Voldemort Humiliated! The Wall Of Sighs!

In the original book, Voldemort stepped on Harry's face with his bare feet.

Although Lucas hasn't changed that much, he can barely step on him while wearing shoes.

"The most powerful Dark Lord? That's all?"

Hearing the blond boy's ridicule, Voldemort let out an angry roar.

"Why are you standing there? Kill him, kill him!"

At this time, the spell words in mid-air collapsed and everyone could sense their magic power again.

Voldemort's powerful pressure surged into the sky, so much that even the residents across Little Hangleton were affected.

The Death Eaters lay down on the ground and trembled, fearing that the mighty Dark Lord would punish them.

"Lucas Grindelwald, damn you!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Killing Curse directly passed through Lucas' body.

Seeing Voldemort's astonished eyes again, Lucas used the void to appear in front of the Dark Lord almost like teleportation.

"The Killing Curse? Isn't it too old-fashioned, how about trying my new magic?"

'Plunder!'

The purple magic power started being drawn out of the opponent's body.

Voldemort recalled that year in the Forbidden Forest, Lucas seemed to have used this trick as well, drawing more than half of Quirrell's magic power.

"Go away!"

Voldemort caused a riot in his own magic power, and managed to cut off Lucas's absorption of his magic power.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort started using the Killing Curse like a madman, but instead of using Void Escape again to let them pass through, Lucas used transfiguration to make a special shield that started bouncing the curses in different directions.

There were a few unlucky Death Eaters who were personally sent by their master to meet Merlin.

"What a monotonous attack, Tommy! Don't you have any imagination to use something else?"

Lucas seemed to feel that the heat was not enough, so he directly called out Voldemort's most hated name.

The next moment, Voldemort unleashed a raging Fiendfyre, and the crimson flames illuminated the entire night sky.

On the hillside in the distance, Dumbledore wasn't at all nervous about the safety of his students.

Snape frowned and said, "Headmaster, are you really going to let Mr. Grindelwald go on like this?"

"Why not?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

He looked in the direction of the cemetery, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Lucas is testing Voldemort's strength after his return so we can figure out how long it will take for him to return to his prime."

"Of course, Lucas also wanted to injure Voldemort here, to buy more time for the all-out war, or to buy time for your Spirit Purification Potion."

"Severus, you were once a Death Eater. You should understand that news of Voldemort's return will spread more every day."

"His followers will regroup soon, and our Order of the Phoenix alone is not enough to start a frontal war with the Death Eaters."

"As for the Saints Group, decades have passed after all, so they might be inferior to the Death Eaters in terms of numbers and the average age of their members is too high, most of them are past their prime."

"So even if the Saints were to join, our war with the Death Eaters will barely enter a tug of war. This is what Lucas and I don't want to see, so we need more allies."

Hearing the explanation from Dumbledore made Snape think a lot.

Lucas may be trying to buy time for the Spirit Purifying Potion, but it was more about buying time for Dumbledore and Lucius Malfoy.

If the war is postponed for a year, there will be many more Death Eaters who can be instigated to switch sides, and Dumbledore will find many more allies as well.

The later an all-out war starts, the better for their side.

And there's a little more, Harry Potter and the last Horcrux were not resolved yet, so they wouldn't be able to completely defeat Voldemort.

No one wanted to see Voldemort return after another ten years.

He raised his binoculars and looked at the young man who was fighting with the Dark Lord in the cemetery.

Whether they can get enough preparation time depends on whether the boy below can make Voldemort suffer!

Back in the cemetery.

Facing the monstrous fire, the Death Eaters retreated again, and some even retreated to the wall of the cemetery.

Lucas turned his head and looked behind him and said, "Come behind me, you two!"

The two other boys hurried over for their own lives.

"Lucas, the Triwizard Cup is the Portkey, we can escape with it!"

Lucas glanced at Harry, of course he knew it was the portkey.

But he couldn't go now, after Voldemort regained his body, his magic power exceeded his and Dumbledore's estimation.

If he leaves now, the other party will be able to return to his full power within a year.

If a war is launched at that time, it will be their side who will suffer.

So Lucas had to stretch Voldemort's muscles and speed up the activation of the potion in his body.

"Escape? That's not my character!"

'Protego Diabolica!'

The blue fire ignited around the three of them.

Soon the two different fires began to fight against each other.

Voldemort's flat, serpentine face had a scheming expression on it.

"Everyone, attack the three of them!"

The Death Eaters drew out their wands.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Almost 30 people using the Killing Curse at once almost turned the night sky green.

Seeing this dazzling light, Voldemort's sharp laughter resounded.

He didn't need to investigate the results, so many people attacked together.

Even he may be defeated, not to mention Grindelwald who had two burdens he needed to protect.

"The Forbidden Wall of Sighs!"

A cold voice came from the boys' direction and a transparent light curtain appeared in front of them.

When the light subsided, everyone stared dumbfounded at Lucas behind the light curtain.

He was opening his hands at this time, and in front of him was a light curtain that towered into the sky.

This light curtain seemed to have only a thin layer, but the Killing Curses of dozens of people failed to break it.

Lucas was panting very hard, this type of forbidden spell consumes a lot of mana and even he was a little overwhelmed.

"Fortunately, it should be almost there."

"What's the matter?" Cedric asked, puzzled.

Lucas didn't answer his question, but looked at Voldemort on the opposite side.

"Voldemort, it seems that your subordinates are not doing well either!"

Seeing the contemptuous and mocking expression on Lucas' face, Voldemort raised his wand angrily.

A muffled thunder sounded, and lightning quickly streaked across the sky.

Accompanied by Voldemort's roar, a dazzling white light flew from the tip of his wand.

The clouds in the sky were stirred by this white light, and a huge magic pressure descended from the sky.

Voldemort withdrew his wand, then pointed at the Wall of Sighs in front of Lucas.

It took a full minute for Voldemort's spell beam to be forced to end.

Why does it say forced?

Voldemort looked at the peeling skin on his arm, his eyes were full of surprise.

"Wormtail?"

It's a pity that Wormtail was killed by him a short while ago, and now he can't answer the doubts of his master...

Before long, Voldemort's right arm began to fester, followed by his two calves.

"Wormtail, you betrayed me!"

Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew has died, otherwise he would have died of grievances?

Laughing came from the opposite side and Voldemort looked up, just in time to meet Lucas's disdainful eyes.

"Voldemort, is this your perfect body? It's not that good, is it?"

"We don't have any more time to play with you, goodbye!"

Lucas looked at the two people beside him, who had already stood hand in hand.

Holding Cedric's wrist, Lucas pointed his wand at the Triwizard Cup.

"Accio!"

With the Triwizard Cup in his hand, the distorted feeling came again as they were pulled away spinning.

By the time the dizziness was over, the three of them had returned to the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts.

"They are back, the champion is born, and he is Lucas Grindelwald from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Ludo Bagman's voice rang in his ears and cheers resounded through the sky.

As soon as Lucas turned around, he saw his girlfriends running towards him.

Looking at the worried eyes of the three, he came forward with a smile and hugged them all together.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Hearing his voice, smelling his familiar smell, the worry in the eyes of the girls gradually dissipated.

Before he could have a good talk with them, Ludo Bagman came to his side and brought him in front of all the audience.

"Mr. Lucas Grindelwald, first of all congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Do you have anything to say?"

Reporters from the major newspapers pointed their cameras at Lucas, waiting for him to speak.

Lucas is already used to being in the spotlight and talking in public.

They heard him thank the Hogwarts students, the professors, and even thank the British Ministry of Magic.

Anyone who was thanked by him had a happy smile on their faces, and Minister Fudge was even grinning from ear to ear.

After interviewing the champion. As usual, it is necessary to interview other players who have not been eliminated.

When Bagman came to Harry's side, the stupid Harry held his injured arm and said loudly: "Voldemort is back, we just saw him, he's back!"

He probably did this to warn those present, especially reminding Fudge as the Minister of Magic.

But the occasion he chose was not very suitable.

The stands became silent.

After a few seconds, it was like a frying pan exploded, and the audience completely boiled.

Fudge looked at Harry Potter with an ugly face and everyone accused the savior of nonsense because no one wants to believe his words.

Even Dumbledore and Snape who had just rushed back from Little Hangleton were stunned on the spot.

Harry looked blankly at the people in the stands. Before he could react, he was being pushed by a strong person and was led towards the castle.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Hearing Professor Moody's voice, Harry's tense body relaxed.

"I'm fine, Professor, you must believe me, Voldemort is really back!"

After Harry finished speaking, he realized that they had entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

And Professor Alastor Moody in front of him seemed a bit strange, he actually looked a little excited and happy.

Before Harry could figure out what was going on, the fake Moody pushed him hard onto the chair.

"Harry, is the Dark Lord really resurrected?"

Harry nodded hastily: "That's right, Voldemort has been revived, he's back!"

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