The Death Knell

I don't know if Voldemort hasn't spoken to anyone for too long, or if he has a strange interest in Harry. While waiting for the Death Eaters to gather here, this noseless demon kept chattering to Harry.

It is said that this is the cemetery of Little Hangleton, his mother's hometown, Gunter Mansion is in the forest over there, and his father's home, Riddle Manor, is on the hilltop on the other side of the town.

He also said that at the feet of Potter was the grave of old Riddle, the man who gave Voldemort half of his Muggle blood. At the same time, he also abandoned his mother, causing little Tom to grow up in an orphanage.

So Voldemort later killed his father, and then framed it for his uncle, and killed the Gaunt family in Azkaban.

Voldemort describes the thrill of revenge and hints that Potter doesn't have long to live and now just waits for the audience to show up.

Although Harry wanted to spit at him or refute something, his mouth was still stuffed with coal.

Soon many people in robes arrived here through Apparition. At first they were still cowering behind different tombstones, but soon they all knelt down to Voldemort.

The Dark Lord stopped communicating with Harry, as if he was dissatisfied with the performance of the Death Eaters in the past ten years, and hit them with words. Then he tortured a person with the Cruciatus Curse in public, but then used Pettigrew's The arm recovers.

With both grace and power, he once again mastered these people through fear and worship.

However, he also praised Mr. Malfoy by name and was very happy with the chaos he caused at the Quidditch World Cup. He said that he had temporarily obtained a body through Nagini's venom and unicorn blood, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do. Go get involved yourself.

Not only to Harry, but also to his followers.

After lamenting that a few people were not here today and hinting that they would not live long, Voldemort announced his next plan and promised that after breaking through Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, everyone would receive unimaginable rewards. .

The Dark Lord also used the Cruciatus Curse on Harry who was tied to the tombstone, laughing and torturing him for a while, in order to show everyone that he was much stronger than Potter, and that the last unexpected rebound of the Death Curse did not mean What.

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 have a performative wizard's duel with Harry for the fourteen years he wasted.

It is indeed a performance, just like a lion eating a man in a gladiatorial arena.

"Bow!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry: "I told you to bow to me!"

As he spoke, he directly manipulated Harry to bow to him, like a puppet.

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

Harry was so panicked. The spells he knew were not suitable for such a close battle. His mother did not tell him in her dream that he would encounter Voldemort!

Does she want to let herself go to the underworld to accompany her? Or is this beyond her cognition?

But it was useless to think that. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, and there were only him and Voldemort in the center of the field. Harry felt that he would not be able to survive today.

Surrender and seek mercy? This was not Gryffindor's style. The boy raised his wand, intending to use a disarming spell or other magic to challenge Voldemort.

However, Voldemort just flicked his wand, and a ball of viscous liquid green light hit Harry accurately. He didn't even have time to react. The boy's eyesight went dark, he clutched his chest and fell down in great pain. He kicked his legs, but Moved.

Avada Kedavra, the irresistible instant death magic, accurately hit the boy who survived.

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

But the next second, when he felt the pain that seemed to fall apart all over his body, he realized that he was not dead unexpectedly. Maybe it was his mother's love that saved him again.

He decided to play dead. After all, there were so many Death Eaters here that everyone spitting on him might drown him.

"Lucius, go check on the body."

Voldemort's voice came unexpectedly, and he ordered the head of the Malfoy family to see if Potter was dead.

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

Harry felt that his limbs were stiff, and when he heard the sound of robes rubbing and footsteps approaching, he squeezed his wand tightly, thinking whether he should try again?

However, the injuries he suffered seemed to slow down his thinking. Before he could make any decision, Mr. Malfoy had already squatted down beside him.

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

The long golden hair hung down to cover the middle-aged man's face, and the people around him couldn't see Lucius's expression clearly. Harry could only see that he was leaning down as if checking whether he had died completely, with almost no mouth. Whisper as if moving.

"Lie down."

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

"Master, he is dead!"

"Ha!" Voldemort raised his hands high and circled the ring like a victorious boxing champion, nodding to the audience and showing off his strength: "Very good, let's go now... ..."

But at this moment, a blue flame suddenly exploded in the crowd, and the pillar of fire rolled in the air and shot straight into the sky, forming a phoenix-like shape.

It spread its wings in a dive and flew directly through the crowd. Dozens of unsuspecting Death Eaters were like burning rags, twisting, swaying, and quietly changing in the blue will-o'-wisps. Became ashes.

Then, another evil voice came from the darkness. The voice was not high, but it seemed to have slipped directly into everyone's mind: "Sorry, children of the Gunter family, you can't go anywhere today."

A middle-aged man with short blond hair and a beautiful windbreaker walked out of the darkness, playing with a wand in his hand.

He seemed to regard all the Death Eaters present as nothing, with his chin slightly raised, just looking calmly at Voldemort in the crowd.

Harry, who was lying on the ground, couldn't see anyone and could only hear voices. But just from that, he could feel that the person coming was not afraid of the Dark Lord at all, and he couldn't even see Voldemort at all.

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

"Grindelwald!"

"Yes, it seems that many of you still remember me." Grindelwald tapped his wand gently in his hand, and nodded slightly to the shocked Death Eaters around him as if he were on stage to say hello, with a reserved smile on his face: " I'm very happy, tell me, how do you want to die?"