Chapter 413: Wand-Reliant Wizards, Flashback Spell

A red spark flew in the air, and the five-minute countdown began.

Voldemort and Harry were more than ten meters apart. One of them had a grim smile on his face, red light in his eyes, and was surrounded by a large group of supporters. The other's legs were trembling, and he swallowed his saliva from time to time, with no one behind him.

No matter how you look at it, the result of this duel is doomed. Voldemort can crush Harry Potter in all aspects.

"You should have learned how to duel!" Voldemort bowed slightly, "First we have to bow to each other.

Come on, Harry, etiquette must be observed. Dumbledore doesn't want you to forget your manners, right?"

Harry was breathing rapidly and had no intention of bowing.

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand slightly, and Harry felt that his body had lost control. No matter how he struggled, he reluctantly bent down.

"That's much better." Voldemort sneered, "Now we duel."

"Crucio!"

Before Harry could stand firm, Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse hit him, making him feel so painful that he kept twitching on the ground and screaming violently.

"Good job, Harry.

Your parents will be proud, especially that inferior Muggle mother."

Harry couldn't stand Voldemort mentioning his parents, so he endured the pain and cast a spell.

But the red light was dispersed by Voldemort with one hand before it reached him. Not only did it have no effect, but it was also blown away several meters.

Harry lay on the ground, wailing in pain while looking for the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament.

The trophy was covered with mud, but the blue light it emitted could still be vaguely seen. It was at least 20 meters away from him, and there were no Death Eaters there.

But these 20 meters were like a natural chasm, and he didn't dare to reveal any abnormality. If Voldemort found out, everything would be over.

"I will kill you, Harry Potter.

I will destroy you, and after tonight no one will question my power.

After tonight, if people talk about you, they will only say how you begged me to kill you.

And I, mercifully, agreed to your request."

"Get up."

Voldemort waved his hand, and Harry's body stood up from the ground again out of control.

Just as he was about to continue, Harry showed great speed and hid behind a tombstone.

Bang!

A spell hit the tombstone, and Harry clearly heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.

"You are not allowed to turn your back to me. We are not playing hide-and-seek." Voldemort said coldly, "You have to look at me when I kill you. I want to see the light disappear from your eyes.

You can't hide, Harry.

Come out, duel, no pain... This is debatable, after all, I have never tasted death."

Harry curled up behind the tombstone. He could see the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, but he was also sure that once he ran out, he would not be greeted by the Cruciatus Curse, but the Killing Curse.

But in this situation, he had no choice but to wait for death except to fight.

Thinking of this, Harry took a deep breath, clenched his wand and rushed out from behind the tombstone.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The red and green lights collided with each other, and without any surprise, the red light retreated at a very fast speed.

Harry still insisted, holding the wand tightly with both hands, squeezing every bit of strength in his body as much as possible.

Just when he thought he was doomed, the red light suddenly became extremely bright, even overwhelming Voldemort's magic.

Seeing this, Barty Jr., Lucius and other Death Eaters were about to draw their wands to help. In their opinion, this duel was full of unexpected factors and was not normal at all.

"Don't interfere, let me kill him." Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, "Don't move without my order, he is mine."

The Death Eaters stopped one after another, and just tacitly surrounded Voldemort and Harry.

"It's triggered." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe he can really save his life."

"What triggered it?" Cedric asked.

"Flashback spell." Jins smiled meaningfully, "The young master should have expected it a long time ago!"

"Do you know they will cast this spell?" Fleur asked.

"Almost." Aaron shrugged. "After all, my uncle runs a wand shop. He has a good memory and can remember every wand he sells.

He told me that the materials used to make Harry Potter and Voldemort's wands come from the feathers of the same phoenix. They are brothers among wands.

The spells cast by these two wands are deadlocked together, which is the condition for triggering the flashback spell."

As he spoke, a bright golden color appeared at the intersection of red and green light.

The flashing golden line connected Harry and Voldemort's wands and shot upwards, forming a huge dome barrier that enveloped the two.

"He can actually tie with the Dark Lord." Cedric looked at this scene in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

"That's really overthinking. All I can say is that neither of them can do anything to the other before the connection is broken.

This is the biggest flaw of wizards in this era, relying too much on the wand.

Even the Dark Lord needs to use the wand to better control his magic power. It's really ironic that a great mage at the peak of his powers would be held back by a student who is not even a mage."

"So you learned the magic circle?" Krum asked.

"I was forced to do it, but now it seems worth it. At least I won't rely on the wand." Aaron sighed.

Since the appearance of the wand, wizards can't do without it, and wandless spellcasting has even become a legend.

But it's not incomprehensible. With convenient tools, who would spend time and energy studying other things?

The three looked at each other. There is indeed a gap between people, but the gap is inevitably a little bigger.

"At least... Harry Potter can last five minutes, right!" Furong changed the subject.

"Five minutes is not a problem, but the result is that I only saved a bottle of potion.

You are not naive enough to think that Voldemort will let Harry Potter go after the connection is disconnected!"

"Then we can only watch helplessly?" Cedric asked unwillingly.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and immediately made a gesture of invitation.

"If you want to die, go by yourself, I will never stop you."

Cedric looked at the golden barrier not far away and the Death Eaters who surrounded him, and reluctantly put down the wand in his hand. He still knew the difference between dying and sacrificing.

"Tsk!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him, "I told him the way to survive, whether he can grasp it depends on him."

A ball of red light lit up at the tip of Voldemort's wand, and he himself groaned in pain.

A ball of silver-white light flew out of the wand, first the head, then the arms and body.

This is the image of an old man, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Voldemort in surprise, as well as the golden barrier that enveloped them.

"So... he is really a wizard." The old man looked at Voldemort, "This guy wants my life, I can't let him go, kid."

"Who is he?" Aaron frowned slightly, "It looks like a Muggle, the Dark Lord would actually mess with an old man."

"Master." Jins walked over and said, "Many people disappeared during the time you were studying at Hogwarts, Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, and this is him, the Muggle-Frank Bryce.

This is the information in the Muggle newspaper, the time was August last year, and the location was the village where Voldemort was born."

"So that's it." Aaron suddenly realized, "I guess he was unlucky to discover Voldemort, and then he was killed."

At this time, another head appeared, this time it was a woman, she was as curious about the surrounding environment as the old man, and then she looked at Harry Potter, her eyes stayed on his scar for a second.

"Don't let go, Harry, don't let him hurt you."

"This is Bertha Jorkins, the missing witch the Ministry of Magic has been looking for." Genes introduced.

"Good fellow, they were all killed by Voldemort, Barty Crouch won't appear next!

No, it shouldn't be, Barty Crouch was killed in Hogwarts, Voldemort hadn't been resurrected at that time!"

Another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, Harry's hands trembled obviously, and Voldemort's face was full of resentment.

"Lily Potter." Aaron said with wide eyes. He had seen photos of Harry's parents and was quite impressed by the woman who cast the blood protection spell.

"Your father is here too, he wants to see you, it will be fine, hold on." Lily said to Harry.

"That's his... mother." Fleur looked complicated.

"Yeah!" Aaron nodded, "If nothing goes wrong, his father will be next.

This is really interesting. Harry dreams of seeing his parents again, but he didn't expect that the person who fulfilled his wish was Voldemort, who destroyed his family.

These ghosts are enough to buy him some time, and his chance of survival has increased by 50%!

By the way, you three should thank me, otherwise you will also be one of the ghosts."

The three looked at each other and nodded in disbelief.

After a while, Harry's father, James Potter, also flew out from the tip of the wand.

He and Lily stood on Harry's left and right sides, "Harry, when this connection is broken, you must get the door key.

We can only stay for a while to buy you time, do you understand?"

Harry nodded seriously, his wand became more and more difficult to control, but looking at his parents, he held it tightly and didn't let go.

"Disconnect! Baby, you are ready." Lily said, "Disconnect, disconnect."

Harry roared and lifted the wand up with force.

The golden thread broke and the barrier disappeared.

The ghosts of those killed by Voldemort all rushed towards Voldemort, blocking his vision.

Harry ran at the fastest speed in his life, knocked away two Death Eaters, and fell to the ground, and his right hand just touched the trophy emitting blue light.