Harry Potter's Bastard

Harry struggled to his feet, and he looked around as the Death Eaters surrounded him, with Voldemort standing in front of him. He knew he was finished, and he couldn't escape unless Dumbledore suddenly appeared here. And the man who caused all this, blinded himself and Dumbledore, Harry, looked at Solim who was still standing on the hillside with hateful eyes. Ron was right, all Slytherins were not to be trusted, and he could have been blinded by some small help.

"How dare you look at someone else in front of me!" Voldemort was furious, "Dig your heart and cut your bones!"

Harry had barely gotten up, and before he could even stand up straight, he fell straight down again. It was the first time Harry had experienced the Curse of the Heart, and it had been cast by Lord Voldemort himself. This wasn't the kind of measured Mind Drill Spell that Solim had suffered, it was a 100% malicious Heart Drill Spell that was applied for torture.

Harry curled up on the ground, spasming, mouth open but unable to make a sound. Solim understood the immense pain he was suffering now, and Harry must have been subjected to the Mind Piercing Curse this time more than Solim had suffered.

"Dig your heart and cut your bones!" Voldemort may have been puzzled, and came again.

Solim frowned, he didn't sympathize with Harry, there was a limit to the amount of the Mind Curse, even if Voldemort himself cast a spell, although one or two Mind Curses would cause physical and mental damage to people, but it was also within the range of bearability, but if they kept doing this, people would be ruined - just like Neville's parents.

Fortunately, Voldemort vented enough, or maybe he felt that it would be bad if Harry couldn't stand up if he was ruthless, but Voldemort stopped casting spells anyway.

"Wormtail, give him his wand!" Voldemort turned first, closing the distance between him and Harry.

Peter approached Harry and rudely slipped his wand into his hand without even looking at him, and went back to the circle of the Death Eaters.

For a split second, Harry considered running away, but his legs trembled. He saw the trophy - the trophy that had put him in the predicament he was in, he knew it was a portkey, and Harry had heard about the portkey from Solim, it would take a buffer time to use the portkey again after using it, Harry didn't know if the time was up, and if he caught the trophy now, would he go back to Hogwarts?

There wasn't much time for Harry to think.

"Did you learn to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes glinting in the darkness.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but want to look at Solim, if it weren't for Solim, the only experience Harry could call a "duel" might have been the farce that Lockhart had made up in the second year, it seemed to be a lifetime of things. But this was different, Harry had learned a lot from Solim, but he couldn't guarantee that those things would be useful against Voldemort. Voldemort was right, this time there was no mother to save him...... He was completely unprotected.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort said, owing, but his serpent face kept looking at Harry, "Come on, etiquette is to be observed...... Dumbledore must want you to behave nicely...... Bow to death, Harry......"

The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipsless mouth smiled. Harry didn't bend down, he knew he wasn't Voldemort's opponent, but he didn't want Voldemort to play with himself - that was Harry's last insistence.

"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 well," Voldemort whispered, raising his wand, and the pressure on Harry's back vanished, "Now you look at me like a man...... Hold your head high, just like your father did when he died......"

"Now - we duel. "

Seeing Voldemort raise his wand and take a stance, ready for a fateful showdown with Harry, Solim took a step forward with some excitement, God knows how long he had been waiting for this moment, it was a scene that Solim was determined to see, and he even took a huge risk for it.

Solim once commented on the people around him in the small classroom, Harry is a person whose body moves faster than his brain, such a person is very suitable for duels, and due to years of Quidditch training, Harry's reaction is much faster than ordinary people. Especially after being systematically trained by Solim, Harry's dueling level can be said to be one of the best among his peers.

But encountering a wizard like Voldemort had no effect at all, Harry saw Voldemort raise his wand, and understood that he was going to make a move next, maybe it was the relationship of the injury, maybe it was the influence of the surrounding environment, in short, Harry did not show his usual level.

Once again, he was knocked to the ground by Voldemort.

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could defend himself, or even move, he was hit by the Mind Dash again. The intense pain took over everything, and Harry didn't know where he was...... The burning, red knife pierced every inch of his skin, and Harry felt like his head was going to crack. He screamed, he had never uttered such a terrible scream in his life—

It's the Heart Drill Spell again...... Solim muttered to himself, but this time Voldemort was clearly controlling the Mind Drilling Charm, otherwise Harry would be like he was - he couldn't even scream in pain. Now he can still scream, which shows that Voldemort has shown mercy.

Harry didn't know if he was screaming, because his ears couldn't hear anything except the constant "buzzing" sound, and then it all stopped, and Harry rolled over and got up, his body shaking uncontrollably. He staggered against the Death Eaters' human wall, and they pushed him back in front of Voldemort.

"Pause," Voldemort said, his two slit nostrils widening in excitement, "rest for a moment...... It hurts, Harry, and you don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Playing with your prey is not a good habit. Solim shook his head gently, he didn't like Voldemort's behavior a little, since he was an enemy, then he quickly killed him, and then burned it after he died, and finally the ashes were raised is the best solution, how could Voldemort give him such a chance.

Solim couldn't help but think of the times he faced the enemy, which time he was not cautious, which time he was not with all his might, and how he wanted Voldemort to drag his feet like this.

"I asked you if you wanted me to do it again," Voldemort said softly, "answer me!

Well, it's the Soul Snatcher Curse after the Heart Drill Curse. Harry was okay, and he had tried the three unforgivable curses. If there was such an "achievement", Harry had undoubtedly accomplished it.

But to everyone's surprise, Voldemort's Imperius curse didn't seem to affect Harry at all, or rather, Harry quickly broke free.

He took out the swift moves of the snitch and hid directly behind a tombstone.

"Do you think this will be useful, Harry Potter?" Voldemort's wand began to glow ominously, greenish.

"Come out, Potter, let me kill you! just like you dirty Muggle mom!"

"Avada suo!"