The Idiot's Call For Help, Cedric And Lucas Exposed!

Facing Voldemort's questioning, Harry didn't know how to answer.

Duel?

He couldn't even remember which were the rules of dueling.

Distant memories flashed in his mind.

In his second year, he did learn something in the dueling club, such as the Disarming Charm.

The only spell he learned from the Dueling Club was also his best spell.

But what if he managed to take away Voldemort's wand?

He glanced at the Death Eaters around him, there were at least thirty of them.

Even if he was lucky enough to win against Voldemort, he couldn't escape from here.

Besides, could he really beat Voldemort?

Harry wasn't even a little confident about it. Although Dumbledore always said he was the key to defeating Voldemort.

Even Professor Trelawney predicted he would be the new leader.

But now that he was really facing Voldemort, he finally understood just how terrifying his opponent was.

"Harry, don't stand still, we should bow before the duel!" Voldemort made graceful movements with his ugly body.

Seeing that Harry didn't bow to himself, a glint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Harry, you have to bow to me, and I said, bow!."

Voldemort swung his wand high, forcing Harry to bend over.

"That's right, I'm sure Dumbledore must be very pleased to see you looking humble and polite now, so let's get started!"

The surrounding Death Eaters consciously formed a circle around them.

The circle was the venue for the duel between the two.

At the same time, Cedric patted Lucas on the shoulder and asked by mouthing if they should go up and help.

Lucas rolled his eyes, he really didn't know how brave Cedric actually is.

No, this is no longer a matter of courage, it is a matter of brains.

Signaling Cedric to stay calm, Lucas turned to look at the two who were about to duel.

At this moment Voldemort was looking at the people around him with a smug face.

Seems like he thought that forcing Harry to bow to him was something worthy to brag about.

The Death Eaters around him also knew how to read the atmosphere, so they all laughed hard at Harry Potter, trying to please their leader.

Lucas drew out his wand and wrote elementary and middle school in the air.

With a flick of the wand, the string of spell words floated to the duel venue.

When the words touched the ground, the ground of the entire cemetery trembled slightly.

But if you don't sense it carefully, it is easy to ignore this weak vibration.

"Very well Harry, now the duel begins!"

Voldemort had just finished speaking when Harry was in severe pain again.

It felt as if someone was splitting his body with red-hot knives.

Cruciatus Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses.

Harry knew in his heart that this wasn't school and Voldemort wouldn't be casting spells like the tooth growing curse.

The opponent is the type to only cast unforgivable curses most of the time.

This is a real duel, a duel where one mistake could lead to death.

When Harry figured out the current situation, the severe pain in his body gradually disappeared.

Harry stood up straight, trembling as he heard Voldemort ask: "Harry, does it hurt? Let's take a break, and during this time, I want to ask a question, shouldn't you be begging for mercy at this time?"

For Harry's silent performance, Voldemort had expected it.

But it doesn't matter, he is not a soft-hearted person.

Since Harry didn't beg for mercy, he will control him to beg for mercy.

"Imperio!"

The light of the curse flashed and even before Harry had time to react, he realized that the spell was close at hand.

He was planning to resist the Imperius Curse according to Professor Moody's method.

But suddenly, he found that he didn't react at all after being hit by the curse.

This sudden twist, not only did Harry not expect it. Even Voldemort, who had cast the Imperius Curse, was stunned for a few seconds.

Not to mention those Death Eaters around, they seemed to be strangled by someone as the sound of cheers and ridicule stopped abruptly.

In the quiet cemetery, only Harry's painful panting was left.

"It seems that Dumbledore has protected you from this spell, but it doesn't matter, I will destroy his protection for you."

"Crucio!"

The terrible Cruciatus Curse hit Harry again, but unexpectedly, there was no pain this time.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at his body strangely. He was pretty sure the spell had hit him, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

'Is this the power that Dumbledore said?'

Harry looked at his hands and a flame called "Hope" ignited in his eyes.

With this power, he can escape from here, and even defeating Voldemort in the future wasn't out of the question.

The delusional Savior, at this moment, some exaggerated images appeared in his mind.

A pity that his daydream didn't last long.

When Voldemort saw the questioning and terrified eyes of his subordinates, he became angry from embarrassment, and turned all his anger into power.

"Crucio!"

Huge magic power shot out from his wand, causing Harry to be sent flying by the magic power, and the pain of the curse spread all over his body again.

"See? Dumbledore can't protect you either! Kneel down now and beg me for mercy, Harry Potter!"

Harry ignored the exasperated Voldemort.

When he saw old Tom's tombstone behind him.

Before Voldemort's second attack, he swiftly fled behind the tombstone.

The Cruciatus Curse punched a big hole in the tombstone and Voldemort's annoyed voice came from behind him.

"Harry, you think you can escape? Bring him out for me!"

Voldemort's last words were addressed to the Death Eaters.

Seeing the Death Eaters around him approaching, Harry bit the bullet and ran out from behind the tombstone.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The curses of the two flew towards each other at the same time.

Two rays of light, one red and one green, met in the air.

Harry felt the wand in his hand tremble violently. Fearing that the wand would fall out of his hand, he stretched out his other hand and held the wand tightly with both hands.

Just then, something magical happened. The original red and green light disappeared as a golden ray linked the two wands together.

Harry and Voldemort flew into the air uncontrollably, and immediately afterwards, a golden curtain of light enveloped the two of them.

It was like a round cage.

The Death Eaters tried to help, but Voldemort ruthlessly refused.

"Don't move without my order!"

He gripped his wand tightly.

Although he still didn't understand why this happened, Voldemort was sure that the golden light beam was not harmful to him.

And he had to deal with Harry Potter alone to prove that he was still the feared and powerful Lord Voldemort.

Suddenly, a pleasant singing sound came from the golden light.

Harry easily recognised the singing of a Phoenix because he had heard it once from Fawkes.

At the same time as the song of the phoenix sounded, a gray mist suddenly appeared on the tip of Voldemort's wand.

That mist formed a right hand.

It was the magic he had cast on Wormtail just now while he was making his monologue, giving him a new hand for the one he sacrificed.

Not long after, another cloud of mist flew from Voldemort's wand.

This time it was an old man, he came to Harry and said: "He is indeed a wizard, right? Son, don't let go, he killed me, take revenge for me!"

The old man stepped aside after finishing speaking, then another woman appeared in the golden light.

"Harry, hang on, don't let go!"

Although Harry had never met her before, a name suddenly appeared in his mind, Bertha Jorkins.

The Ministry employee who was killed by Voldemort in Albania.

Finally two other figures emerged from Voldemort's wand.

Harry had seen them in dreams countless times over the years.

James Potter and Lily Potter.

The two flew to Harry's side and looked at him lovingly.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters weren't the only ones shocked by the spectacle in the cemetery.

Even Professor Snape on the hillside in the distance was surprised, and Dumbledore's explanation happened to reach his ears just then.

"The cores of Voldemort's and Harry's wands both come from the tail feathers of the same phoenix. You can understand that the two wands are brothers."

"Brothers will not hurt each other. When one of them insists on hurting the other, the two wands will have a magical connection."

"There must be something happening in the golden light curtain at this moment that we can't see."

In the cemetery, Lucas had waited so long to observe the magical connection between the brother wands up close.

It's such a pity that he could see nothing but golden light. Even when he tried to feel the magic, he could only feel the magic power of Harry and Voldemort.

Then this can also be proved from the side.

The people Harry saw in the original book were nothing more than the wonderful reaction produced by the special "priori incantatem" spell between the brother wands.

Lucas pulled Cedric beside him, reminding him to leave.

As for Voldemort and Harry, the spell words he left behind were enough to keep Harry safe and sound.

Just when he was about to leave, another new change took place in the golden light curtain.

The phantom of James Potter glanced at Voldemort opposite and said.

"When the connection is lost, we can still exist for a short period of time, we will help you to buy time, you take your friends, use the port key to leave."

Harry looked at the Triwizard Cup thrown not far away and nodded.

The phantoms of his parents and others came in front of Harry, and with a loud shout, the connection between the two was broken.

Several phantoms rushed towards Voldemort.

After landing, Harry hurried to the Triwizard Cup.

As for Lucas and Cedric?

He didn't remind the two to join him.

Just when his hand was about to touch the Triwizard Cup, Voldemort broke free from the shackles of the phantoms.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light of the Killing Curse lit up the surroundings.

Harry clearly heard the wailing approaching him from a distance.

Facing the Triwizard Cup that was close at hand, he didn't dare to gamble with his life so he dodged to the side, missing the best time to leave.

Seeing Voldemort leading the Death Eaters towards him, the panic-stricken Harry turned his head to look at the positions of the two others.

"Lucas, Cedric, help me!"

Voldemort stopped in his tracks and followed the sight of the savior to a lonely tombstone.

"It turns out that there are little mice hiding here! Avada Kedavra!"

With its powerful magic power, the Killing Curse has good physical damage as well.

Seeing that half of the tombstone was blown up, Lucas sighed helplessly.

When he lifted the illusion spell and brought Cedric out from behind the tombstone, the Death Eaters exclaimed in surprise.