Chapter 320 Voldemort!

Today's game was really boring for Harry. After setting off, Harry felt as if there was some kind of power guiding his direction.

And under the blessing of this power, he came to the Triwizard Cup almost unscathed.

This was different from what Harry had expected. In Harry's imagination, this game should be the most dangerous, but now he has reached the finish line so easily.

This made him hesitate when facing the trophy. He began to wonder if the trophy in front of him was a trap.

And God seemed to have heard Harry's voice, and the next game immediately became tense and exciting.

First, Mike jumped out and said that the trophy was tampered with, then Hagrid came out and attacked Mike with the killing curse, and finally Mike said that the Hagrid in front of him who was holding his hand was a fake! Is

n't this too exciting?

Harry looked at Hagrid in horror, who was a little different from usual, and his body was shaking constantly. In his heart, he was more willing to believe Mike's words, after all, what he said was really reasonable.

But the current situation seemed to be beyond the reach of anyone he trusted.

Not far away, Mike, who had slowly stood up, had already activated the brain blockade. The fall just now was really heavy. Even after a short rest in the mud, his right leg was still aching.

Mike silently pointed his wand at Hagrid, stretching his injured right leg and saying,

"You should be Barty Crouch Jr., right? It was you who killed old Mr. Crouch, and it was you who controlled Krum with the Imperius Curse, right?"

Facing Mike's raised wand, Hagrid pulled Harry in front of him, as if he wanted to use Harry as a shield, but the funny thing was that he obviously ignored his own size. Harry's thin body could not block his huge body at all.

Then, after hearing Mike's questioning, the grim smile on Hagrid's face was first choked, and then his mouth corners grinned even wider.

"Hahaha! You are indeed worthy of it! McTownley! I have to say that you are indeed a genius. If you were not born of Muggle descent but pure blood... No! Even if you were just a mixed-blood, I would not hesitate to recommend you to my great master!" Little Barty hooked Harry's neck and said with a grin, "But it is obvious that your talent is not good enough! McTownley! I won this competition!"

After that, Little Barty grabbed Harry's hand and reached for the Triwizard Cup!

Mike's eyes suddenly condensed, he stomped his feet on the ground, and at the same time, the fire spell that had been prepared long ago burst out from his wand and turned into a strong impact of the flames that hit Mike's back, providing Mike with power.

In an instant, Mike's whole person seemed to be a ignited feather arrow, carrying the sound of breaking wind and flying towards Little Barty and Harry!

At this time, Little Barty and Harry's hands finally grabbed the Triwizard Cup.

With the Triwizard Cup as the center, the surrounding space, including Harry and Little Barty beside the Triwizard Cup, suddenly twisted as if it were a swimming pool being filled with water.

Looking at Mike flying towards him, and estimating Mike's flying speed, the smile on Little Barty's twisted face became more and more teasing.

However, his smile soon disappeared.

Because Mike in mid-air actually used the fire spell again, and this time the fire spell he used was even more powerful. The terrifying recoil provided by the amazing flame and explosion immediately acted on Mike, making him frown and almost cry out in pain, while also increasing his speed again by a large margin!

Finally, under Little Barty's twisted and terrified expression, Mike's hand touched the edge of the trophy at the moment when the Triwizard Cup disappeared!

"Puff!"

With the sound of a burst of firecrackers exploding, Mike, Little Barty and the three of them, along with the Triwizard Cup, all disappeared in the maze!

...

After a dizzy spin, the three of them appeared in an open space again.

The spatial transfer of the door key obviously did not eliminate Mike's inertia of charging. Poor Mike fell out again, plowing a deep mark on the ground before stopping.

This time, Mike did not choose to lie down and rest for a while. He quickly got up and took out a bottle of Benjamin's healing potion from the bag of traceless stretching spell and drank it.

The potion took effect quickly. Feeling a heat flow in his body, Mike raised his head and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This should be a cemetery. The ground was overgrown with weeds, and in these tall weeds, Mike also vaguely found some broken tombstones.

Seeing this, Mike couldn't help but feel lucky. If he had hit those tombstones while sliding just now, I'm afraid that his injuries now would not be cured by a bottle of healing potion.

The half-missing moon was still hanging in the sky, pouring its moonlight to the ground below it.

From Mike's perspective, there was a small hill just below the crescent moon, and on the hillside, stood an exquisite old house!

Riddle's old house!

Mike recognized the identity of the old house almost instantly, and his heartbeat accelerated. Although there were some accidents along the way, he finally came to this place!

Voldemort's carefully prepared place for rebirth!

A smile appeared on Mac's face, which looked a little embarrassed because of some dirt.

At the same time, Barty Jr. and Harry, who were still holding the trophy not far away, finally got up from the ground.

As soon as he stood up, Barty Jr. grabbed Harry's neck again, and at the same time he picked up the wand and looked at Mac vigilantly.

"Puff! Puff!"

At this time, a sound of grass being trampled suddenly came over. Mac heard the sound and looked over, and saw a short figure walking towards here with difficulty on the tall grass. In the figure's arms, it seemed that he was holding something.

Although the figure walked with difficulty, the speed was very fast, and soon he came to the three people.

It seemed that he didn't expect to see so many people. When the figure found Mac and others, his body was obviously startled.

Then he was seen holding a large cloth bag in one hand and taking out a wand from his pocket in a panic with the other hand, pointing at Barty Jr. and Mac.

"Idiot! That big guy is Little Batty!"

A strange sharp and hoarse voice came out from the cloth bag that the man was holding, and hearing this voice, Little Batty suddenly became excited.

"Master! I knew you would come back! For so many years I have been waiting for you to lead us back to the top!"

"Oh! Little Barty, my most loyal servant, I am glad that you have never left. Please believe me, after I am reborn..."

Hearing this, Mike smiled.

Little Barty's words "master" have already revealed the identity of the person in the arms of the short and fat figure.

Voldemort!

Fully implementing the strategy of striking first, Mike said nothing nonsense, took back his blackthorn wand, took out Krum's wand and threw a killing curse directly at the short and fat figure.

The short and fat figure obviously did not expect Mike to attack without saying a word, and in panic he also shouted "Avada Kedavra!" and shot a green light to resist Mike's attack.

Under the shining of the pale green light, Mike finally saw the true face of the short and fat figure.

It was Peter Pettigrew, who had long been declared dead by the Ministry of Magic!

In a flash, two spells shining with ominous light collided with each other, shooting out countless green light spots and plasma in the air!

However, Peter's panicked killing curse was obviously not as powerful as Mike's. Almost in an instant, Mike's killing curse went against Peter's killing curse!

Voldemort's scream rang out from Peter's arms again, but the voice was no longer as domineering as when he talked to Little Barty before, but was filled with panic!

"No! Avada Kedavra!"

Another pale green light lit up from Little Barty's wand, but Mike was not panicked at all. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

'Silent and wandless spell-multiple casting-earth spikes! '

As Mike's fingers moved slightly, a stone wall rose up in front of Little Barty and Harry without any warning, and Little Barty's hateful blow actually hit the stone wall directly.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded from the stone wall. The powerful recoil and flying stones all hit Barty and Harry, sending them flying far away.

Mike saw all of this from the corner of his eye. His smile grew even stronger. Barty would definitely not recover from such a big injury, and this short time was enough for him to capture Voldemort alive! Thinking of this

, Mike desperately drove his magic power. A magical aura like substance flashed from him, and then transformed into an ominous green light through the magic wand. In an instant, the green light was strong again! Peter

on the opposite side was almost scared silly when he saw this scene. His eyes kept turning, looking at Voldemort in his arms for a while, and then looking at the killing curse that was about to be blocked, as if he wanted to use Voldemort to block the gun. At

this moment, a hoarse whisper came from Peter's arms again.

That was a language that humans could not understand at all. It was a voice that only existed in the deepest part of human nightmares. Mike could not describe the specific feeling when he heard that voice, but since the voice entered his ears, an uncontrollable fear swept through his consciousness, making his whole body stiff, and the killing curse that was being maintained naturally dissipated. Mike

's body was shaking uncontrollably. He looked at the swaddling clothes in Peter's arms in horror. He really didn't expect that Voldemort still had such power now!

"Kill him!"

The hoarse voice sounded again, but this time it was replaced by a language that humans could understand, and there was a strong sense of fatigue in the tone.

When Peter, who had survived the disaster and was standing in a daze at the moment, heard this voice, he also woke up.

He looked at Mike, who was trembling all over, with a grim smile on his face, and slowly raised his wand!

What will people react when they are in extreme fear?

This is a question that Mike once asked his psychiatrist out of boredom.

I still remember the doctor's answer at that time:

Most people will have numb hands and feet and be unable to move when they are in extreme fear. There are still a small number of people who will make an instinctive judgment and turn around and run. And only a very small number of people will fall into madness and fight with the other party!

And Mike is exactly one of the very few!

"Roar!"

A roar that was not like a human voice came from Mike's throat, and his stiff and trembling arms suddenly moved. A scarlet flame with some black gas in it was thrown out from the magic wand as his arm swung. Before it landed, it turned into a ferocious fire snake and flew towards Peter!

The fire snake swelled in the wind, and the magic flame containing the power of the curse burned everything around it crazily, weeds, rocks, soil and even air. Everything turned into ashes under the scorching heat, and turned into power feedback back to the fire snake itself.

Almost in an instant, the fire snake that was only a few meters long turned into a huge fire python that was more than ten meters long!

The only thing that remained unchanged was the direction it was moving in, which was still Peter and Voldemort!

Mike's body was still trembling, but his expression was extremely ferocious, and his scarlet eyes contained endless madness and anger!

Peter, who was not far away, screamed the moment he saw the python appear, threw the swaddling clothes in his hand, and disappeared in the cemetery with a crackling sound of firecrackers!

He escaped!

Voldemort's terrified and hoarse voice could be vaguely heard in his ears, but at this moment Mike no longer had the intention to capture him alive!

The power displayed by Voldemort was unexpectedly strong. The language that he had never heard of seemed to have a mysterious power that could arouse the deepest fear in his heart.

To be on the safe side, Voldemort could not be left alive!

"Die!"

A strong murderous intent emanated from Mike's body. As if sensing the powerful intention of the master, Krum's wand in Mike's hand suddenly trembled.

This wand was born specifically for fighting. It can be said that fighting and killing are the meaning of its existence!

Moreover, its current master, Mike, was about to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Voldemort!

How could they not be excited!

The World-Destroying Fire Python had already come close to Voldemort. It seemed to have some kind of wisdom. In its raised snake head, the scarlet vertical pupils made of fierce fire were looking at the weak creature in front of it with sarcasm.

Suddenly, it moved.

It slowly lowered its hideous snake head, like a vicious predator playing with its prey, trying to bring the prey in front of it into endless fear.

Mike, who was holding up the magic wand not far away, suddenly frowned.

Using the unfamiliar magic wand made him lose a lot of control over the fierce fire, and the magic python made of fierce fire in front of him was a little out of control.

He stabilized his mind and increased his mental power output again.

A trace of pain appeared in the eyes of the magic python. It looked at its master with ill intentions, and then without hesitation, it opened its bloody mouth and pounced on the prey in front of it!

However, at this moment, an accident occurred.