Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

But his eyes peered through the cloak at the figure writhing in the graveyard.

That was their best friend.

At that moment, Hermione also felt something stuck in her throat, but she still forced herself to speak:

"I just hope that the reinforcements Brother Cheng Xiao has prepared are strong enough to fight against the resurrected Voldemort and these Death Eaters."

Ron said, looking lost and dejected:
"But does such a thing really exist?"

The two quieted down and stopped thinking about the issue.

But they were all prepared for one thing.

If Voldemort really wanted to kill Harry, then they would definitely rush out.

Even if we die together.

They didn't want to see their friend die right in front of them, and they remained indifferent.

Compared to the fear of death, they are more afraid of their own indifference.
At this moment, compared to the silence of Ron and Hermione,

Voldemort went completely insane.

After all, there's nothing more enjoyable than watching a former enemy writhe on the ground.

When Voldemort put away the Cruciatus Curse.

Harry stopped struggling and pressed his body against the ground, breathing heavily.

Seeing Harry lying on the ground in a disheveled state, Voldemort spoke again.

This time, however, the voice had an unusual gentleness, as if it were not his enemy but a family member.

"You're great, Harry."

“I think your parents must be very proud of you, because even their friends couldn’t withstand the torture of the Crucifixion and begged me for mercy.”

"And you, you didn't say a word, and you even seemed fine."

"This is enough to demonstrate your mental fortitude, which is the foundation of a powerful mage."

"As expected of the one who can defeat me in the name of destiny, come on, stand up."

I believe you can do it!

After Voldemort finished speaking, he stared intently at Harry.

With his nose and tears covered in snot, Harry actually managed to prop himself up on the ground again with trembling hands, first his upper body, then one leg.

Then he stood up completely.

Although Harry was trembling all over, it was an involuntary spasm caused by intense muscle pain.

But he did it in the end.

Even Lucius and the others behind him were surprised at this moment.

A person who had just been subjected to the Crucible Curse regained consciousness and was even able to control his body to stand up.

This is undoubtedly a miracle.

But when you think that this person is the miracle itself, everything seems so natural.

And when I saw this scene
Voldemort's face revealed a knowing look, and he said with a sincere expression:

“You know, Harry, I’ve always admired your father.”

"But only your father."

"Because in my eyes, your mother is a filthy mud-blood!"

"It's the kind of thing that should never exist in this world!"

"She actually..."

Perhaps it was those words that provoked Harry.

With his eyes only half open, he swung his wand at Voldemort.

"Shut up! Don't you dare talk about my mother!"

"Except your weapons!"

A beam of red magical light condensed and shot out instantly.

But Harry's magic was in front of Voldemort; he simply waved his wand, and the magic vanished without a trace.

This person was even very satisfied.

“Very good, Harry.”

"That's it."

"Don't worry, I'm not just going to kill you, I'm going to destroy you!"

"After tonight, no one will ever question my power again."

"After tonight, when anyone talks about you, all they'll remember is how you begged me to kill you."

“But out of mercy, I granted your wish.”

"After tonight, all the wizards of England will know that I, Voldemort, have returned!"

"So, Harry Potter, open your eyes and look at me, and continue!"

"Come on, keep attacking me!"

"Let me tell you the difference between us!"

Harry looked up, opened his stinging eyelids, and then leaned against the statue of Death.

Only in this way can he stand firm and avoid falling.

"Burning flames!"

A burst of flames flew out from in front of Voldemort and landed at Harry's feet.

Harry turned and hid behind the statue of Death.

Upon seeing this, Voldemort burst into laughter again.

"Come on, Harry, you've definitely never seen this kind of magic before!"

"The blade is drawn!"

A phantom blade appeared out of thin air, swung out, and sliced ​​off the upper half of the Grim Reaper sculpture.

The broken edges of the stone statue are smooth and even.

Seeing the other party's disheveled appearance, Voldemort laughed and shouted:

"Don't turn your back on me, Harry Potter."

"I want you to see clearly how I killed you!"

"I want to watch you face death, bit by bit!"

“Come out… Harry…”

"If you don't even have the courage to face me, then you have no chance at all."

With his back against the sculpture, Harry felt as if his brain had been stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't think of anything at that moment.

A jumble of complex thoughts swirled in his mind.

Physical pain!

A surge of sadness!
Helplessness in a desperate situation!

There's also the worry about my own life!
But in any case, Voldemort was right.

It would be truly pathetic if one didn't even have the courage to face it.

The problem is that he's too weak right now...

For the first time, he hated himself for not paying attention in class like Hermione, and hated his own weakness and insignificance.

Harry clenched his fists, forcefully suppressing the frantic beating of his heart as he slowly walked out.

In the dimly lit cemetery, fifteen-year-old Harry looked up.

This was also the first time he had seriously examined his destined enemy from the opposite side.

Voldemort felt the same way, and he nodded in satisfaction.

A chilling smile reappeared on his pale face.

Harry, taking a deep breath, raised his hand, and Voldemort, equally excited, began his attack.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Harry shouted, and a green beam shot from the tip of his wand.

The same applies to Voldemort.

They are all the same magic, but they shine with different brilliance in the hands of different people.

The two beams of light collided in mid-air and remained locked in a stalemate.

As time went on, the beams of light in the sky became increasingly dazzling.

Even so, Voldemort still managed to block the people behind him with one hand.

"Don't move, just watch."

"I'm going to kill Harry Potter with my own hands!"

After Voldemort finished speaking, his magical beam began to press forward.

After all, in terms of pure magical control, the two are simply not on the same level.

Just when Harry was about to fail, the anomaly occurred.

At the point where the two beams of light met, magical energy began to twist, rise, and then float upwards.

These dissipated magical particles eventually formed a distorted, multicolored light curtain that enveloped the cemetery.

It wasn't just Harry and Voldemort. Even the Death Eaters watching instinctively took a step back.

Everyone looked up.

Hidden within the cloak of invisibility.

Ron covered his mouth in surprise and asked, "What, what is this?"

Hermione's expression was serious, and she lowered her voice:

"Although this is the first time I've ever seen this, if I'm not mistaken, this should be an extremely rare spell flashback phenomenon in magical combat."

Ron was dumbfounded: "What?! Flashback?! What is this? I've never heard of it before?"

Hermione explained with a serious expression:

"This kind of spell phenomenon can only be triggered by two wands of the same material and core, and it is extremely rare."

Once triggered, it will reproduce the effects of all spells previously cast by the wand in reverse order.

Then it is visualized as light and shadow.

It is a magical residue left on the target, also known as rewind.

After Hermione finished speaking, she realized something.

Seeing Ron's still confused expression, he sighed and said, "Simply put, it means that people who were killed by these two wands will appear."

"There's definitely none for Harry, but there is for Voldemort... Look, this is it..."

Hermione hadn't finished speaking.

In the center of the cemetery, white light spots suddenly erupted from the confluence of a mysterious light curtain.

After these hundreds and thousands of points of light shot out, they began to wander around Voldemort and Harry.

However, in the end, all those countless points of light dissipated and disappeared, with only the last two lingering around Harry for a long time.

And when everyone noticed.

The two points of light successfully materialized into human figures.

Upon seeing this, Voldemort's smug expression suddenly changed, and the magical beam that was about to press down on Harry began to retreat.

Even the Death Eaters behind them were terrified.

At that moment, as Harry saw clearly, tears instantly streamed down his face.

At this moment, Harry finally understood the question that Brother Cheng Xiao had asked earlier.

I also know why he wanted his own answer.

Because these two figures were exactly the same as those that had appeared in the Mirror of Eris, they were his father and mother.

Voldemort, having regained his footing, also understood something.

The Dark Lord spoke with a sinister expression:
“James Potter, Lily Evans!”

"It's been a long time. I almost forgot that you two are the last two people my wand has killed so far."

Voldemort's deep, hoarse voice came from behind his wand.

The two illusory figures looked around, but they didn't look at the murderer who killed them.

From the moment they appeared, they only had eyes for one person.

That was the young man with a scar on his forehead.

They knew this was their child, Harry Potter!

He was a baby last time, but now he's all grown up.

And it seems like he's doing quite well.

But now...

James, whose body was ethereal, walked up to Harry:
“Listen, child.”

"You are no match for Voldemort right now, but we will stop them in a moment."

Lily on the other side looked anxious:

"Child, let go."

"You've done a great job!"

"Also, eat a little more each time, you're too thin."

The last sentence was spoken with a tremor.

Lily, the mother, covered her mouth with one hand.

She really didn't know what to say in that short time.

He saw Harry's perseverance, and he saw his battered and bruised body.

I also saw that face covered in snot and tears.

Just as she said, fifteen-year-old Harry was too thin.

Upon hearing this, Harry's expression became even more ferocious. He gritted his teeth and gripped his wand tightly with both hands, still trying his best to persevere.

Seeing this loving scene on the other side, Voldemort's expression became even more mocking.

As the opponent's magic power increased, the oppressive feeling of the magic beam also grew stronger.

Harry was eventually sent flying backwards.

Fortunately, a force held him back in mid-air.

"Hurry up, child, go as far away as you can!"

As this voice sounded.

Harry stood up and rushed toward the Goblet of Fire to the side.

Voldemort and all the Death Eaters who witnessed this scene in the light had their expressions drastically changed.

But just as I just said, they were stopped from moving at that moment.

And when all the strange phenomena disappeared.

Just when Voldemort and the Death Eaters thought Harry had escaped using the Portkey.

That's when I discovered it.

In the dim light, Harry simply stood beside the Goblet of Fire.

I didn't touch it, so it didn't disappear.

The fate of those who were following the predetermined path changed course here!
Voldemort was taken aback when he saw this, but then he understood and burst into laughter.

He shouted angrily:

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

"Harry Potter, what do you want to do?"

“Lily was right when she told James, you are no match for me right now.”

"Staying here will only mean waiting to die."

So what gives you the courage to stand here?

"What courage do you have to face me?"

"why?
Why didn't you run away!

Tell me, Harry!

"After what just happened, why aren't you afraid?"

Why don't you run away?

"You could have returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry simply by touching the Goblet of Fire, so why are you still here?"

At this moment, Voldemort angrily questioned the other party.

He felt slighted and wouldn't allow anyone to insult him like that!

Harry took a deep breath, his expression serious.

He opened his mouth and said:
“There are many reasons, including Brother Cheng Xiao, Senior Cedric, Professor Lupin, and Godfather Black.”

“They’re all here, so I’m not leaving.”

"If I leave, I think I'll spend the rest of my life in regret."

"Just like you said, I will be afraid, I will run away, and I will not have the courage to stand in front of you again in the future!"

Voldemort's smile vanished.

The newly resurrected Dark Lord straightened up and had to admit:

“You’re right, Harry, but there’s one thing I want to teach you on behalf of your parents.”

"That means it's only possible if you're alive."

"And do you think you can survive?"

The dark cemetery was extremely quiet.

The strange phenomenon just now cleared away most of the noise here.

Even the crows were frightened and kept their distance.

For example, right now, all that's left is Voldemort's unrestrained laughter.

Harry's fingers, gripping his wand so tightly they turned white, pointed the tip directly at Voldemort.

The deathly silence of the cemetery was torn apart by the night wind, and withered leaves tumbled softly among the rubble.

"That's why I'm standing here!"

Harry's voice pierced the darkness:
"Because someone taught me—some battles cannot be avoided!" (End of Chapter)