Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 309 Harry Potter

“The daughter of the Evans family will never make a deal with scum!

no way! "

Petunia's roar echoed in the specially constructed church.

All the laughter stopped suddenly at this moment, and the mocking expressions of the Death Eaters seemed to be frozen and solidified on their faces.

Dudley, who was huddled in the corner, suddenly let out a scream as sharp as a slaughtered pig.

Then the fat Dudley was really like a wild boar, with his head buried in tears and he charged in the direction of his mother.

The Death Eaters were so close to Dudley that they were caught off guard. They could only retreat in confusion or pull out their wands at a loss.

But he didn't dare to do it because he was afraid of accidental injury. Dudley knocked away a person, threw himself on the ground, and grabbed the wand that had been thrown casually on the ground by the Death Eaters, as if he had used Harry's head as a target for practice. Like when you throw a baseball.

The holly wand flew past in a whirl, as if practicing in a dueling club.

Harry always had to grab the wand he had disarmed. He instinctively jumped up and picked up the wand.

What Zhang Xiao once said seemed to ring in my ears again:

"The vast majority of wizards are still at the stage of seeing with their eyes. If faced with many enemies, running away is always the best choice.

My suggestion is to find a way to block your vision, such as - [Smoke], which can at least help you get a short rest. "

In this flash of lightning, Harry felt that everything around him seemed to slow down. He saw the Death Eaters spitting droplets and cursing.

He saw Dudley holding his head and letting the furious Death Eater point his wand at him.

He even saw Voldemort standing there without any intention of moving, just looking at him with his scarlet eyes.

Why doesn't he move?

Harry didn't know, but he felt a sense of joy in his heart. Thank God, Voldemort didn't do anything.

Harry, who had no time to think about it, swung his arm like a whip, and his wand slid through the air with a whining sound.

"[Fumos]!"

Harry shouted, and thick gray-white smoke poured out from the wand. For just a short moment, the entire church seemed to have returned to the foggy city of 1800.

The fog was so thick that it was impossible to see what was on the other side even from a few feet away.

After landing, Harry pulled Petunia, who was still stunned, bent down and ran towards Dudley's position in his memory.

It turned out that this approach was correct, because not long after the two people bent down, there were magic spells flying around above their heads, and Death Eaters waved their wands and shouted to sweep away the whirlwind.

The strong wind stirred up the mist, making everything inside even more blurry.

Then some Death Eaters began to laugh and said: "Goyle, this is a smoke screen curse. It cannot be blown away by strong winds. The curse must be broken!"

"Removing the curse?"

"What are you looking at? I don't know how to do it. Curse Stop is useless against celestial magic. Who knows why that cunning scar-headed boy Potter uses such a biased spell."

This is thanks to Zhang, Cedric, and Hermione. The three of them have developed a set of practical guidelines, but they are only guidelines and have not been used in actual combat.

Perhaps because of the tense relationship, Harry actually had time to think about other things.

While there was chaos in the arena, there was calm around Voldemort.

It was like there was an invisible glass cover around it, and the mist separated from both sides.

Bella slowly came over and asked in a low voice:

"Master. Master, if you don't want to do anything, I can-"

Voldemort actually turned around and came to his previous armchair and sat down, followed by Bella.

"Bella! Potter is mine - but before I kill him, I have a very interesting idea."

Voldemort looked at the yelling Death Eaters who randomly cast spells (and a spell flew past him), and curled his lips in disdain:

"It seems that ten years have passed and they have forgotten how to fight. I really hope their skills in torturing Muggles have not deteriorated yet."

Harry's breathing was rapid, he pinched his wand, turned back to Petunia and whispered:

"Let's go!"

Petunia shook her head. She never expected that Dudley and Harry could cooperate.

Although Aunt Petunia said nothing, Harry understood what she meant.

Dudley was still here and she wouldn't leave. Harry noticed that Petunia still held the gleaming dagger in her hand.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he pushed Penny:

"You go hide behind the bench by the door, and I'll save Dudley!"

After saying that, he resolutely bowed his back and ran in the direction of Dudley in his memory.

The Death Eaters' black hoods were relatively conspicuous in the mist, not to mention that they all stood there holding their wands and swaggering around, showing no signs of vigilance.

Although it was only his first actual combat, Harry was surprised to find that he was not nervous at all. It felt like he was riding a broomstick for the first time.

So smooth, even with a little, indescribable excitement.

As he moved forward, a Death Eater looking around spotted him, and immediately burst into laughter of rude surprise, but Harry's movements were several points faster than his.

【Fainted to the ground! 】

The crimson curse hit the Death Eater, and even his smile still remained on his face, but half of it had turned into horror.

Perhaps I didn't expect that a third grade wizard could have such a sense of fighting.

After two and a half years of training in the Duel Club, everyone recognized Zhang Xiao as the strongest. Whether in actual combat or theory, Zhang Xiao's performance was extremely dazzling.

But the second most powerful player in the club is not Cedric, or it is not just Cedric.

What everyone didn't expect was that Harry's talent in combat was not much worse than his talent in Quidditch. He was just like a natural Auror!

Maybe people who are good at Quidditch have the same qualities as fighting, such as a big heart, quick eyes, and quick hands.

Harry calmly used his wand to deflect the stun spell fired by one Death Eater, and even thought about finding a good angle to bounce the spell onto another Death Eater.

Seeing another Death Eater being knocked to the ground by him, Harry even took a step back and said, "McMini, is your name MacMini?"

It is said that he eliminates dangerous magical animals for the Ministry of Magic, but he doesn't seem very strong.

It's far worse than when he was fighting Zhang.

Zhang's sparring is not just a silly practice of casting magic spells face to face. Of course, this happens, but more often Zhang will simulate various situations, such as encounters, sneak attacks and counter-sneak attacks, dodges, and melees.

By the way, the most interesting thing was the melee. Harry pursed his lips and suddenly swooped sideways, dodging another silent curse shot from behind. As he was sliding on the ground, he shot back another curse with his backhand.

Every time Zhang Xiao fought in a melee, he would find a large room, place obstacles in a messy manner, and only give him less than 10 seconds of observation time. Then he would release the smoke screen spell, just like what he had just done.

Everyone is scattered among them, and the person standing at the end is the winner.

Harry's kick may have been too strong, or the church's floor was too slippery. He suddenly found a shocked Death Eater appearing in front of him.

It seemed that he was frightened by the sudden movement of himself from the ground. There was a person standing next to him. He was tall and bulky. He looked like a half-troll, even with a loose Death Eater cloak. Their bodies cannot be covered.

Crabbe or Goyle? He was the father of Malfoy's former pair of lackeys.

Harry felt as if his thoughts were divided into two parts. He watched his wrist flick and shouted angrily, "Everyone is petrified!"

The fat Death Eater immediately seemed to turn into a stone statue and fell straight back, but the Death Eater in front of him looked more elite. Although he was surprised, he still pulled out his wand and pointed it at him.

Harry lay on the ground, raised his foot and kicked the Death Eater's leg hard.

Zhang's faint words came to mind again: "Harry, when it's close to the body, the wand may not be as easy to use as the body. There are a few common hitting points that you need to practice more.

What if it is used? "

Yes, Harry watched the Death Eater stagger, kneeling forward with both knees, with both hands on the ground, the thumb of his right fist was clasped on the index nail, the second joint of the index finger protruded forward, and the thumb and index finger were clasped together. It is shaped like a phoenix eye and is pinched in a strange fist-clenching posture.

He stepped heavily on the ground with his left foot, his emerald green eyes just stared at the place where he was going to strike, he stepped up, twisted his hips, united his waist and horse, and punched!

What if it comes into use! ! ! !

The hard second joint of his index finger hit the Death Eater's Adam's apple hard, with a crisp click, and Harry could even feel as if his fist had broken something.

He then saw the Death Eater's eyes bulging outwards, dropped his wand, and clutched his throat like a drowning man, making a 'gurgling' sound.

Then he fell limply to the ground and twitched.

Harry's face couldn't help but tremble, and he retracted his fist in disbelief. Is it so powerful?

This is the first time I hit someone with my fist!

As luck would have it, Harry saw a fat figure lying on the ground behind the Death Eater. He ran over quickly, and it turned out to be Dudley!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang helped him again. He used his own personal experience in the first grade to tell Harry what to do in this situation!

That is - 'Wingardim Leviosa! ’

Before Dudley's body could float completely, Harry grabbed his collar and ran back as hard as he could.

From the sudden attack to the defeat to the rescue of Dudley, it was all done in one go. Less than a minute even passed.

But at this moment, Voldemort's cold and harsh voice suddenly sounded in the auditorium:

"It's game time."

A fierce light seemed to shine in the thick fog. In just a moment, the originally dense fog disappeared. Harry dragged Dudley and ran as fast as he could without even daring to look back.

It's just that the wand kept shaking the Iron Armor Curse behind him. Under the crackling spell, the Iron Armor Curse was as fragile as an egg.

Harry held down Dudley and threw himself on the bench where Aunt Petunia was hiding. Only then did he gasp for breath and stick to the bench, finally recovering from the tense and exciting battle just now. God.

But his heart became colder and colder.

Because Harry knew that he was dead!

Voldemort stood up and waved his wand gently as if to ward off flies. As Petunia screamed, the bench they relied on turned into black ash and disappeared into the air.

The Death Eaters lowered their heads and bent their bodies in silence, not daring to look at their master.

"Friends, I am very disappointed." Voldemort walked forward barefoot, his scarlet eyes staring at Rookwood, who was lying on the ground and was obviously dying, and the disdain on his face became more and more obvious.

He completely ignored the fact that his loyal subordinate had been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years and was already unfamiliar with magic.

But he still waved the wand, and as if a miracle happened, Rookwood took a long breath, and then coughed violently. He struggled to get up, cried bitterly, and knelt down at Voldemort's feet:

"Thank you, thank you, my master."

Voldemort ignored him and continued walking forward:

"Friends, look at your extremely poor performance. Look, you were knocked down by a third-grade wizard, one, two, and four! You were actually knocked down by four!"

Voldemort shook his head. Behind him was Bella, who looked equally dissatisfied.

"I can't help but wonder, is this still our invincible Death Eater who brings fear to the world?"

Harry swallowed hard, it was different, completely different, his scar was burning, and a voice in his heart was screaming desperately, telling himself to run away quickly, otherwise he might die at any time.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at him, and Harry suddenly let out a low scream and covered his forehead, feeling the pain and wanting to pry his head open.

He just felt like he had a different perspective, standing not far away and 'looking' at himself, the murderous intention in his heart was boiling and roaring, and it seemed that every part of his body was howling:

'Kill him, kill him, kill him! '

Harry's body was trembling. It was an uncontrollable trembling. I felt it, it was Voldemort's murderous intention! He is restraining himself, he is suppressing the desire to kill me.

Do something, Harry, damn it, do something, or you're going to die and never see your friends again, and Petunia and Dudley are going to die here too!

Harry pressed his trembling knees with trembling hands, forced himself to ignore the pain of the scar, and slowly raised his head.

But he found that Voldemort was not looking at him, but raised his head and looked into the illusory sky.

Then he let out a harsh laugh:

"Deng-bu-li-duo!"

Voldemort turned around and said softly in an understatement, but everyone could feel the danger:

"Death Eaters, please be optimistic about our Mr. Potter and his two bastard Muggle relatives. Don't let me down!"

Then with a maniacal laugh, he turned into a column of black smoke, smashed through the glass, and flew into the sky:

"Dumbledore!"

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