Harry put on the Quinn Sign for himself and cast the armor to protect himself.

The light is dim.

There was only a ray of dim moonlight here.

Wand waved.

A man walked out from behind the tombstone and stood upright.

The Death Eaters were ready to make a move, holding their wands as if they were expecting something.

"Yes, that's right, Harry. We can talk." Voldemort's voice was full of temptation. He begged, "Why don't you come closer?"

"I'm very weak now. I can't keep talking so loudly. Come closer."

"Let's have a good, cordial conversation."

The Death Eaters watched as the man who walked out from behind the tombstone hesitated, then took a step forward and walked towards them, his robes swaying and the Sorting Hat at his waist shaking.

The look in their eyes became even hotter.

Voldemort said in a pleasant voice: "Mr. Potter, you are very wise to make such a choice. I think we..."

As the man got closer, his voice became quieter.

Sudden.

Several Death Eaters waved their wands together, and the nearby stone tablets twisted and changed. They worked together to create a huge cage, and imprisoned those who had not had time to see clearly.

The others raised their wands.

Those who can cast silent spells can cast them silently.

If you can’t chant the spell silently, say the spell out loud.

Red light and orange light flew out together, and this time, as they wished, they hit the figure in the cage with incredible accuracy. The figure fell heavily to the ground with a thud, splashing a cloud of dust.

Hit it?

So simple?

The Death Eaters were surprised and some of them trotted forward, trying to move "Potter" out of the cage.

“Fool! Fool!” Voldemort screamed. “That is the work of the Transfiguration.”

"Transfiguration spell!"

"He's from Gryffindor, and you're not on guard against him!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

The Death Eaters trembled. They stood in fear, trembling, and dared not speak.

"It seems that you, Senior Tom, are not going to have a proper talk with me." Harry's words came from behind the tombstone, sarcastic and cold, "A seventy-year-old man is deceiving a child?"

Voldemort screamed, "Damn it! Get him!"

The Death Eaters raised their wands again.

The curse was continuously released towards the tombstone.

A white figure that looked smaller than a human suddenly jumped out from behind the tombstone.

The Death Eaters subconsciously cast a spell on it.

But at the critical moment, I still stopped.

There is a previous example of a deformed creature.

Mr. Potter didn't seem to put up any more resistance, didn't transform his creation to resist their spells, and didn't fight back, just letting his hiding place be blasted apart by dozens of spells.

Smoke and dust billowed.

One of the Death Eaters waved his wand, calling forth the wind, and the area was revealed - empty, with nothing but scattered and shattered tombstones and a head-sized crater created by the explosion.

No one.

Where are the people?

Apparition?

Not to mention that they had already cast the "Shadow Lock" spell, Mr. Potter was only fifteen years old and not yet old enough to learn this spell.

Someone turned his head and followed the white shadow that had just run out from behind the tombstone.

"Potter's there!" he exclaimed, and the others turned to look.

The white figure was a white wolf. It opened its mouth and the wand in its mouth fell down. Just as it was about to hit the ground, a hand reached out and caught it.

The white wolf turned into Harry.

No one thought of it.

They defended well on the front, but the sides were weak points.

Harry waved his wand.

The tombstones around them vibrated and in the blink of an eye turned into a small steel snake as thick as an arm, which leaped high and swooped towards them.

Grow bigger quickly!

The second spell was cast at the little snake, and it suddenly grew in size dozens of times in the air, becoming as thick as three people could hug, and smashed down fiercely.

Bang!

The earth is shaking.

Some people were unable to dodge and were crushed to death, their flesh and blood blurred. Four of them were killed by a single transformation curse.

There were eight people left, feeling anxious and uneasy.

"Fools!" Voldemort still screamed, but he didn't seem to be planning to attack. "Use the spell I taught you."

The eight men gritted their teeth and agreed.

They raised their wands and uttered complex, evil syllables.

Alder!

Harry raised his hand and cast a seal.

With a loud bang, a huge wave of air surged!

But the Death Eaters did not move at all. There was an invisible barrier in front of them. When the seals collided with them, dead and mottled cracks appeared in the air, reflecting the figures of those people being cut off.

Thunder explosion!

Harry waved his wand and a spell struck, followed by the Alder Sign.

One in front and one behind!

With a snap, the transparent barrier shattered.

But in such a short time, the eight people had already recited the spell and screamed in pain and hideousness. The robes on their left arms bulged slightly, and something was crawling inside.

Soon it came out from the collar.

It was a black snake, the same one that was swallowing and spitting out of the mouth of the skull with the Dark Mark. It swiftly slipped through the nostrils and ear canal into the brain.

Weird and twisted.

In contrast, their aura suddenly became violent, and their magic power became restless and powerful.

One of the Death Eaters waved his wand in agony.

Originally he couldn't do it alone, but now, his levitation spell can easily move this extremely heavy steel snake.

Another person waved his wand, and the four people who were smashed into meat patties had their flesh and blood twisted, but they quickly stood up again.

Made into a corpse.

These Death Eaters became extremely powerful and fought with Harry.

Eight people and four Yin corpses, using the majority to defeat the minority.

The evil black magic seemed to allow them to communicate with each other and work together extremely well.

Most importantly, Harry had been on guard against Voldemort, who for some reason remained motionless.

For a moment, he found it difficult to gain the upper hand.

Several rounds of confrontation.

Harry chopped off the head of an Inferi with a sword, and the remaining eight took the opportunity to cast spells, breaking the Quinn shield on his body for the umpteenth time.

Voldemort sneered, arrogant and complacent.

"It's no use."

"Tonight, their magic is endless."

"I know your level. Slaying a dragon is of course excellent. When I was in fourth grade, I probably didn't even have your level of magical power."

"But my loyal servants now have enough strength..."

Harry deadpanned, "Really?"

"Have you been following the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Do you think that what I showed in that kind of playful competition is my real ability?"

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

Harry raised his wand and magic surged.

Cast a weather spell.

Suddenly the wind blew up, heavy dark clouds came pressing down, lightning flashed between the clouds, thunder rumbled, and then "pat, pat" - bean-sized raindrops fell.

The celestial phenomena can be changed in a moment.

The Inferi continued to pounce on Harry with its teeth bared. This creature of dark magic that liked humid environments seemed to become more excited.

Call to God!

The silver griffin pounced out and fought with those corpses.

The eight Death Eaters were affected a lot under the rain. The few torches were extinguished and their vision was lost, so they could only cast spells randomly in the dim light.

Harry pulled out the potion.

Gulp it down.

Veins on his temples exploded as the medicine took effect rapidly.

Quinn!

The seal was cast, the shield was put on, and golden light and lightning suddenly lit up together.

Two sleeping spells came.

It hit the shield, creating two streaks of fire, but failed to penetrate the shield.

Quick decision!

Harry took a deep breath and waved his wand. The Transfiguration spell was more difficult to defend against under the rain.

Just as a Death Eater raised his wand and chanted the spell "Lumos!", a strip of cloth flew over, grabbed his arm and pulled it towards Harry.

The snake bone sword slashed forward.

With a whoosh, it was cut in half.

The Death Eater struggled and wailed on the ground. The spell gave him vigorous vitality - but no matter how vigorous the life was, it would be difficult to survive without the roots.

The rain washed over his body, and the blood dissolved in the water and quickly disappeared, just like his wailing.

The first one.

Harry waved his wand, alternating between Transfiguration spells and hexes.

His agility became more agile, and he soon caught up with the Death Eater, whose movements became slow in the mud.

With one strike of the sword, the head fell off.

The second one.

The remaining six people seemed to realize something. Four of them stayed behind to cover their retreat, and the remaining two rushed towards the huge chair behind them.

One of them raised his wand, dispelling the magic that blocked the Apparition Charm.

But as soon as he did so, Harry raised his wand.

More powerful magic power spreads out.

Lock the shadow and shape!

At the same time, Harry's sword-wielding hand never stopped, his feet stepped on the raindrops, and in almost complete darkness, he danced the steps he had learned before the Christmas ball.

The sword flowers also danced together.

The third, fourth, fifth.

Under the heavy rain, Harry became stronger, stronger than any of them expected.

Next, the sixth one.

The huge head rolled to the ground, and Harry glanced at him. It was a familiar face - "Walton McNeill", a current official of the Ministry of Magic.

"Senior Tom, I thought you were lying when you said you were weak." Harry slowly walked towards the chair, and in the horrified eyes of the sixth man, swung his sword at him.

"For so long, I even exposed my weakness on purpose, but you didn't attack me."

"Thank God, we have known each other for so long, and you finally told me the truth?"

The seventh man fought back, using spells to resist.

But the strong man that they can only deal with by joining forces is not someone that the two of them can resist.

His head fell to the ground and fell into a low puddle, splashing water as high as his calves.

Voldemort made no reply.

Harry walked over and finally saw clearly that on this huge chair, there was a small cradle. Under the heavy rain, the small body was completely bloodless.

But he doesn't look cute like a baby should.

His whole body was wrinkled, and his face was full of viciousness and resentment.

The eighth person.

Harry grabbed him and put his head on Voldemort. The baby cried out in pain, but no curse was triggered and he was just like a real baby.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have been to Riddle House and the old Gaunt House." Harry looked at him and said lightly, "We found that there might be a baby."

"Dumbledore said the baby could be you."

"I thought the baby would be yours and Barty Crouch's."

"It seems that Professor Dumbledore is right."

The baby-like Voldemort looked at Harry in surprise.

How could such a nice person say such cold and outrageous words?

Harry swung the sword in his hand.

Cut off the head of the last Death Eater.

Blood splattered, covering half of Harry's face and covering Voldemort's body, but was quickly washed away by the rain.

"Senior Tom, where's Crouch?" Harry looked at him and raised his hand.

Voldemort said nothing, continuing to look at him resentfully.

"Your servant abandoned you?" Harry asked softly, "Did he know that you snooped into the girls' dormitory and seduced the old lady? Was he extremely disappointed in you?"

Seal of Arden!

The purple light flowed, making this small space seem a little eerie.

"Potter!" Voldemort screamed.

The black mist surged over the baby's body. It wanted to continue attaching itself to the flesh, but the soul could not resist the power of the Aden Seal. Little by little, it was expelled.

It was a shattered black fog with only a face left.

Voldemort is inferior to even the humblest ghost.

It was exactly the same soul that Harry saw at the end of the classroom in his first year.

"Hello again, Voldemort." Harry greeted him.

Dumbledore let him escape.

Harry is not as kind-hearted as Dumbledore.

He waved his wand.

The spell was cast, solidifying the ghost bit by bit. Harry didn't know much about magic related to the soul, but there was a Horcrux in his mind after all, and Dumbledore had taught him some spells to contain it.

He didn't want to kill Voldemort yet.

It is also clear that he cannot be killed completely now.

“No, don’t even think about it!” Voldemort roared, using up his last bit of magic. “Potter! I failed in this attempt, but I think we will meet again soon!”

"Meet me in a stronger state than I am now!"

Two hissing sounds.

His residual soul flickered.

It exploded with a bang.

Powerful, evil magic rushed towards Harry, seemingly menacing, but it was just "seemingly".

It couldn't even break the Quinn Seal on Harry.

Harry was stunned.

He held his wand and looked at the cradle in a trance. Voldemort disappeared, leaving only a dead breath and the body of a baby.

Voldemort disappeared.

His soul completely dissipated.

Harry frowned and sighed.

Meet?

He still wants to meet me again?

He waved his wand, and the Triwizard Cup in the mud flew towards him. No matter what Voldemort was thinking or planning at this moment, the most reliable thing was to go back to Dumbledore to discuss and find a solution...

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from a distance, accompanied by a burst of cursing.

Harry held the Triwizard Cup in mid-air and looked towards the direction of the footsteps.

"Weather spell!"

"Damn it, I bet it's that circus guy who got drunk again. That's what they did last time."

"They went even further this time, even using the shadow-locking and shape-locking methods. Damn it!"

"How did they learn this spell?"

"I really hope they haven't left yet..."

Two Ministry of Magic officials walked up the path and stopped at the entrance of the cemetery.

Lightning exploded.

It suddenly became brighter, illuminating the scene in the cemetery.

There were corpses all over the ground, the pungent smell of blood that was still washed away by the heavy rain, and the most horrifying thing was that in front of the wizard holding the sword and the staff, there was a miserable dead baby.