HP the red-haired savior

Hogwarts.

For this duel, everyone in the British magic world came to watch the battle.

Still on the Quidditch pitch.

It's just that the two sides of the duel have changed.

This time Hisoka was still wearing a very Slytherin-style robe, and inside was still the usual clown outfit.Stars and teardrops are painted on her face, and her smile is so sweet that it makes people intoxicated.

But Harry was different.

So serious and firm, as if he had made up his mind, without any anxiety.

Hisoka looked at Harry with firm eyes, and a sadistic desire to destroy spontaneously arose in his heart.

After saluting each other, Hisoka twirled the wand in his hand and issued an "eye sickness spell".He cast the spell very fast, and the movements of his hands were flexible and swift. Along with the gesture of the spell, spells such as "blazing fire", "soft foot curse" and so on came out.

Although Harry didn't expect Hisoka to use such a violent attack at the beginning, it could be seen that he was a little surprised, but he responded calmly.

While protecting himself with "Curse Stopping" and "Armor Protection", Harry's body reacted very quickly, dodging the curse that Hisoka threw towards him.

Hisoka couldn't control himself now.

Maybe it was because the things he was about to do made him feel complicated and delicate, which made him emotionally unstable—or, in other words, because the things he was about to do made him feel excited, so he was no longer satisfied with using magic.

Who knows.

He was looking forward to going back to the original place, but the little bit of reluctance for Voldigo was probably only "slightly".

Magicians are most accustomed to fighting with playing cards.

What a righteous and resolute look in his eyes... really~good~baby~what ah~

Since it is the last carnival, there should be a grand curtain call, right?

Thinking of this, Hisoka lifted off the robe on his body and threw it aside, revealing the original appearance of the magician.

Star tears makeup; clown costume; red hair and golden eyes.

Magician Hisoka.

flap--

The sound of something passing through the air, bringing great drafts.

Harry subconsciously used an armor to protect himself, but because of instinctive vigilance, he fell to the ground and avoided the playing card.

At this moment, Hisoka seemed to be a completely different person.

The more dangerous aura than before made Harry almost unable to move.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho~"

The rising ending is sexy and charming, and the person walking towards him step by step is his younger brother.

Really... is it his brother?

Harry was suddenly dazed.

But now is not the time to think about these things. Thinking of that person, Harry gritted his teeth violently, standing up amid Hisoka's unbelievably strong aura.

"Disarm you—"

Gripping his wand tightly, he shouted the spell.

Surprisingly, the opponent did not dodge.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements, and walked towards him casually, as if he hadn't cast the spell at all.

Then, Hisoka's wand fell from his hand and flew aside.

The audience in the stands naturally also saw this scene, and there was a burst of uproar.

"Nice job, Harry!" Ron waved his fist excitedly, "Ah, so Harry won, right?"

"Don't you find it strange, Ron?" Hermione frowned, "Charlie—I mean Hisoka (this is what the Death Eaters were called, and the wizarding world gradually used this name to refer to the original savior who betrayed them) ), why did he do nothing and let Harry hand over his wand?"

"Perhaps his conscience found out?" Ron laughed. "In any case, with the wands all removed, it should be considered Harry's win..."

The.

Before Ron could finish his sentence, the great changes on the field made him speechless.

I don't know what Hisoka did, but Harry did come to Hisoka suddenly - as if being forcibly pulled by something.

"What a good boy~"

Sighing, Harry saw the smile on Hisoka's face becoming more...creepy.

He couldn't move.

This time it wasn't because of the aura or anything, but something weirder, as if the limbs were all entangled.

Can't move.

Can't move at all.

"It might be interesting to grow up," the other party stared at him with bright golden eyes, "It's a pity."

Harry inevitably looked at him, and a chill slowly crept up his spine.

"I'm getting impatient."

"For this world."

He... what is he talking about...

Harry stared blankly at Hisoka.

What do you mean, impatient with the world?

Harry felt the anger in himself.

Just by telling others, you can feel how hard the mother worked to keep them alive.

Fighting with their lives so they didn't die in Voldemort's Avada Kedavra.

How is it now?

Does the younger brother not only follow Voldemort, but also doesn't care about his own life?

I failed my mother's efforts.

Harry's eyes were stained with anger.

Those emerald green eyes, which are clearer than cold emeralds, are now like jumping and burning flames.

Hisoka eyed Harry with interest.

Harry moved.

First, the slightly moving fingers.

And then the wrist, the arm.

In the end, he seemed to break free from the entanglement of a spider's web, and he was free.

I can move freely.

Hisoka was a little surprised.

So easily broke free from the stretching love?But the opponent still feels weak to him.

Obviously a weak person, how could it be possible to break free from the flexible love?

"Stupid-"

The first thing Harry did after he was free was to cast a stun spell on Hisoka, which was not a particularly powerful spell.

At this time, Hisoka didn't understand him, could it be a spell that doesn't know how to attack?

No, why would he want this?

None of this has anything to do with him, does it?

He is not the kind of person who is particularly curious.

Just kill Harry Potter, and then send Voldemort to... Well, it seems to be meeting Merlin according to what is said here?

In short, it is enough to end this world and go back.

Hisoka didn't think Harry's spell would break his strength, so he couldn't avoid Harry's spell at all.

At such a close distance, there is no point in flying playing cards.

"Uh……"

Harry, who was hit in the chest in a circle, took several steps back and fell to the ground. The force even made him feel like his bones were being smashed.

Hisoka looked down at him.

"I want to keep the poker cards in my heart~"

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"God...cough cough...Shenfeng Wuying——"

Harry felt a great sense of dread.

If you don't resist, you will be killed, right?Really will be killed.

He didn't know if Shenfeng Wuying was useful, but he just used it subconsciously.

Deep down in Harry's heart, he trusted the professor.

Hisoka, who was under such a spell, changed his expression for the first time today.

It's like the excitement of "one more" when scratching a prize, the spell actually broke his strength—no, it should be said that it got in and hit his body.

Hisoka could feel bleeding from his abdomen, not a lot, but...

"Sure enough, it will be very interesting if you grow up." He looked at Harry with a smile, "It's such an excellent little fruit~ It's a pity."

It must be said again what a pity.

Because he didn't want to wait any longer.

The poker flying in the air pulled out thin and dense lines of blood.

Harry put his hand to his throat, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood.

"ended."

Harry heard Hisoka's voice, low voice, calm tone.

It didn't sound like Hisoka's normal.

The world in front of him gradually darkened, and the boundless darkness surged up, dragging him into the abyss.

thump--

Harry's body collapsed completely.

There was a smile on Hisoka's mouth, and a little blood was still overflowing from his abdomen.

"Goodbye, my dear Voldeko~"

A playing card flew from the young man's pale and slender fingers, and inserted into the heart of the Dark Lord, who was smiling proudly as he rejoiced at the victory.

With such a fast speed, there was no time to dodge.

Voldemort stroked his heart, his expression blank for a moment.

The world around him was shattered bit by bit, Hisoka looked at Voldemort's expression, and suddenly felt the desire to hug him.

But it was too late.

There is no need for that anymore.

Rarely, Hisoka felt a little sad.