Chapter 1714

I don't know if Voldemort hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, or whether he has a strange interest in Harry. In the process of waiting for the death eaters to gather here, the noseless demon has been talking to Harry endlessly.

This is the cemetery of little Hangleton, his mother's home, Gunter house, over there in the forest, his father's house, and Riedel manor, on the other side of the town.

He also said that at Potter's feet was the cemetery of old Riedel, who had brought half of Voldemort's Muggle blood. At the same time, he abandoned his mother and made little Tom grow up in the orphanage.

So Voldemort later killed his father, planted it on his uncle, and killed the guntes in Azkaban.

Voldemort described the joy of revenge and hinted that Porter would not live long enough to wait for the audience to show up.

Harry wanted to spit at him or refute something, but there was coal in his mouth.

Soon a lot of people in robes arrived through the phantom shift. At first, they were still cowering behind different tombstones, but soon they bowed down to Voldemort.

The Dark Lord stopped communicating with Harry, as if very dissatisfied with the performance of the death eaters in the past decade or so. He beat them with words, then tortured a man with a heart piercing curse in public, but restored the dwarf's arm.

He once again used fear and worship to master these people.

However, he also praised Mr. Malfoy by name and was happy with the chaos he had caused at the Quidditch World Cup. He said he had temporarily acquired his body through Nagini's venom and unicorn blood, but was unable to participate in it personally.

Not only to Harry, but also to his followers.

After a few people didn't show up today and hinted that they would not live long, Voldemort announced his plan for the next step and promised that everyone would be rewarded beyond imagination after breaking Azkaban and the Ministry of magic.

The Dark Lord also used the heart piercing curse at Harry tied to the tombstone, and tortured him with laughter for a while, in order to show the public that he is much better than Potter, and the last unexpected rebound of the death curse does not mean anything.

Finally, the meeting came to today's theme, revenge and massacre.

Voldemort ordered Wormtail to untie Harry and return the boy's wand. He wanted to fight Harry in a performing wizard duel for 14 years he had wasted.

It's really a performance. It's just like the lion eating man in the arena.

"Bow!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and said, "I'll make you bow to me!"

With these words, he directly manipulated Harry to bow to himself, just like manipulating a string puppet.

The Death Eaters laughed, and he nodded to Harry in return.

Harry was too flustered. The incantations he would have won't be suitable for such close combat. His mother didn't tell himself that he would meet Voldemort in his dream!

Does she want to go to hell with her? Or is it beyond her knowledge?

But think that those are no use, he was surrounded by death eaters layer by layer, in the middle of the field only he and Voldemort, Harry felt that today is inevitable.

Surrender and seek mercy? It's not Gryffindor's style. The boy raises his wand and intends to fight Voldemort with magic like the disarm curse.

However, Voldemort just swung his wand, and a thick liquid green light hit Harry precisely, even without reaction time. The boy fell down in pain, covering his chest in darkness, pedaling his legs and motionless.

Awada died, unable to resist the magic of death, so accurately hit the boy who survived the disaster.

Hallidan felt that everything around him was light and he should be dead.

But the next second, when he felt the pain of falling apart, he realized that he had not died unexpectedly. Maybe his mother's love saved him.

He decided to pretend to be dead. After all, there are so many Death Eaters here that everyone spits at him and may drown him.

"Lucius, go and examine the body."

Voldemort's voice was unexpectedly heard. He ordered Malfoy's master to see if Potter was dead.

After all, the last time Harry was defeated as a baby, Voldemort was more cautious this time.

Harry felt his limbs were stiff. Hearing the friction of his robes and the sound of his feet approaching, Harry squeezed his wand tightly and wondered whether he would fight again?

However, his injury seemed to slow his thinking, and before he could make any decision, Mr. Malfoy had already crouched down beside him.

Harry could feel a cold hand groping around his chest, and he knew that his heart was beating like a drum. He opened his eyes a slit and saw Mr. Malfoy staring at him.

His long golden hair blocked the middle-aged man's face. People around him could not see Lucius's expression. Harry could only see him stooping down as if he was checking whether he had completely breathed, and said in a low voice with almost no movement in his mouth."Lie down."

Before Harry could figure out what was going on, the middle-aged man had already taken Harry's wand, stood up and yelled.

"Master, he is dead!"

"Oh Voldemort held up his hands, like a champion in the ring, nodded to the audience and showed his strength: "good, now let's go..."

but at this moment, a blue flame suddenly burst out in the crowd, and the flaming pillar rolled up into the sky, forming a Phoenix The shape of.

The embers, like a pair of flying wings, were flying in the crowd, like a pair of flying flames.

Then, in the dark, another evil spirit voice came. The voice was not high, but it seemed to slip into everyone's mind: "sorry, Gunter children, you can't go anywhere today."

A middle-aged man with short golden hair and a beautiful windbreaker came out of the dark, playing with a wand in his hand.

He seemed to see all the Death Eaters present as nothing, his chin slightly raised, and he just looked calmly at Voldemort in the crowd.

Harry, lying on the ground, could not see people, but could only hear voices. But even in this way, he could feel that the coming people were not afraid of the Dark Lord at all, or even looked down on Voldemort at all.

Then he heard Voldemort's shrill voice, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat or between his teeth.

"Greenwood!"

"Yes, it seems that many of you still remember me." Greenwood's wand patted lightly in his hand, nodded slightly to the frightened Death Eaters around him, and a reserved smile hung on his face: "I'm very happy. Go ahead, how do you want to die?"

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