Reborn Evil Wizard

Voldemort set his sights on Harry Potter, the boy he had been thinking about until his death.

This was the first time he looked at this nemesis predicted by fate in a complete manner. 14 years ago, this boy who was still a baby destroyed him, so that the dignified Dark Lord had to hide in the Amazon forest by attaching himself to a snake on one's last legs. 11 years later, he finally met a wizard who could be controlled and seduced by him, and successfully entered Hogwarts with the identity of Quirrell, intending to steal the Philosopher's Stone and revive him, but it was a pity that he was once again caught by Potter, who was only one at the time. The little wizard in the first grade ruined the plan and was almost swallowed by him.

This made Voldemort feel frightened, angry and angry, but he couldn't help but feel a deep chill and fear from the bottom of his heart.

If the first time was just a coincidence, it was the carelessness of the Dark Lord when he faced a baby who was powerless, but after that, an adult wizard did not snatch the Philosopher's Stone, and was even almost completely wiped out by the other party. The soul is gone.

As the main soul, he couldn't feel the desire to devour each other among the divided souls and horcruxes that he split, so that he didn't understand why when he faced Harry Potter, his soul A sense of crisis rose from the depths, like a prey that was smashed to death by a hunter, screaming to leave.

However, he Voldemort, the Dark Lord of the wizarding world, how could he shrink back because of the feeling of cowardice!

"Look, I'm alive again! No one can stand in my way, not even you, Harry Potter..."

Voldemort opened his arms, as if embracing the night, with a cruel smug look on his face, "Not even you!"

Scarlet eyes to scarlet eyes, the Dark Lord and the Savior stared at each other coldly.Voldemort ignored the slight sense of incongruity. He was completely immersed in the emotion of his complete resurrection at this time, and looked at Potter with disdain.

"Potter, let me tell you how important this beautiful night is to you and me." Voldemort's smile was ferocious and ugly, and now his image like a ghost has long since disappeared. It was no longer the handsome and elegant face that the former Dark Lord had and was admired by countless people.He straightened his waist, raised his head, and scanned the dark cemetery around him, as well as the Death Eaters who knelt and crawled to his feet after he appeared, scrambling to kiss the corner of his robe.

"You don't know, you are stepping on the bones of my father, yes, he is a Muggle, just like your mother, disgusting and disgusting! But sometimes they are very useful Isn't it like you were able to escape a catastrophe when you were a child, just like I can be reborn now..."

He hissed softly, and walked towards Potter as he paced leisurely, "Oh, it's so wonderful, this feeling of being reborn... I have to thank that stupid Muggle biological father, isn't he ?…Oh, and thank you, dear Harry Potter…”

Approaching Potter, who was immobilized by magic, Voldemort raised his ferocious face, opened his cold and slender scarlet eyes, and approached Potter as close as possible, then stopped and asked softly. , "Hmm, the entire wizarding world is here and you are my nemesis, aren't you?"

Porter pursed his lips tightly, just like the stubborn and unyielding posture he should have at his age, he seemed to be still staring at the other party with stubborn resistance, and when facing the life and death enemy in front of him, he didn't want to just be like this Throwing in the towel so easily.

"I am also very puzzled, why such a child can be predicted my death, and he succeeded." Voldemort stretched out a slender and pale finger, and moved closer to Potter's face, " Why is this? Why are you able to hinder me again and again, why are you able to defeat me again and again!? I'm really curious."

Feeling the cold fingers touching his skin, Potter narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not move, letting the snake-like hand slide across his face.

"Look, now I understand...your mother died to save you, and she inadvertently cast some kind of magic that gave you a special kind of protection - an ancient magic, in the name of sacrifice, that sacrificed Herself, but I carelessly ignored. This kind of protection prevents me from hurting you, and even rebounds the damage I do to you. So this is the truth! This is the truth about why I died inexplicably back then! This is robbing The truth about why I was actually defeated by you when the Sorcerer's Stone! But now..."

It pierced the white face of the opponent directly, and blood flowed out. Voldemort sent the blood from his fingertips to his mouth without hesitation, and then he laughed wildly. "This kind of magic has no effect on me at all. The protection on you has been completely broken by me. The savior is no longer the savior, isn't he? Nothing can beat the Dark Lord, not even Dumbledore!"

In the quiet night sky, apart from the howling wind, only Voldemort's arrogant laughter echoed.

After a long while, Potter, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head, his black hair fell on his forehead, his red eyes shone strangely, and after a long while, he spoke suddenly, with a clear and crisp voice unique to young people. and immature, but at the moment it just feels weird.

"...You seem to be very happy that you have tricked Dumbledore and brought me here?" Potter's voice was not low, so even the Death Eaters who were a little far away could hear it clearly.The boy nodded and said as if confirming something, "Well, I'm actually very satisfied."

"What?" Looking at such a calm savior, Voldemort always felt that something was wrong. At least it was impossible for a young man surrounded by countless enemies who had no chance of winning to maintain such a normal state of mind.

But Potter ignored the Dark Lord. He said leisurely, "Father's bones... the servant's flesh... the enemy's blood... I didn't expect you to use this sacrificial magic. I'm still worried." It's been a long time, tsk, it turns out that I think highly of you."

"So, do you think you can stop being afraid of me now?" A cold sneer appeared on the corner of Potter's lips, "It's ridiculous!"

"Although I don't know what you want to say, but your expression makes the Dark Lord very dissatisfied." Voldemort no longer thought about the weirdness of the boy in front of him, and he didn't think much of an underage wizard.The guardian magic over him had been broken, and now Voldemort just wanted to teach the boy a small lesson, oh, just a small appetizer.

He raised his wand to Potter, his eyes even redder.

But Potter's smile was bigger and more terrifying, and he exhorted in a strange tone, "Hey, if I were you, I would advise you to look back..."

Before he finished speaking, as if he was drinking Potter's flowers, spells sounded all around the dark woods in vain, and countless attack spells that could kill people reverberated and flashed here.

In the blink of an eye, as if they were summoned in vain, countless figures suddenly appeared in this dark and deserted cemetery where no one was seen all year round. Surrounded by layers, and launched a fierce attack without saying a word.

As Death Eaters, Voldemort's most loyal and powerful dark wizards, this group of wizards who were imprisoned in Azkaban for countless years before, and some of them have gone crazy, are not slow to react. On the opposite side, this group of mysterious wizards The moment they appeared, they also fired their magic without hesitation. For a while, the two parties actually made the battle stalemate.

Voldemort let go of Potter the moment something went wrong behind him, but he was still a step too late, a death curse hit him, and the moment he turned to resist, he was caught by the tip of a beautifully made sharp wand The vitals of the neck.

A young man wearing a luxurious dark red aristocratic robe stood in the night. This was a young man with an indescribably handsome appearance, but he looked about 20 years old. He was handsome and full of nobility. The red on his body is so perfect that no one can erase such a touch of brilliance.If it wasn't for the fact that he appeared at the wrong time, the wrong place, and even the wrong posture, others would even think that this was the young master of some noble family coming here to play.

No ordinary aristocratic wizard has such guts, but the reality is that this young wizard is slightly curling up his thin lips at this time, threatening Voldemort with the wand in his hand with a half-smile, and with his narrow, cold blood eyes, He was looking at Voldemort's red eyes unscrupulously like a dead thing.

"Nice meeting, Voldemort...no, maybe it's been a long time."

Facing the now ugly Dark Lord, the handsome young man smiled more and more unscrupulously, "It's the first time for me to introduce myself to you, this feeling is really good, isn't it?"

"I'm Nija Calles...Of course, you can also call me—the Duke of Darkness!"

...the savior, who had been completely ignored by the two of them, lowered his head slightly, and secretly suppressed the stronger desire to devour from the depths of his heart than before. He lowered his head, just at the corner of his lips, restrained with a horrible smile...