were made from the feathers of the same Phoenix, making them brother Wands.
When the spells cast by these two Wands clash, that's the condition to trigger Priori Incantatem."
As he spoke, a dazzling golden light appeared at the intersection of the red and green lights.
Flashing golden threads connected Harry's and Lord Voldemort's Wands, shooting upwards to form a giant domed barrier, enveloping the two of them.
"He can actually fight the Dark Lord to a draw." Cedricwatched this scene in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.
"That's really overthinking it. It just means that neither of them can harm the other until the connection breaks.
This is the biggest flaw of Wizards in this era: they rely too much on Wands.
Even the Dark Lord needs a Wand to better control his magic. For a peak Archmage to be held back by a student who can't even be considered an Archmage, it's quite ironic, wouldn't you say?"
"So that's why you learned magic arrays?" Krum asked.
"I was forced to, but it seems worth it now. At least I won't rely on a Wand." Aaron said with emotion.
Ever since Wands appeared, Wizards couldn't live without them. Wandless casting even became a legend.
However, it's understandable. With convenient tools, who would spend time and effort researching other things?
The three looked at each other. There really were differences between people, but this gap was inevitably a bit large.
"At least… Harry Potter can last more than five minutes, right?" Fleur changed the subject.
"Five minutes is not a problem, but the result only saved me a Potion.
You wouldn't be naive enough to think that Lord Voldemortwould let Harry Potter go after the connection breaks, would you?"
"Then we can only watch?" Cedric asked unwillingly.
Aaron raised an eyebrow and immediately made a gesture of invitation.
"If you want to court death, go ahead. I definitely won't stop you."
Cedric looked at the golden barrier not far away and the circle of Death Eaters, then reluctantly lowered his Wand. He understood the difference between courting death and sacrifice.
"Tch!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "I've told him how to survive. Whether he can seize the opportunity is up to him."
A red light glowed at the tip of Lord Voldemort's Wand, and he himself let out a muffled groan of pain.
A ball of silvery-white light flew from the Wand, first a head, then arms and a body.
This was the image of an old man, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Lord Voldemort in surprise, as well as the golden barrier that enveloped them.
"So… he really is a Wizard." The old man looked at Lord Voldemort. "This fellow took my life. Don't let him get away, child."
"Who is he?" Aaron frowned slightly. "He looks like a Muggle. How could the dignified Dark Lord be at odds with an old man?"
"Young Master." Genes walked over and said, "Quite a few people have gone missing during your time at Hogwarts: Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, and now him, the Muggle—Frank Bryce.
This information is from a Muggle newspaper, dated August last year, and the location is the village where Lord Voldemort was born."
"I see." Aaron realized, "He probably had bad luck and discovered Lord Voldemort, and then he was silenced."
At this moment, another head appeared. This time it was a woman. Like the old man, she was curious about her surroundings, then she looked at Harry Potter, her gaze 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 the Ministry of Magic has been looking for." Genes introduced.
"My goodness, all killed by Lord Voldemort. Next, BartyCrouch won't appear, will he?!
No, it shouldn't. Barty Crouch was killed at Hogwarts, and Lord Voldemort hadn't been resurrected then!"
Another head emerged from the tip of Lord Voldemort's Wand. Harry's hands visibly trembled, and Lord Voldemort's face was filled with resentment.
"Lily Potter." Aaron said, his eyes wide. He had seen photos of Harry's parents and had a rather deep impression of the woman who cast the blood protection spell.
"Your dad is here too. He wants to see you. It'll be alright. Hold on." Lily said to Harry.
"That's his… mother." Fleur's expression was complex.
"Hmm!" Aaron nodded. "If nothing goes wrong, his father will be next.
This is truly interesting. Harry dreams of seeing his parents again, and he never expected that the one who granted him this wish would be Lord Voldemort, who destroyed his family.
These ghosts are enough to buy him some time. His chance of survival has directly increased by fifty percent!
Speaking of which, the three of you should thank me properly, otherwise, you would also be one of the ghosts."
The three looked at each other, nodding noncommittally.
Soon, Harry's father, James Potter, also flew out from the tip of the Wand.
He and Lily stood on either side of Harry. "Harry, once this connection breaks, you must get the Portkey.
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 gripped it tightly and didn't let go.
"Break it! Darling, you're ready." Lily said, "Break it, break it."
Harry roared and forcefully flicked his Wand upwards.
The golden thread broke, and the barrier disappeared with it.
The ghosts of those killed by Lord Voldemort all crashed into Lord Voldemort, obstructing his vision.
Harry sprinted at the fastest speed of his life, knocking aside two Death Eaters, and dove into a patch of mud, his right hand touching the blue-glowing trophy.