Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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"Ah! Harry!" After hearing Harry's voice, Voldemort turned his face and stared at Harry--

"Hehehehe..." Voldemort laughed evilly, grabbed Tiera's neck, and pulled him up——

Tiera:  …

What's wrong with your old man?

Why are you arguing with Harry and pinching me?

"Hehehehe..." Voldemort laughed while pinching Tiera's neck, "Tiella is a prophet...a prophet...say goodbye to him Well, Harry, he's going to work for me in the future, and he'll be prophesying for me in the future—"

"And you—" Voldemort loosened Tiera's neck, leaving Tiera where he was.

"And you! You are going to die today!"

"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him his wand back," said Voldemort cruelly.

Wormtail approached Harry, and Harry tried desperately to reach the ground with his feet to support himself before the ropes unraveled.

Wormtail raised Xin'an's silver hand, and with a wave, cut the rope that bound Harry to the tombstone.

For a split second, Harry considered running away, but his injured leg was shaking.

He stood on the overgrown cemetery, and the Death Eaters came up close to him and Voldemort, crowding out the spaces where the missing Death Eaters should have stood.

Wormtail went outside the circle to get Harry's wand, shoved it roughly into his hand, didn't even look at him, and went back to the Death Eater circle.

"Have you learned to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, red eyes shining in the darkness.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bowing, but his snake face kept looking at Harry. Grace... bow to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again, and some applauded.

Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled.

Harry didn't bend down, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before he killed him...he wouldn't let him get his way...

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if a large invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly forward.

The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

"Very good," said Voldemort softly, raising his wand, and the pressure on Harry's back was gone. "Now you look at me like a man... hold your head up like when your father died..."

"Now—we duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry had time to defend himself, or even move, he was struck by Cruciatus again. The severe pain took over everything, and he didn't know where he was... The white-hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and his head must have been cracked in pain.

He screamed, and he had never made such a shrill cry in his life—

Then it stopped, and Harry rolled over to his feet, shaking uncontrollably like Wormtail had chopped off his hands.

He staggered into a wall of Death Eaters, who pushed him back to Voldemort.

"Pause," said Voldemort, his slit-like nostrils widening excitedly. "Take a break... it hurts, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Harry didn't answer, he was going to die like Cedric. Those cruel red eyes were telling him that...he would be killed and there was nothing he could do about it...but he wouldn't give in, he wouldn't be at the mercy of Voldemort...he wouldn't beg for mercy...

"I asked if you wanted me to do it again," said Voldemort softly. "Answer me! Out of body!"

All of a sudden, Harry felt like there was no thought in his head, for the third time in his life he felt this way... What a blessing, no need to think, he seemed to be floating, dreaming... Saying "no",... say it ...say "no"...

I don't say it, a stronger voice in the back of his mind said, I don't answer...

Say "no"...

I don't say, never say...

say "no"

"I will not say!"

The words burst out of Harry's mouth and echoed over the cemetery, and the dreamy state suddenly disappeared, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head - all the pain that the Cruciatus had left on his body had returned, He realized again where he was, what was in front of him...

"You didn't say it?" said Voldemort softly. The Death Eaters stopped laughing. "You won't say 'no'? Harry, I'm going to teach you the virtues of obedience before you die... maybe a little more pain?"

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared. With the agility he had acquired in the Quidditch match, he swung aside and rolled behind the marble tombstone.

"We're not playing hide-and-seek, Harry!" Voldemort whispered, the grim voice drawing closer and the Death Eaters laughing, "You can't dodge me, does that mean you're tired of our duels? You Do you want me to end it now, Harry? Come on out, Harry... come out and fight...soon...no pain even...I don't know...I haven't tasted death..."

Harry huddled behind the tombstone, he knew it was all over.

There is no hope...isolated and helpless. As he listened to Voldemort approaching, there was only one thought in his mind, a thought that transcended fear and reason: he couldn't curl up and die here like a child of hide-and-seek.

He can't kneel at Voldemort's feet... He's going to die standing up like his father, in self-defense, even if self-defense is impossible...

Before Voldemort's snake face could turn to the gravestone, Harry stood up—

Before standing up, Harry glanced at Tiera, who was still standing there blankly, like a puppet, standing there blankly.

At least he's still alive...

Harry thought so, at least Tiera was still alive...

At least Voldemort won't kill him... At least until Professor Dumbledore finds out I'm dead, and will come to rescue Tiera...

I can't die curled up!

Harry thought so, he was going to die standing in front of Tiera!

The thought seemed to give Harry the courage, he gripped his wand, held it in front of him, and dashed out to face Voldemort.

Voldemort was also prepared. At the same time that Harry shouted "Except your weapons!", Voldemort shouted: "Avada Suo!"

A green light shot from Voldemort's wand, while a red light spurted from Harry's wand—

Two rays of light meet in the sky—

Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it was electrified, and Harry clutched it tightly.

Harry and Voldemort were so deadlocked, deadlocked, but soon, the green light emitted by Voldemort had the upper hand, pushing Harry's red light little by little in Harry's direction—

At this moment, Tiera's eyes lit up, and Tiera, who had been sensing the fluctuations of magic power around her, suddenly ran up——

He pushed the Death Eaters away, ran to the center of the duel arena, and then resolutely rushed towards the junction of Harry and Voldemort facing the waves, the green light and the red light, and Tiera rushed over without hesitation.

Voldemort's death curse and Harry's "weapon except you" hit Tiera at the same time——

Tiera was knocked out by a powerful force like a rag doll, slammed into Harry softly, and took Harry out of the duel ring.

"Harry..." The light slowly dissipated from Tiera's black pearl-like eyes, "Take my..., take me home..."

For a second that never ended, Harry stared blankly at Tiera's face, his expressionless grey eyes like the windows of an abandoned house.

Harry's brain couldn't accept the sight in front of him. He didn't feel anything except a vague disbelief. The grief was so powerful that it seemed to have destroyed all his emotions.

Harry felt that his heart was numb and numb at this time. Harry felt like a puppet, a robot, with only the purest reason left.

Harry grabbed Tiera's body and shouted, "Flying trophy!"

The trophy flew towards him. Harry grabbed the handle of the cup—

He heard Voldemort yelling furiously, and felt a tug under his navel, the door key working—

He was swept away by a multicolored whirlwind, and Tiera was by his side...they went back.

After Tiera was shot and flew out, Voldemort froze in place, he was so stunned, staring blankly in front of him, looking at Tiera's floppy corpse, watching Harry hold Tiera in his arms in my arms-

Voldemort seemed to be back in a flash to the summer thirteen years ago, the midsummer night thirteen years ago when he lost all his power, and Lily Potter was the same way, and he was standing between him and Harry like Tiera.

Voldemort touched himself with some fear—

I touched my face~www.NovelMTL.com~ I touched my hands, I touched my body——

It's okay, I'm still alive.

When Voldemort raised his head fiercely and wanted to continue teaching Harry——

"No!" Voldemort roared, waving his wand.

But he was a step behind after all.

The trophy was already in Harry Potter's hands.

Harry disappeared from the cemetery.

The bone horn that Tiera had left in the labyrinth suspended itself, making a loud "woo-" sound.

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