Chapter 704 It’s Time to Come to an End!

"Ah, Sirius, that traitor of the Black family!" The smile on Voldemort's face suddenly shrunk, and he said rather disappointedly. "I originally expected you two to get together here and die together. It must be an extremely wonderful scene..."

"So he escaped from here, right?" Harry's dead heart suddenly became more energetic, and he asked eagerly.

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

Harry didn't pay any attention to Voldemort's subsequent words, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his heart. He only knew that Sirius was still alive and had successfully escaped from here...

This is at least good news!

Harry's emotional change was naturally not concealed from Voldemort's insight, which completely destroyed his joy after his resurrection.

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

There was a brief commotion among the crowd gathered around.

After a while, an ugly, skinny house elf was driven out by the Death Eaters.

"Winky?" Harry immediately recognized this as Mr. Crouch's house elf, whom he had met at the World Quidditch Cup.

Winky ignored Harry's call, trembling all over, and her eyes the size of light bulbs were full of fear.

"Come here, you idiot!" Voldemort stared at it fiercely. "Potter has the intention to remind me. Speaking of which, I haven't punished you for your incompetence and dereliction of duty!"

"Sir, Winky... Winky was knocked unconscious..." Winky stammered, trying to defend herself.

"I don't want to hear your explanation!" Voldemort sneered, raised his wand slightly, and read word for word. "Crucio!"

"Ahhhh~" The severe pain caused the poor house elf to let out shrill screams. He fell to the ground in a state of physical and mental instability, twisting and screaming in pain.

The Death Eaters looked at this scene with fear. No one was gloating because some of them had received the exact same punishment not long ago!

"Stop!" Looking at Winky who was almost collapsed, Harry mustered up the courage to shout loudly.

However, Voldemort had no intention of stopping and just admired Shining's twisted expression.

After almost half a minute, Twinkle could no longer scream, her face was covered with snot and tears, and her body lay straight on the ground, like a dying fish, twitching from time to time.

Voldemort seemed to have lost interest in torturing the house elf, put down his wand, and turned to look at Harry. "Don't be so anxious, it will be your turn soon, Potter!"

"Now, let's continue what we didn't finish just now!" Voldemort's red eyes flashed in the darkness, and he spoke a word lightly. "duel!"

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

But facing the Dark Lord, whom countless wizards dared not call by his first name, Harry felt a faint emotion called despair in his heart.

Come to think of it, I've learned so many spells this year...

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

Defense, build defense first!

"Protegos~ (Armor Protection)" Harry suddenly thought of this, and the wand quickly pointed at himself, and an invisible magic barrier soon enveloped his body.

"That's right! You can master the Iron Armor Curse at this age. So, Dumbledore usually teaches you well!" Voldemort became slightly more interested and said somewhat unexpectedly.

Under the protection of the Iron Armor Curse, Harry gradually regained some courage. He stared at Voldemort's every move with his eyes, ready to resist all attacks!

But Harry soon understood that he was too naive. Voldemort just raised his hand slightly, and an indescribable pain filled his mind, as if someone was constantly scratching his head with a hot knife. It feels like flesh and skin, and my head hurts so much that it almost explodes.

Harry tried not to make a sound, but the pain quickly tore his mind apart, and sharp screams kept pouring out of his mouth.

"It seems that Dumbledore didn't tell you that the Iron Armor Curse cannot protect against certain spells!" Voldemort stared happily at Harry's face that was twisted in pain, and then continued to remind him gently like an instructor. .

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

As he spoke, Voldemort waved his wand again, and a black beam of light as thick as an arm flashed through the air.

The defense of the Iron Armor Curse was like paper, and it shattered without even being able to resist for a second. Harry witnessed the black light hitting him with his own eyes, and his body seemed to fly up, rolling and hitting the tombstone behind.

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 was in severe pain. In the filled holes.

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

"I have to say, you disappoint me very much! Potter!" Voldemort said indifferently as he approached step by step.

"I thought you would be extra special! They all said you were my nemesis, but now it seems that you are not as great as they said. It's just a matter of good luck! There is no second person to replace you now. Go to death!”

Hearing Voldemort mention his mother, the anger in Harry's heart suddenly emerged, dispelling the fear that shrouded his mind, and he said hatefully. "We are all the same, and there is nothing special about you, Voldemort! Everyone hates and hates you!"

"Really? You won't be able to feel that way soon!" Voldemort sneered, raised his wand again, and a dim green light flashed faintly.

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

Facing the fear of death, Harry's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. He knew very well that the Iron Armor Curse could not protect against the Killing Curse, and his body was too weak to avoid this spell.

Death is approaching, but Harry is not willing to wait for death. He wants to die in self-defense like his parents.

"Expelliarmus~ (Expelliarmus~)" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, waving his wand vigorously.