Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 703: It's time to make an end!

"Ah, Sirius, that traitor from the Black family!" The smile on Voldemort's face suddenly gathered, and said somewhat disappointingly. "I was expecting the two of you to get together here and die together. That must be an extremely wonderful scene..."

"So he escaped from here, right?" Harry suddenly felt a little more vitality in his dead heart, and asked eagerly.

"It's not impossible for you to think so." Voldemort said slowly, a strange smile appeared on his face again. "But I think he might prefer to die here!"

Harry did not pay attention to Voldemort's subsequent words at all, and there was a hint of joy in his heart. He only knew that Sirius was still alive and successfully escaped from here...

This is at least good news!

Harry's emotional change, naturally, could not hide Voldemort's insight, which also destroyed his joy after resurrection.

"Where is that incompetent house elf?" Voldemort looked around and said grimly.

There was a brief riot in the surrounding crowd.

Moments later, an ugly, skinny house elf was chased out by the Death Eaters.

"Sparkling?" Harry recognized at a glance that this was Mr. Crouch’s house elf, who was once in the World Quidditch Cup

Shining ignored Harry's shout, trembling all over, her light bulb-sized eyes filled with terror.

"Come here, you idiot!" Voldemort stared at it fiercely. "Potter has intentionally reminded me that I have not punished you for your incompetence and negligence!"

"Sir, Shining... Shining was knocked out..." Shining stammered trying to defend herself.

"I don't want to hear your explanation!" Voldemort sneered, gently raising his wand, and chanting word by word. "! (heart-cutting bones

"Ahhhhh~" The severe pain caused the poor house elf to scream and scream, and fell to the ground unsteadily physically and mentally, twisting and screaming in pain.

The Death Eaters watched this scene with fear, no one gloated, because some of them received the exact same criminal law not long ago!

"Stop it!" Harry yelled with courage, looking at the shimmering sparkle.

However, Voldemort had no intention of stopping at all, just admiring the shimmering and distorted expression.

After almost half a minute, Shining was silent, her face was full of snot and tears, and her body was lying on the ground, like a dying fish, twitching from time to time.

It was as if Voldemort had lost interest in torturing the house elf. He put down his wand and turned to look at Harry. "Don't be so anxious, it will be you soon, Potter!"

"Now, let's continue with what we didn't finish just now!" Voldemort's red eyes gleamed in the dark, and a word floated out of his mouth. "duel!"

Harry took a deep breath and squeezed his wand in his right hand. He knew that he had no way out, and resistance was the only option!

But facing the Dark Lord who made countless wizards dare not call his name directly, Harry's heart was faintly filled with an emotion called despair.

Come to think about it, I learned so many spells this year...

Harry's brain turned desperately. His duel experience was very limited. He had only practiced with Ron and Hermione a few times.

Defense, first build defense!

"Protegos~ (armor bodyguard Harry suddenly thought of this, and the wand quickly pointed at him, and an invisible magic barrier soon enveloped him.

"Yes! Iron Armor Curse, you can master it at this age, so Dumbledore usually teaches you well!" Voldemort raised some interest slightly, and said somewhat unexpectedly.

Under the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, Harry gradually recovered some courage, staring straight at Voldemort's every move, ready to resist all attacks!

But Harry soon understood that he was too naive. Voldemort just raised his hand gently, and an indescribable pain filled his mind, as if someone was constantly scratching him with a hot knife. Like flesh and skin, the headache almost exploded.

Harry resisted not wanting to make a sound, but the pain quickly shredded his sanity, and the sharp screams kept coming out of his mouth.

"It seems that Dumbledore didn't tell you that the Iron Armor Curse cannot defend against some specific spells!" Voldemort stared at Harry's painful face happily, and then gently reminded him like an instructor. .

"And... whether magic can work depends on who is using it!"

As he said, Voldemort waved his wand again, and a black beam of arm-thick black beam flashed in mid-air.

The defense of the Iron Armor Curse was like paper, and it shattered without being able to resist for a second. Harry witnessed the black light hitting himself, his body seemed to fly, and he rolled heavily and hit the tombstone behind him.

Harry's right hand was still holding the wand in his hand tightly. After he landed, he eagerly wanted to get up from the ground, but his whole body hurt so badly that he almost fell in his foot, not long after Peter got it out, before he had time. In the filled pit.

Tom Riddle's name came into view on the tombstone, but Harry suddenly felt that after today, the name on the tombstone would be replaced by himself-if Voldemort really wanted to erect a monument for him.

"I have to say, you disappoint me so much! Potter!" Voldemort approached step by step, saying indifferently.

"I thought you would be special! They all said that you are my nemesis~www.mtlnovel.com~ but now it seems that you are not as great as they say, a lot of it is just some good luck! Now there is no The second person will die for you!"

Hearing Voldemort's mention of his mother, Harry's anger came out at once, dispelling the fear in his mind, he said bitterly. "We are all the same, and you are nothing great, Voldemort! Everyone hates and hates you!"

"Really? You won't feel that way anymore!" Voldemort sneered, then raised his wand again, and a dark green light flashed faintly.

"It's time to end it! Potter! Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra Voldemort chanted the spell lightly, and a green beam of light flew out from the tip of the wand.

The fear of facing death made Harry's heartbeat slow by half a beat. He knew very well that the Iron Armor Curse was unable to defend against the Killing Curse, and his too weak body made it impossible to avoid this spell.

Death was approaching, but Harry didn't want to be slaughtered. He wanted to die in self-defense like his parents.

"Expelliarmus~ (except your weapon Harry shouted hoarsely, waving his wand vigorously.