Chapter 365: Girls on Battlefield

As Voldemort's words fell, a commotion erupted among the crowd on the Ministry of Magic's side.

Originally, Voldemort did not expect the person who dared to provoke him to step forward voluntarily, nor did the Ministry intend to expose this brave witch, who, like Ms. Bones, had the audacity to stand up to him.

Yes, from the voice, everyone could confirm that this person was a witch.

Who knew that this warrior not only dared to resist but also had the remarkable courage to step out from the crowd by herself?

At that moment, they realized that there was not just one courageous witch.

Moreover, they were all very young; to most people present, they were merely children.

Leading the group was a beautiful girl with a head full of thick, curly hair. Although she was young, many recognized her.

Wasn't she the youngest champion in the history of the Wizarding Duel Competition and also one of the champions of the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione Granger?

Most of the wizards present were British and were naturally quite familiar with the Triwizard Tournament. Among them were many duel enthusiasts with considerable combat prowess.

So, it was no surprise that they recognized Hermione.

Several of her companions were also quite familiar.

One of the girls was tall with long silver hair, exuding an enchanting charm. She was none other than the champion representing Beauxbatons in the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur Delacour.

Another girl had beautiful brown hair, graceful elegance, and an intelligent aura. 

She was Penelope Clearwater, the young owner of the best magical item shop in all of Britain, known for her high-quality, effective alchemical items and many unprecedented abilities, who had risen to fame in just a month.

The girl with black hair and black eyes, with a gentle and charming face was also familiar to everyone—Cho Chang, the youngest player in the Quidditch World Cup and widely recognized as the strongest Seeker, who won the championship with the Irish team.

The youngest girl, with golden hair and gray eyes, had an ethereal and quirky temperament. 

Although she wasn't as famous as her companions, she was recognized by some; she was Luna Lovegood, the daughter of the editor of the magazine "The Quibbler."

All these girls were very young; the oldest, Penelope, had only graduated a little over a year ago, while the youngest, Luna, was still in her fourth year. 

Everyone was puzzled as to why such young girls were here.

The war against Voldemort should have been unrelated to these children.

However, this was not the time to discuss such matters.

Seeing only girls stepping forward, Voldemort couldn't help but feel contemptuous.

Yet, when he caught sight of Hermione and Fleur, something suddenly clicked in his mind.

There was no way around it; their outstanding appearance made it impossible for anyone who had seen them once, even Voldemort, to forget them.

"I... remember who you are now." Voldemort revealed a sinister smile. 

"You were there that night, weren't you? A mere Mudblood and a filthy little doll, along with your equally foolish companions, daring to say that to me and then brazenly appearing before me. You truly have guts."

As he said this, he scanned behind the girls and shook his head.

"Do you really think your Mudblood male companion can protect you? Unfortunately, he doesn't even have the courage to appear before me… 

Of course, I understand; after witnessing the Dark Lord's power, there are not many who can bravely stand before me. But what I don't understand is why you can't be wise like him?"

"Wisdom?" Hermione looked at Voldemort with a mocking expression, as if she had heard something amusing. 

"Tom Riddle, is this how you brag when he's not around? Have you forgotten who defeated you while you were searching for the Philosopher's Stone?"

"And who destroyed your diary while it was wreaking havoc at Hogwarts?" Penelope continued elegantly.

"Perhaps you want to recall who took Harry away right under your nose after your resurrection," Fleur added, flashing a charming smile.

"Of course, you must also be curious who has been toying with you these past few months and has captured all your subordinates," Cho said softly, revealing a shocking fact.

The girls' string of words, exposing Voldemort's wounds right in front of him, completely stripped away his last shred of dignity and trampled it underfoot.

Now, even the mighty Dark Lord had lost all face in front of everyone.

At this moment, the proud Voldemort felt a heat rising to his face. 

The fact that he had been defeated by a young man four times in a row had become common knowledge, and he could almost feel the doubtful gazes behind him and the mocking expressions in front of him.

He seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear.

"Look at that Dark Lord, he was actually defeated by a child."

"How could such a person be a Dark Lord?"

"How pathetic." 

And so on.

Especially since each of these failures had been a straightforward defeat; he was utterly beaten by his nemesis—the Muggle-born boy—who had not used any tricks or received help from Dumbledore, relying entirely on his own abilities to make the Dark Lord lose all face.

This led to Voldemort's hatred for Alaric surpassing that for Harry in the original story—after all, Harry had relied on cleverness, luck, and Dumbledore's help to repeatedly become the Chosen One.

Now, the only thing Voldemort wanted to do was kill; he wanted to slay the girls humiliating him, he wanted to kill the boy who had embarrassed him, and he wanted to eliminate all the wizards present to prevent this scene from spreading.

"Unfortunately, no matter how much you say, that boy still doesn't dare to appear before me, does he?" Voldemort finally forced out these words. 

"Now, I will torture you before killing you, making you understand the consequences of your actions. 

That boy, although he isn't here, survives for a moment with his cleverness, but it's useless... Once I leave here, I will find that boy and reunite him with you..."

However, his bitter declaration was interrupted once more.

"Do you think you can kill me?" A young, magnetic voice spoke, familiar to Voldemort, but the words made him furious. 

"Before that, you should think about how to leave from here."

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