Chapter 696 No Choice

"Oh... of course using Percy Zolkins' information. Using my loyal new friends stationed at Hogwarts to ensure that the child will definitely enter the Goblet of Fire list. Using our new friends to ensure that the child will be included in the Goblet of Fire list. Before the kid wins the tournament - first he has to touch the Triwizard Trophy - my new friend has turned it into a portkey that will bring him here. Dumbledore's protection will be beyond his reach . He will be in my welcoming arms. Here he is - the child you believed to be my nemesis..."

Voldemort walked forward slowly and turned to face Harry. He raised his wand.

"Grucio!"

Harry immediately felt unprecedented pain.

His bones were on fire, his head was torn along the scars, and his eyes were spinning wildly. He really wanted it to be over... to pass out... to die... and then the pain disappeared.

He was tied loosely to Voldemort's father's tombstone, and through the haze he saw those bright red eyes. The night echoed with the laughter of the corpse-eaters.

"Look, how stupid it is to say that this child was once more powerful than me!" Voldemort said, "But I think everyone knows it in their hearts. Harry Potter just escaped from me by luck. Now. , here, in front of all of you, I will kill him to prove my strength. There will be no more Dumbledore to help him, no more mother to sacrifice for him. I will give him a chance, I will allow him Fight. You will decide which of us is stronger. Nagini, wait a little longer," he said softly.

The snake slithered into the grass, where the Death Eaters stood and watched.

Fan Lin, on the other hand, set his sights on the snake, the snake named Nagini. Now he had a natural advantage. Voldemort was in the dark and he was in the dark. Maybe he should find a way to kill Nagini. Drop a Horcrux...!

Fan Lin knew the spell, and he only needed to activate the Calming Fire Spell, so that he could destroy a Horcrux and then go to Sirius's house during the holidays...

Anyway, the Horcrux in Kreacher's hand couldn't escape, so Fan Lin was not very worried about this problem.

"Let him go now, Barty, and give him his wand back." Voldemort said softly, and Fan Lin's eyes followed Nagini closely.

Nagini got into the crowd, behind the group of Death Eaters. Before that, Fanlin had to kill that group of people, and he had to have some communication with Harry.

"Harry, Harry..." Fan Lin stuck behind the tombstone.

This voice was very familiar to Harry's ears, but this voice appeared here...

"Harry, I don't have time to explain to you. Now I need you to use the wand to have a one-on-one duel with Voldemort. I am Fanlin. I came here by tracking you. I am now in the state of the Disillusionment Curse. Fox and I Together."

Fanlin said quickly, and Harry felt claws gently grasping his shoulders.

"What should I do..." Harry asked in a low voice. He had no choice now. No matter what, Voldemort would never let him go. It would be better...

"Attack Voldemort with a disarming spell."

Harry was startled. He was not sure if the voice was telling him to die, but now there was no difference between him and death...

After Fan Lin finished speaking, he left quickly and walked far away. He stayed too long and it was too dangerous to be exposed to Voldemort's sight.

But Lavis approached Harry, who quickly stretched out his feet to stand before the rope was untied. Crouch raised his new silver hand and with one powerful blow cut the ropes that tied Harry to the tombstone. For a fraction of a second, Harry considered running away, but as he stood on the overgrown graveyard, his injured calves were shaking.

He wasn't sure whether he should listen to Fan Lin, or was that voice just his hallucination?

By this time, the Death Eaters had gathered, forming a tight circle around Harry and Voldemort, and the positions of the missing Death Eaters had also been closed.

Crouch walked out of the encirclement and walked towards the spot where they had been knocked down. When he came back he had Harry's wand with him and thrust it roughly into Harry's hand without looking up.

Then Barty Crouch Jr. returned to the circle surrounded by corpse eaters.

"Come on, Harry Potter, I think you have learned how to duel, right?" Voldemort said softly, his red eyes shining in the darkness. Hearing this, Harry remembered the dueling club he had briefly joined at Hogwarts two years ago. Although it was a long time ago... all he learned there was that he could disarm people. The spell - the "Disarming Curse"... Even if he could use it to take away Voldemort's wand, what's the use? He was now surrounded by more than thirty Death Eaters.

He knew he was now facing what Moody had always warned him about... the irreversible Avada Kedavra - Voldemort was right - his mother wasn't here to die for him this time... and he felt helpless. …

"Harry, let us bow to each other," said Voldemort, bending slightly but still facing Harry with his snake-like face.

"Come on, these details must be adhered to... Dumbledore likes to see you polite... Surrender to death, Harry." The Death Eaters laughed.

Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled too.

Harry did not bow, he did not want to be played by Voldemort before he killed him, nor did he want him to be satisfied.

He was not sure whether the voice was Fan Lin. If it was... a duel with Voldemort would undoubtedly cost him death, but the right to choose was not in his hands now.

Harry now wanted to go back in time and kill the person who put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

"As I said, bow," Voldemort said, raising his wand. Harry felt as if a huge, invisible hand was pulling him, causing his upper body to bend forward cruelly, and his spine to curve.

At this time, the corpse eaters laughed harder than before.

"Very well," Voldemort said softly, and raised his wand, causing Harry's downward pressure to disappear. "Now you face me like a man - straighten your back proudly, just like your father did when he died - well, now we begin the duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could shield himself, or even move, he was under the Crubultus spell.

This felt terrible, and Harry had experienced it before. Pain that is enough to drive a person crazy.

The extreme, all-consuming pain made him unable to feel where he was now - the hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and his head almost burst in pain. He screamed louder than ever before. It was loud all the time...Suddenly, the pain stopped.

Harry rolled over and struggled to his feet, shaking uncontrollably, just like Crouch did after one of his hands was cut off. Harry staggered aside, into the wall of watching Death Eaters, but they pushed him back into Voldemort's face. (To be continued)