Chapter 309 Harry Potter

3rd Porter

“The daughter of the Evans family will never make a deal with scum!

no way! "

Petunia's roar echoed in the specially constructed church.

All the laughter stopped suddenly at this moment, and the mocking expressions of the Death Eaters seemed to be frozen and solidified on their faces.

Dudley, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly let out a scream as sharp as a slaughtered pig.

Then the fat Dudley was really like a wild boar, with his head buried in tears and he charged in the direction of his mother.

The Death Eaters were so close to Dudley that they were caught off guard. They could only retreat in confusion or pull out their wands at a loss.

But he didn't dare to take action because he was afraid of accidental injury. Dudley knocked away a person, threw himself on the ground, and grabbed the wand that had been thrown carelessly on the ground by the Death Eaters, as if he had used Harry's head as a target for practice. Like when you throw a baseball.

The holly wand flew past in a whirl, as if practicing in a dueling club.

Harry always had to grab the wand he had disarmed. He instinctively jumped up and picked up the wand.

What Zhang Xiao once said seemed to ring in my ears again:

"The vast majority of wizards are still at the stage of seeing with their eyes. If faced with many enemies, running away is always the best choice.

My suggestion is to find a way to block your vision, such as - [Smoke], which can at least help you get a short rest. "

In this flash of lightning, Harry felt that everything around him seemed to slow down. He saw the Death Eaters spitting droplets and cursing.

He saw Dudley holding his head and letting the furious Death Eater point his wand at him.

He even saw Voldemort standing there without any intention of moving, just looking at him with his scarlet eyes.

Why doesn't he move?

Harry didn't know, but he felt a sense of joy in his heart. Thank God, Voldemort didn't do anything.

Harry, who had no time to think about it, swung his arm like a whip, and his wand slid through the air with a whining sound.

"[Fumos]!"

Harry shouted, and thick gray-white smoke poured out from the wand. For just a short moment, the entire church seemed to have returned to the foggy city of 1800.

The fog was so thick that even from a few feet away it was impossible to see what was on the other side.

After landing, Harry pulled Petunia who was still dazed, bent down, and ran towards Dudley's position in his memory.

Facts have proved that this approach is correct, because not long after the two people bent down, there were magic spells flying around above their heads, and Death Eaters waved their wands and shouted to sweep away the whirlwind.

The strong wind stirred up the mist, making everything inside even more blurry.

Then some Death Eaters began to laugh and said: "Goyle, this is a smoke screen curse. It cannot be blown away by strong winds. The curse must be broken!"

"Removing the curse?"

"What are you looking at? I don't know how to do it. Curse Stop is useless against celestial magic. Who knows why that cunning scar-headed boy Potter uses such a biased spell."

This is thanks to Zhang, Cedric, and Hermione. The three of them have developed a set of practical guidelines, but they are only guidelines and have not been used in actual combat.

Perhaps because of the tense relationship, Harry actually had time to think about other things.

While there was chaos in the arena, there was calm around Voldemort.

It was like there was an invisible glass cover around it, and the mist separated from both sides.

Bella slowly came over and asked in a low voice:

"Master. Master, if you don't want to do anything, I can-"

Voldemort actually turned around and came to his previous armchair and sat down, followed by Bella.

"Bella! Potter is mine - but before I kill him, I have a very interesting idea."

Voldemort looked at the yelling Death Eaters who randomly cast spells (and a spell flew past him), and curled his lips in disdain:

"It seems that ten years have passed and they have forgotten how to fight. I really hope their skills in torturing Muggles have not deteriorated yet."

Harry's breathing was rapid, he pinched his wand, turned back to Petunia and whispered:

"Let's go!"

Petunia shook her head. She never expected that Dudley and Harry could cooperate.

Although Aunt Petunia said nothing, Harry understood what she meant.

Dudley was still here and she wouldn't leave. Harry noticed that Petunia still held the gleaming dagger in her hand.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he pushed Penny:

"You go and hide behind the bench by the door, and I'll save Dudley!"

After saying that, he resolutely bowed his waist and ran in the direction of Dudley in his memory.

The Death Eaters' black hoods were relatively conspicuous in the mist, not to mention that they all stood there holding their wands and swaggering around, showing no signs of vigilance.

Although it was only his first actual combat, Harry was surprised to find that he was not nervous at all. It felt like he was riding a broomstick for the first time.

So smooth, even with a little, indescribable excitement.

As he moved forward, a Death Eater looking around spotted him and immediately burst out laughing in rude surprise, but Harry's movements were several points faster than his.

【Fainted to the ground! 】

The crimson curse hit the Death Eater, and even his smile still remained on his face, but half of it had turned into horror.

Perhaps no one expected that a third-year wizard could have such a sense of combat.

After two and a half years of training in the dueling club, everyone recognized that Zhang Xiao was the strongest. Whether in actual combat or theory, Zhang Xiao's performance was exceptionally dazzling.

But the second strongest person in the club was not Cedric, or it was not just Cedric.

What everyone did not expect was that Harry's talent in combat was not much worse than his talent in Quidditch. He was just like a natural Auror!

Perhaps the qualities required for people who are good at Quidditch coincide with combat, such as a big heart, and quick eyes and hands.

Harry calmly used his wand to pick up a stun spell fired by a Death Eater, and even thought about whether he could find a good angle to bounce the spell to another Death Eater.

Seeing another Death Eater knocked to the ground by himself, Harry was absent. McMinnie, is it McMinnie?

It is said that he removes dangerous magical animals for the Ministry of Magic, why does he not seem very strong.

Compared with the fight with Zhang, it is far worse.

Zhang's sparring is not about casting spells face to face. Of course, there are such situations, but more often Zhang will simulate various situations, such as encounters, sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks, evasion, and melee.

By the way, the most interesting is the melee. Harry pursed his lips and suddenly jumped sideways, dodging another silent spell that was shot at him secretly. While sliding on the ground, he shot a spell back with his backhand.

Every time there is a melee, Zhang Xiao finds a large room, puts obstacles in a messy way, and gives less than 10 seconds of observation time, and then he releases the smokescreen spell, just like he did just now.

Everyone disperses in it, and the person standing at the end is the winner.

Maybe Harry's power of pushing the ground is a little too strong, or the ground of the church is too smooth. He suddenly found a Death Eater who looked a little stunned in front of him.

It seemed that he was frightened by himself who suddenly slid over from the ground. There was another person standing next to him. He was tall and big, and looked like a half-troll. Even the loose Death Eater cloak could not cover their bodies.

Was it Crabbe or Goyle? The father of Malfoy's little followers.

Harry felt that his mind seemed to be divided into two parts. He looked at his wrist and shook, and shouted angrily, "Petrification!"

The fat Death Eater immediately turned into a stone statue and fell straight back, but the Death Eater in front of him looked more elite. Although he was surprised, he still drew his wand and pointed it at him.

Harry lay on the ground and raised his foot to kick the Death Eater's knee hard.

Zhang's words came to mind again: "Harry, when you are close to someone, the wand may not be as useful as the body. You need to practice more on a few common striking points.

What if it is used?"

Yes, Harry watched the Death Eater stagger, kneeling forward on both knees, supporting himself with both hands, the thumb of his right fist clasped on the nail of his index finger, the second joint of his index finger protruding forward, the thumb and index finger clasped into a phoenix eye shape, and clenched in a strange fist posture.

He stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, his emerald eyes just staring at the place he was going to strike, raised his steps and twisted his hips, waist and horse united, and punched!

What if it is used! ! ! !

The hard second joint of his index finger hit the Death Eater's Adam's apple hard, with a crisp click, Harry could even feel that his fist seemed to have broken something.

He saw the Death Eater's eyes bulge outwards, and he threw away his wand, like a drowning person, covering his throat and making a "clucking" sound.

Then he fell to the ground twitching.

Harry's face couldn't help but tremble, and he retracted his fist in disbelief. How powerful was it?

This was the first time he hit someone with his fist!

Luckily, behind this Death Eater, Harry saw a fat figure lying on the ground. He ran over quickly and it was Dudley!

Without a trace of hesitation, Zhang helped him again. He used his own experience in the first grade to tell Harry what to do in this situation!

That is - 'Wingardium Leviosa! '

Before Dudley's body floated completely, Harry grabbed his collar and ran back desperately.

From the charge to the defeat, and then to the rescue of Dudley, it was done in one go, and it took less than a minute.

But at this moment, Voldemort's cold and harsh voice suddenly rang out in the hall:

"Game time is up."

A ball of intense light seemed to light up in the thick fog. In just a moment, the originally dense fog disappeared. Harry dragged Dudley and ran desperately without daring to look back.

But the wand kept swinging the Shield Charm behind him. Under the crackling spell, the Shield Charm was as fragile as an egg.

Harry held down Dudley and rushed to the bench where Aunt Petunia was hiding. Only then did he gasp for breath and stick to the bench, finally coming back to his senses from the exciting battle just now.

But his heart became colder and colder.

Because Harry knew that he was dead!

Voldemort stood up and just waved his wand lightly as if to drive away flies. Amid Petunia's screams, the bench they depended on for survival turned into black ash and dissipated into the air.

The Death Eaters lowered their heads and bent down in silence, not daring to look at their master.

"Friends, I am disappointed." Voldemort walked forward barefoot, his scarlet eyes staring at Rookwood, who was lying on the ground and gurgling, and was obviously dying. The disdainful expression on his face became more and more obvious.

He completely ignored the fact that his loyal subordinate had been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years and had long lost his magic.

But he still waved his wand, as if a miracle had happened. Rookwood took a long breath, then coughed violently. He struggled to get up, knelt down and cried bitterly at Voldemort's feet:

"Thank you, thank you, my master."

Voldemort ignored him and continued to walk forward:

"Friends, look at your extremely bad performance, look, you were knocked down by a third-grade wizard, one, two, four! Four of them were knocked down!"

Voldemort shook his head, and behind him was Bella, who looked fierce, and she looked equally dissatisfied.

"I can't help but wonder, is this still our invincible Death Eater who brings fear to the world?"

Harry swallowed hard, it was different, completely different, his scar was burning, and there was a voice in his heart screaming desperately, telling himself to run away, otherwise he might die at any time.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at him, and Harry suddenly let out a low scream, covering his forehead, and felt so painful that he wanted to pry his head open.

He felt as if he had changed his perspective, standing not far away "looking" at himself, the murderous intent in his heart was boiling and roaring, and it seemed that every part of his body was howling:

'Kill him, kill him, kill him! '

Harry's body was shaking, it was an uncontrollable tremor, I felt it, it was Voldemort's murderous intent! He was restraining, he was resisting the desire to kill me.

Do something, Harry, damn it, do something, or you will die, and you will never see your friends again, and Petunia and Dudley will die here too!

Harry pressed his trembling knees with his shaking hands, forced himself to ignore the pain of the scar, and slowly raised his head.

But he found that Voldemort was not looking at him, but raised his head and looked at the ethereal sky.

Then he let out a shrill laugh:

"Dumbledore!"

Voldemort turned around and said softly in a tone that was light but everyone could feel the danger:

"Death Eaters, keep an eye on our Mr. Potter, and his two inferior Muggle relatives, don't let me down!"

Then he turned into a black smoke with a crazy laugh and broke through the glass directly, flying into the sky:

"Dumbledore!"

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