I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 319 To deal with Voldemort, you just have to have a bad mouth

Author: Lin Family Dragon Girl

Chapter 319 To deal with Voldemort, you just have to have a bad mouth

As a dueling master, Voldemort would certainly not be fooled by Harry's little tricks. His Armor Curse was extremely strong, and the Disarming Curse only caused the Armor Curse to flash twice.

And Harry, who has been tortured by the mirror world, is far from the weak version of Harry in the original book who was defeated by Voldemort and was unable to fight back. When he saw that the spell was not working, he cast two more disarming spells - he did not

It's not that I haven't considered black magic, but considering my own situation and magic proficiency, I still chose the best disarming spell.

What comes easily is the best, and he still remembers Lewis’s teachings back then.

Voldemort's cruel red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. He was very satisfied with Harry's fighting ability. While using his wand to remove Harry's curse, he bared his teeth and shouted excitedly: "Yes, that's it, that's it.

This way! This way you deserve a title similar to mine, the Boy Who Lived!"

Rather than torturing a weakling with no strength, he was more looking forward to subduing Harry, who had a strong ability to resist.

The more Harry resists, the more excited Voldemort becomes. As the Dark Lord, he will of course hope that his opponent will be stronger. There is no glory in killing a weak chicken who has no power to resist - after all, he is a Slytherin or a Slytherin.

A very extreme one.

"But you are very rude, Harry. I remember you have to bow before a duel!" Voldemort's eyes turned cold, and he swung his wand to force Harry to bend over.

Harry instantly cast an Armor Curse and then a Disarming Curse. Voldemort flicked the spell with quick eyesight and quick hands, and the Disarming Curse flew out. This time, he was not very lucky and hit Crabbe, who was watching on the side. Crabbe was miserable.

He screamed and flew out, his body hit the tombstone heavily and then fell to the ground. He curled up and lost his voice.

It must be painful.

"The power of the curse is good, but is this your limit?" Voldemort roared loudly, reaching out to stop the Death Eaters who were surrounding him and trying to help: "Stand back, he is mine, you stand down!

"

After hearing Voldemort's words, the Death Eaters retreated unwillingly, and even the twisted monsters stopped around, watching the battle between Harry and the Death Eaters.

"It's my turn now, Harry, surrender in front of me!" Voldemort smiled strangely: "Imperio! (soul out of body)"

Suddenly, Harry felt as if there were no thoughts in his mind. This was the first time in his life that he felt this way. How happy he was. He didn't have to think. He seemed to be floating and dreaming...

"Submit, Harry, you can't resist him... just say it... this is your destiny..." There seemed to be a seductive voice in his mind that was bewitching him.

But there was another voice in his mind, much more powerful than the one just now.

"Tell him, 'Fuck you'!"

"Submit...this is your destiny..."

"Fuck you..."

"Submit...this is your destiny..."

"Fuck you!" These words burst out from Harry's mouth and echoed over the cemetery, not counting toasts. The dreamy state suddenly disappeared, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head——

The pain left by the Cruciatus Curse all over his body came back - he realized again where he was and what was in front of him.

Voldemort's expression changed. After he became famous, he gained fear and respect wherever he went. But today, for the first time, he was scolded, and the scolding was so straightforward and unpleasant.

What he couldn't accept the most was that the person who scolded him was still such a dirty kid. Even the Death Eaters didn't laugh. No matter what, they would not laugh at such a person who could break free from the Imperius Curse imposed by the Dark Lord himself.

boy.

"You don't want to give in? Harry, even if you don't want to give in, you still speak rudely... I want to teach you the virtue of obedience before you die, maybe with a little more pain?" Voldemort had a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to

Swallow Harry completely.

"You will die with regret and humiliation just like your incompetent father and mudblood mother!" Voldemort shouted grimly and coldly.

"At least my father is not a Muggle who can't even do magic!" Harry retorted loudly. As the main force who often fights with Slytherin, Harry certainly knows what it means to have the ultimate bad breath and simple enjoyment.

When Voldemort heard this, his expression changed. He never expected that Harry would have the leisure to make a bad mouthful of himself.

But Harry's bad mouth doesn't end with this sentence.

"You say my mother is a Mudblood, but at least my mother is a wizard, and your father is nothing but a Muggle!" Harry continued to frantically seek death.

Voldemort was furious, his face was livid, and his defenses were completely broken. The Death Eaters around him all had low eyebrows, not daring to say a word or look, for fear that Voldemort would take it out on them.

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared. With the agility he had learned from playing Quidditch and playing in the mirror world, he jumped to the side, rolled behind the marble tombstone, and cast a spell.

It was empty, but he heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.

"We are not playing hide and seek, Harry, and I don't have time to argue with you," Voldemort said coldly. The cold voice was getting closer. The Death Eaters stood motionless. "You can't hide from me.

Does that mean you're tired of our duel? Do you want me to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry...come out and duel...quickly...and even painlessly...I

I don’t know…after all, I have never tasted death…”

Harry huddled behind the tombstone. He knew that everything was over. Louis' delay in coming probably meant that he hadn't noticed anything wrong with the Goblet of Fire until now. He was heartbroken. He couldn't go out today anyway.

So what if the weight is dropped? If a person is dead and a bird is in the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years. He will first enjoy the simple bad breath before talking about anything else, so he leaned behind the tombstone, quite like "Little Captain Yamazaki of Japan is listening"

Motility: "First of all, we don't know each other that well. Tom, don't call me Harry directly. I will think you have some special hobby... Secondly, you are just lying. You mean that the dog was killed by my mother's curse."

Not you?"

Harry's mentality is very calm now. No matter what, Voldemort will not let him go. He will just have a bad mouth. What if Voldemort gets angry? Doesn't it count as a contribution to the anti-insurrection cause?

"You can use your words, Harry." Voldemort's face was ghastly, and he threw out a spell and shot it at the tombstone.

The tombstone exploded, and Harry seized this opportunity and shot an eye-curse at Voldemort.

Harry's little trick was worthless. Voldemort sneered and pushed away the spell, but unexpectedly Harry recited a strange spell.

"MindBlast! (Mind Blast)"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. But even this moment of confusion was enough. Harry threw an Expelliarmus and continued running to the next tombstone without looking back.

After all, he was a battle-hardened old devil. Voldemort only recovered from his daze for a moment. By the time he cast off the disarming spell, Harry had already hid behind another tombstone.

"Hide your head and show your tail! Just like your father!" Voldemort smiled cruelly. There were too many tombstones, and he couldn't tell where Harry was hiding, so he started to mentally attack Harry: "But what about that?

What's the use, I finally broke through the hole and caught James Potter, the mouse, and you are about to follow in his footsteps!"

Harry gasped and looked up at the sky. The dark, swirling clouds above really made him a little depressed. In order to cheer himself up, he continued to shout: "That's better than sticking to the back of other people's heads.

What are you, Tom? Are you a facehugger? Or a hermit crab?"

It didn't matter if he didn't speak. Once he spoke, his position was exposed. Voldemort quickly locked onto him. With a flick of his wand, a spell flew out, but it hit a ripple.

"He is indeed a hermit crab, Harry."

A familiar voice sounded, and Harry was pleasantly surprised. He blurted out: "Louis..."

"Aha, I've kept you waiting for so long, let us leave it to us." Louis' figure came out of the void, and with him were Sirius and Snape.

Seeing Snape's figure, Voldemort narrowed his scarlet pupils and hissed: "Severus... ha, it seems you have really betrayed me?"

Snape said nothing, but raised his wand.

"Is it because of a woman? Severus? I really feel sad for you..." Seeing that Snape didn't speak, Voldemort continued to stimulate him: "You know, when I killed the woman named Lily

, how helpless she is in her eyes..."

He responded with a green-lighting Avada Kedavra.

It seemed that Snape was really angry.

"Professor is handsome!" Louis cheered, then looked back at Harry and the others and said: "Get ready, I will send you back right now..."

As he spoke, he began to cast magic spells with his left hand, using the transformation spell to turn the surrounding tombstones into stone men to deal with the group of Death Eaters. His right hand was not idle either, and he first sprinkled a handful of powder to stir up the real fire.

Snape was sent back, and Harry and Sirius were sent away.

As a result, I found that I didn’t have enough ashes.

"This is not the first time we have met, Tom." Louis did not panic and began to greet Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at him coldly. The Death Eaters around him were all entangled with stone men and were helpless. Even the group of twisted servants were the same. He had heard the name of the boy in front of him. He heard that he was a descendant.

The successor of Dumbledore, some people say that he is more terrifying than Dumbledore, and some even say that he is actually the successor of Grindelwald.

But no matter what, the person in front of you cannot be underestimated.

"Louis, it's nice to meet you." Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and for the first time did not make a move, "This should be our first official meeting..."

"Indeed, you were still stuck to the back of Quirrell's head last time." Louis began to recall the past years: "I still remember when Draco said that I could cast the Iron Armor spell, and you asked me to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

On the days of special training, that poor werewolf... alas..."

Speaking, Louis squeezed out the crocodile's sadness.

Voldemort was not angry, even though Louis poked his lung tube.

"Can I call you Tom?" Louis pinched the gadget in his pocket and said casually while looking at Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled noncommittally, looked at Louis and said: "Actually, I also regret that I didn't kill you at the beginning. Otherwise, a danger would have been nipped in the bud."

"But you didn't, Tom, it's getting late, I think I should go back." Louis stretched out his hand to look at his watch, took out the ashes from the space, and reminded him seriously: "I know you are in contact

A powerful force, but what I want to advise you is...stop it, Tom, that is not something you can control..."

"I don't have to worry about you now, Louis, you should just worry about your situation." Voldemort smiled arrogantly, stretched out his hand and cast a curse on Louis.

Louis seemed to have not seen his curse and allowed it to hit him. Seeing that Louis seemed to be frightened, Voldemort laughed wildly - but soon, he seemed to be strangled.

The throat quacked like a duck.

The curse hit Louis, a light blue halo flashed through, and the curse disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Louis waved to him with a smile, raised the ashes in his hand, and teleported back to the Hogwarts game - not forgetting to take the Goblet of Fire with him.

A dizzying feeling came, and when that feeling disappeared, he had already appeared in Hogwarts, next to him was the guest of honor, and Catherine was looking at him with concern.

The moment he appeared, the sound of playing and playing started. It seemed that it was confirmed that everyone had returned safely, and the orchestra began to celebrate. Amos Diggory in the stands hugged Arthur Weasley, and the two

The man laughed, and Amos pointed his hand at Louis, not knowing what he was talking about.

Louis looked around and couldn't find Harry or the others. Catherine saw what he was thinking and knelt down to touch his hair: "Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore brought Harry back to the principal's office.

Professor Snape and Professor Black are here too."

"That's good..." Louis breathed out and looked at Catherine with concern: "You're not hurt, are you? Let me see?"

With that said, he stretched out the Lushan claw towards Catherine's thigh, and was immediately struck off by Catherine angrily.

"With so many people around, you're just acting like a hooligan, right?" Catherine squinted her eyes, acting like a parent: "Harry said you stayed there, and just now Aunt Emma was suggesting whether to rescue you.

of."

"Then will you go?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine snorted softly and pinched Louis' cheek with her slender fingers: "A little scoundrel like you can live for ten thousand years, so I won't worry about you..."

(End of chapter)