Chapter 863 Harry: Don’t Even Think About Lying to Me Again!

Voldemort put the invisibility cloak he had received into his robe, turned to look at Harry who was standing aside, and said slowly. "We meet again, Potter, the Boy Who Lived! You have escaped from me again and again, but it is a pity that you will never be so lucky this time..."

Staring at Voldemort's red snake eyes, Harry felt dizzy, his legs were shaking, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was in severe pain, destroying his remaining sanity.

But even so, Harry still mustered up the courage and spoke. "You can't be proud for long, Voldemort! Even if you kill me and Professor Dumbledore, others will stand up and resist you!"

"Let me guess, who gives you so much confidence? Is it Ivan Hals? The so-called British savior?" Harry's words made Voldemort's face suddenly darken, and even looked a little distorted.

He lowered his head and glanced at the Daily Prophet on the table. The cover was a dynamic picture of Ivan alone subduing the fire dragon during the Goblet of Fire last year. There was also a large title below that read "The most talented wizard in the history of England, The hope for the future of the wizarding world - Ivan Hals].

The more Voldemort looked, the more annoyed he became. Then he waved his wand and burned the newspaper to ashes. Then he turned to look at Harry and said viciously.

"I admit that he is indeed very clever and dares to tease the great Dark Lord again and again! But he will only be rampant for a few days. When I get the last Deathly Hallows and gain the power to transcend life and death, I will definitely bring him to me. Return the shame a thousandfold!"

shame? Teasing? Harry was confused and couldn't figure out what Voldemort was talking about. He could only vaguely hear that the Dark Lord seemed to hate Ivan very much, but there was nothing he could do about him, so he was eager to find some powerful magic items. Enhance your own strength.

Voldemort looked at Harry, who was still a little confused, and suddenly remembered that the other person probably didn't know the true identity of Ivan Hals under the disguise, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Severus, you might as well tell him how Dumbledore died!"

Snape hesitated, but spoke briefly. "It was Ivan Hals who designed to kill Dumbledore, but he blamed the Dark Lord for the incident..."

"That's impossible!" Harry retorted loudly before Snape could finish. "Everyone in the wizarding world knows that you killed Professor Dumbledore... there are many Aurors who can testify!"

"Of course they will say that. That's because the entire Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet are under the control of Ivan Hals. He can naturally blame anyone for Dumbledore's death..." Voldemort said with a gloomy expression.

Probably because he finally found an audience, and because he wanted to see Harry's belief collapse, Voldemort was not in a hurry to take action, but instead vented all the bad things that Ivan had blamed on him. out.

However, Harry on the side only felt extremely ridiculous.

Ivan Hals, his best friend who has been sleeping with him for five years, is actually a murderous dark wizard?

More than three months ago, the other party disguised himself as Voldemort, led a large number of people into the Ministry of Magic, killed the former Minister Fudge on the spot, and supported the current Minister Pierce to come to power, becoming the mastermind behind the domination of the entire UK?

No matter how outrageous a Muggle writer is, he cannot make up such a story!

So there is only one possibility. Voldemort and Snape are trying to deceive themselves and alienate their relationship. With the lessons learned from the first two times, Harry will naturally not believe such ridiculous lies again!

Not to mention that Professor Dumbledore's wand was now in Voldemort's hand, which made Harry even more determined.

Voldemort rambled on for a long time, but unexpectedly found that Harry's expression did not change significantly.

After using Legilimency to read Harry's thoughts, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He was extremely convinced that Trelawney's prediction must be nonsense, because his lifelong enemy could never be such a person. Idiot!

"I've said before, Potter's mind may not be able to understand things that are too complicated." Snape glanced at Harry mockingly, then looked at Voldemort and suggested. "Master, I think you'd better take action quickly, just in case..."

Snape reminded him gently and stopped talking, but Voldemort already understood what he meant. Although the safe house was very safe, no one knew whether Ivan Hals could come in, no matter how small he was. The probability cannot be ignored.

Thinking of this, Voldemort didn't bother to explain to Harry anymore. He was already tired of the fateful showdown with this brat.

In his opinion, Harry Potter was just a stumbling block on the way forward. Ivan Hals, who had brought him endless humiliation, was a powerful enemy worthy of his efforts!

Harry glared at Snape angrily, especially after the other party suggested that Voldemort kill him as soon as possible. Harry's resentment towards Snape reached its peak. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything now, and he didn't even have a weapon in his hand. A wand, which killed his last chance of escape.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!" Voldemort said lightly, and then gently raised his wand.

Seeing the fluorescent green light rising from the tip of the wand, Harry's scalp tingled. Fear made him lose control of his body, and he just stood there frozen. He felt his heart beating violently in his chest, like It’s the drumbeat that sounds at a funeral.

Harry has never been more eager for a miracle than now. He imagined that Ivan or Sirius could jump out of somewhere in the house and take him away, just like the last duel in the cemetery...

It's a pity that the miracle didn't come in the end. Harry could only watch all this and watch Voldemort wave his wand towards him.

"Avada Kedavra~"

Voldemort's voice rang in Harry's ears, but he could no longer hear it. The green light came faster, taking away everything from him in an instant, and his body fell to the ground in silence.

Witnessing Harry being hit by the Killing Curse, Snape's face twitched and the nails on his left hand were embedded in the flesh.

Fortunately, Voldemort failed to notice this, because his reaction was even greater. The moment he hit Harry, his brain felt as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer.

The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made Voldemort roar uncontrollably. He covered his head and took a few steps back. The next moment, he fell to the ground, motionless... as if he was dead.