Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 958: Saving Harry Potter

Harry may never understand why things have turned into what they are now, when he was in the labyrinth of the Quidditch pitch for the third event of the Triwizard Tournament, why was he suddenly **** here .

He didn't even know why he fainted suddenly, why he was kidnapped, but Harry knew something was wrong with him right now.

A man who was both unfamiliar and familiar to him came into view, the enemy Sirius wanted to kill all the time, and also Harry's enemy - Peter Pettigrew.

Peter is standing in front of a large cauldron and doesn't know what to do.

Before Harry could think about when he was kidnapped by Peter Pettigrew, he was stunned by the fact that Peter put an extremely ugly baby into the cauldron. What did he want to do?

"Ah!"

The scar on Harry's forehead suddenly burned into an unbearable pain, causing him to almost faint.

Indistinctly, Peter Pettigrew's muttering sounded in his ears, and then he felt his arm was stabbed by a sharp blade. When Harry struggled to open his eyes, he saw that the cauldron actually rose slowly. A black figure.

As the man stepped out of the cauldron and donned the robe that Peter Pettigrew handed him over, Harry could only feel a shuddering shudder through his body, a face that had been seen in nightmares for three years.

Voldemort is resurrected.

"God, if this is a horrible nightmare, then wake me up!" Harry roared and shouted inwardly.

It wasn't a nightmare.

He was extremely desperate.

Why don't you listen to advice, why do you want to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Why not just wait for the game to end at the entrance of the maze?

Harry regretted it.

But, it's too late.

Voldemort was resurrected with his blood.

Voldemort proudly showed off, shared his story, and used the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew's arm to recruit his servants,

It was a group of Death Eaters in cloaks and grotesquely patterned masks, like house-elves in the kitchen, humbly crawling up to Voldemort on their knees, kissing his robes, and begging his forgiveness.

While Voldemort was greeting his old friend, Harry heard Voldemort call out some Death Eater names.

Sure enough, it's not a prejudice against Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy was indeed a Death Eater.

His two dogs, Goyle and Crabbe, are also Death Eaters, as well as MacNeil, the executioner who nearly killed Buckbeak last year, and many strange wizards.

All the Death Eaters looked at Harry with strange eyes, looking at the desperate face of the legendary savior, the famous Harry Potter.

"You should have noticed that the famous Harry Potter is coming to my rebirth party." Voldemort's pale face contorted into a smile, "We might as well call him a special guest."

While Harry thought Voldemort would kill him in the presence of his servants, the Dark Lord did

With Malfoy's compliment, he finished his legend, allowing Harry to survive a little longer.

However, if he knew that he was able to stand here and show off his miracles to the Death Eaters, his most loyal servant had bought time with his own life to help him.

"I know this boy you all think is my nemesis..." Voldemort raised his wand and gave Harry a Cruciatus, so that all Death Eaters could see Harry's distressed appearance, "think this What a fool to think that boys are better than me."

"I admit that Harry Potter's escape from me was a fluke," Voldemort said quietly. "There is no Dumbledore here to protect him, nor his mother to sacrifice for him."

"Now, I'm going to kill Harry Potter to prove my power." Voldemort knew exactly how to regain the Death Eater's loyalty, "but I'll give Harry a chance, he can fight me , and die in battle like his father, so you don't doubt who is stronger."

Harry just got back his wand in a daze and stood across from Voldemort, ready for a duel with the notorious Dark Lord that was unfair from the start.

Voldemort just wanted to kill him and make fun of him before killing him.

Harry held his wand stubbornly, his eyes fixed on Voldemort, ready for a final duel. He knew he was going to be killed, and there was nothing he could do about it... Dumbledore was no longer here, and no one could save him.

Harry had been in a short-term dueling club two years ago, and in recent months, had learned quite a few spells from Sirius, but nothing he had learned would be of any use here, because He was facing Voldemort.

"Be brave Harry."

Harry took a deep breath, keeping his head up as high as he could.

Even if he died as heroically as his father, he would not give in, would not listen to Voldemort's mercy...he would not beg for mercy...Harry raised his wand and stood before Voldemort like a hero, Prepare to chant the mantra.

Voldemort was so much faster than he was that Harry didn't even have time to utter the spell when he was struck by Cruciatus again.

Severe pain re-occupied every inch of Harry's body, his head must be cracking, but Harry couldn't help it, even if his eyes were about to bulge out of them,

The pain stopped, Harry's body was shaking uncontrollably, but he still grabbed his wand and rolled over, trying to attack Voldemort, however, he was knocked down by the Cruciatus again.

This time, Harry finally couldn't help screaming in pain, the kind of scream he had never made in his life.

"Look, how tenacious, he's still not going to give in, he's going to fight me." Voldemort removed his wand and said lightly, "Give Harry a break... I think he must be in pain."

The Death Eaters laughed again, laughing at Harry's embarrassment. They wanted to see Harry begging for mercy, but Harry didn't answer, still clutching his wand.

Even if Voldemort used the Imperius Curse, Harry didn't give in and Harry didn't ask Voldemort for mercy.

"You should surrender so that you can suffer less before you die."

Just as Voldemort was about to use the Cruciatus again, Harry finally used the first spell he used in the duel, the Disarming Charm.

However, the spell didn't take effect, because Voldemort just tilted his head and moved away, and the severe pain fell on Harry's body again, making his body that could not bear it almost fell to the ground.

The pain had clouded Harry's consciousness, but he knew he couldn't kneel at Voldemort's feet...he was going to die standing like his father.

Harry tried his best to get back up, but he couldn't.

"Oh, well, I did go a little too far. Harry originally wanted to die heroically. I should have given him this chance." Voldemort said happily, looking at Harry who was crawling to the ground. "It's undeniable that he's tougher than most, let's give him a decent death!"

Just as Voldemort was about to recite the Avada Sutra to Harry who was lying on the ground, a flame suddenly lit up not far away, and Dumbledore walked out of the flame.

Voldemort looked at the old acquaintance not far away, and a cruel smile formed on the corner of his mouth: "How stupid, Dumbledore. Do you think you alone can save Harry Potter?"

"The Aurors are already on their way." Dumbledore glanced at Harry, who fell to the ground, and said calmly, "I think they must be very happy to catch you all, and then they must have no other excuses. "

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters around, and if it were anyone else, they would have laughed at each other, but it was Dumbledore who said it.

"Quiet."

Voldemort glanced at the tumultuous Death Eaters, raised his wand, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I'm curious, how are you going to duel me while protecting that boy?"

"If you want to do that, I really can't stop it," Dumbledore said calmly. "But, I don't think you can stop me from killing other people either."

Dumbledore's voice was cold, so cold that all the Death Eaters around couldn't help shivering.

They all knew that if Voldemort killed Harry Potter in front of Dumbledore, at least a few Death Eaters would be buried here with Harry.

After Harry heard Dumbledore's voice, he finally had hope again in his almost utter despair. However, before Harry had time to rejoice, he realized that he was holding Dumbledore back.

"Leave me alone, avenge me, kill them all!"

Harry used almost all his strength and shouted at Dumbledore in a very tragic scene.

At this moment, the expressions of all the Death Eaters suddenly changed. They never thought that Harry Potter was also a ruthless character, and they didn't even want their own lives.

"Harry himself has that realization." Dumbledore stared at the Death Eaters next to Voldemort, as if preparing to pick a target. If Voldemort wasn't still here, the Death Eaters would have escaped. .

"Buff!"

Voldemort rubbed his wand and waved his hand for the Death Eaters to disperse.

The Death Eaters around Voldemort were all relieved that they didn't want to be involved in a duel between the two, which would be a disaster.

"Are we going to duel, or are you afraid?"

"Why should I do what you want?" Voldemort looked at the old man opposite, and seemed surprised why he would say such a thing, "I know you want to save Harry Potter."

"You heard it just now, you can't protect everyone." Dumbledore raised his wand and fired a spell at Voldemort.

"This is not like what you would say. I know you will save Potter, and I know your weakness." Voldemort took a look at Dumbledore.

At this moment, Dumbledore directly attacked a hapless Death Eater. If Voldemort hadn't stopped the attack, the Death Eater would have been dead.

When Voldemort intercepted, Dumbledore seized the opportunity to fire a deadly spell at Voldemort to hold him back.

Fox appears above their heads, diving down, trying to take Harry away from Voldemort.

"Don't you think you can take Potter away from me with such inferior means?"

Voldemort raised his wand toward the Phoenix with a screeching sound, and a spell pierced through Fox's body, killing Dumbledore's Phoenix.

After the phoenix fell and fell next to Potter, it burned and turned into a chick, and Harry, who had just had a glimmer of hope, was almost completely desperate.

"It seems your plan has failed, Dumbledore." Voldemort scoffed with impunity. "You still want to save Harry Potter."

A woolen sock lies peacefully in the ashes where Fox died.

However, before Harry could react, Voldemort discovered the secret of the wool socks earlier. Even though Dumbledore was trying his best to hold him back to buy Harry time, the Savior obviously failed to grasp it at the first time. Live a chance.

"Is this your trick?"

Voldemort looked at the wool stocking contemptuously and destroyed it.

The expression on Dumbledore's face instantly collapsed.

The wool sock was indeed the portkey he had prepared for Harry.

Harry can be teleported back to Hogwarts by the portkey as long as he reaches out and grabs the wool socks.

However, the plan failed.

"Since you want to save him, I'll kill him."

With the Death Eaters gone, Voldemort didn't have that much to worry about. He raised his wand and uttered the Avada Sutra to Harry in front of Dumbledore, even though Dumbledore couldn't stop him from killing Harry Potter.

However, a strange thing happened, Harry's hand suddenly moved, the wand in his hand unconsciously pointed at Voldemort, launched a spell, and confronted Avada Soloming.

The next moment, the two wands were joined by a dazzling golden light.

Voldemort froze in surprise~IndoMTL.com~ Never expected such a bizarre thing to happen.

At this moment, something even weirder happened. Harry Potter suddenly disappeared and he was teleported away.

The connection between the two wands is also broken.

"What did you do?"

Voldemort was furious that Dumbledore had rescued Harry Potter in front of him, which was a shame to him.

However, Voldemort didn't notice that Dumbledore's face was also stunned when he discovered Harry's sudden disappearance. Obviously, this matter had nothing to do with Dumbledore.

Well, who would have thought that Harry Potter was wearing socks that turned into portkeys?

Even if Voldemort could easily see through something, he certainly didn't have time to pay attention to what socks or underwear Harry was wearing, and naturally it wouldn't be so bad for the presence of the door key.

If Barty Jr had turned his underwear into a door key, he would definitely not have been easily discovered by Dumbledore. Maybe it was possible... well, he might have been teleported away.

Of course, those socks were given by Sirius, and Harry was specially instructed to wear them during the game, which is why he was relieved to squat Peter Pettigrew near the grave of old Tom Riddle.

As for who came up with this idea, Sirius has repeatedly assured that this is his own idea, and Lupin can help him testify.

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