I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 319 To deal with Voldemort is simply a bad mouth
As a dueling master, Voldemort certainly wouldn't be fooled by Harry's tricks. His Iron Armor Charm was extremely strong, and the Disarming Curse only made the Iron Armor Curse flash twice.

And Harry, who has experienced the devastation of the mirror world, is far from the weak chicken version of Harry in the original book who was beaten up by Voldemort and has no power to fight back. It's not that I haven't considered black magic, but considering my own situation and magic proficiency, I still chose the best disarm spell.

The smoothest is the best, he still remembered Louis' teaching.

Voldemort's cruel red eyes shone with bloodthirsty light. He was very satisfied with Harry's fighting power, and while pulling away Harry's spell with his wand, he bared his teeth and roared excitedly: "Yes, that's it, that's it! This way! Only then will you be worthy of a title similar to mine, The Boy Who Lived!"

Compared to torturing a weak chicken with no power to restrain it, he looked forward to subduing this resistant Harry.

The more Harry resisted, the more excited Voldemort became. As the Dark Lord, he would of course hope that his opponent would be stronger. There is no glory at all in slaughtering a weak chicken who has no resistance—after all, he is a Slytherin, or Very extreme kind.

"But you are very rude, Harry, I remember bowing before a duel!" Voldemort's eyes turned cold, and he swung his wand to force Harry to bow.

Harry cast an Iron Armor Curse instantly, and another Disarming Curse went out.Voldemort flicked the spell with sharp eyes, and the Disarming Curse flew out. This time, he was unlucky and hit Crabbe, who was watching on the sidelines. Crabbe flew out screaming, and landed heavily on the tombstone. On the ground, he curled up without making a sound.

It must have been excruciatingly painful.

"The power of the curse is good, but are you limited to this!" Voldemort roared loudly, reaching out his hand to stop the Death Eaters who surrounded him and wanted to help: "Stand back, everyone, he belongs to me, step back! "

Hearing Voldemort's words, the Death Eaters retreated unwillingly, and even those twisted monsters stopped around, watching the battle between Harry and the Death Eaters.

"It's my turn now, Harry, surrender in front of me!" Voldemort laughed strangely: "Imperio! (Out of body)"

All of a sudden, Harry felt as if there was no thought in his head. This was the first time in his life that he felt this way. He was so happy, he didn't need to think, he seemed to be floating, dreaming...

"Submit, Harry, you can't fight him... Speak... it's your destiny..." There seemed to be a seductive voice in his head bewitching him.

But there was another voice in his mind, much more powerful than the one just now.

"Tell him, 'fuck you'!"

"Submit... this is your destiny..."

"Fuck you..."

"Submit... this is your destiny..."

"Fuck you!" The words burst from Harry's mouth and echoed over the graveyard, not counting the toast.The dream state suddenly disappeared, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head-the pain from the Cruciatus Curse had returned all over his body-and he realized where he was and what was in front of him again.

Voldemort's complexion changed. After he became famous, he gained fear and respect wherever he went, but today, for the first time, he was scolded, and the scolding was so straightforward and ugly.

The most unacceptable thing for him was that the one who scolded him was still such a yellow-mouthed kid, and the Death Eaters stopped laughing. No matter what, they would not laugh at such a person who could break free from the Imperius Curse personally cast by the Dark Lord. boy.

"You won't give in? Harry, it's fine if you don't want to give in, but you're still being rude...I'm going to teach you the virtue of obedience before you die, maybe a little more pain?" Voldemort's expression was gloomy, as if he wanted to Swallow Harry completely.

"You will die with remorse and humiliation just like your incompetent father and that mudblood mother!" Voldemort yelled grimly.

"At least my father isn't a Muggle who doesn't even know magic!" Harry fought back loudly. As the main force who often fights with Slytherin, Harry certainly knows what it means to have an extreme mouth smell and simply enjoy it.

Voldemort's face changed when he heard this sentence, he never expected that Harry would have the leisure to smear himself.

But Harry's bad mouth didn't stop there.

"You say my mother is a Mudblood, but at least my mother is a wizard, and your father is nothing but a Muggle!" Harry continued to frantically die.

Voldemort was furious, his face was livid, and his defenses had been completely broken. The Death Eaters around him all lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye. They didn't dare to say a word, and didn't dare to look at them, for fear that Voldemort would take revenge on them.

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared, and with the agility he had honed in Quidditch matches and mirror worlds, he rolled aside, rolled behind the marble tombstone, and spelled Empty, but he heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.

"We're not playing hide-and-seek, Harry, and I don't have time to argue with you," said Voldemort coldly. The cold voice was approaching, and the Death Eaters stood motionless. "You can't hide from me. Does that mean you're tired of our duel? Do you want me to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry... come out to the duel...quickly...without pain....I I don't know... After all, I have never tasted death..."

Harry curled up behind the tombstone, knowing that everything was over, and Louis's delay in coming might mean that he hadn't found out what was wrong with the Goblet of Fire until now.He felt overwhelmed, anyway, he wouldn't be able to get out today anyway, so what if these dozens of catties were thrown away?People are dead and birds are up to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. First, enjoy the simple mouth smell to the extreme, and then talk about other things, so he leaned behind the tombstone, with the spirit of "Little Japanese Captain Yamazaki, listen up": "First of all, we don't Familiar, Tom, don’t just call me Harry, I’ll think you have some special quirks... Secondly, you’re lying all over the place, saying that the dog that bounced off my mother’s curse wasn’t you?”

Harry's state of mind is very calm now, no matter what, Voldemort will not let him go, the bad mouth is over, what if Voldemort gets angry?Isn't that also a contribution to the anti-volt cause?
"Just use your tongue, Harry." Voldemort's face was ghastly, and he threw a spell and shot it at the tombstone.

The tombstone exploded, and Harry seized the opportunity to cast an Eye Sickness Curse at Voldemort.

Harry's little trick is not worth laughing at, Voldemort sneered and pushed the spell away, but he didn't want Harry to say a strange spell.

"MindBlast! (Mind Blast)"

Voldemort froze for a moment as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.But even this moment of stupefaction was enough, and Harry threw out a sniper weapon, and continued running to the next tombstone without looking back.

After all, it was the battle-tested old devil. Voldemort only regained consciousness after a momentary loss of consciousness. By the time he removed the disarming spell, Harry had already hidden behind another tombstone.

"Hide your head and show your tail! Just like your father!" Voldemort smiled cruelly. There were too many tombstones, and he couldn't tell where Harry was hiding, so he began to attack Harry mentally: "But what's the matter?" What's the use, I finally broke through the hole and caught the mouse James Potter, and you are about to follow in his footsteps!"

Harry panted, he looked up at the sky, the dark swirling clouds above really made him a little depressed, he continued to shout in order to cheer himself up: "It's better than sticking to the back of someone else's head, What are you, Tom? Are you a facehugger? Or a hermit crab?"

It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak, as soon as he speaks, he reveals his position. Voldemort quickly locked on to him. With a flick of his wand, a spell flew out, but hit a ripple.

"He's a hermit crab, Harry."

A familiar voice sounded, and Harry was pleasantly surprised, and he blurted out: "Louis..."

"Aha, I kept you waiting, leave it to us." Louis' figure came out from the void, and Sirius and Snape were with him.

Seeing Snape's figure, Voldemort narrowed his scarlet pupils and hissed, "Severus...ha, it seems you really betrayed me?"

Snape said nothing, but raised his wand.

"Is it because of a woman? Severus? I feel really sad for you..." Seeing that Snape was silent, Voldemort continued to provoke him: "You know, when I killed that woman named Lily , how helpless she looks in her eyes..."

He was answered with a green lighted Avada Kedavra.

It seemed that Snape was really angry.

"Professor is handsome!" Louis cheered, then looked back at Harry and the others and said, "Get ready, I'll send you back right away..."

As he spoke, he began to shake the spell with his left hand, and used the Transfiguration spell to turn the surrounding tombstones into stone figures to deal with the group of Death Eaters. Snape sent back, and Harry and Sirius were sent away.

It turned out that there was not enough furnace ash in hand.

"It's not the first time we've met, Tom." Louis didn't panic, but started to greet Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at him coldly, and the Death Eaters around him were all entangled by stone men, and they couldn't do anything, even the twisted servants were the same.He has heard the name of the kid in front of him a long time ago. He has heard that he is the successor of the next generation of Dumbledore. Some people say that he is more terrifying than Dumbledore, and some people say that he is actually the successor of Grindelwald. people.

But no matter what, the person in front of him cannot be underestimated.

"Louis, nice to meet you." Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes, and for the first time did not move, "This should be our first official meeting..."

"Indeed, you were still glued to the back of Quirrell's head last time." Louis began to recall the past years: "I still remember when Draco said that I could cast the Iron Armor Curse, and you asked me to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom The day of the special training, that poor werewolf... alas (ah)..."

As he spoke, Louis squeezed out the sadness of the crocodile.

Voldemort wasn't angry, even though Louis had poked his lung tube.

"Can I call you Tom?" Louis pinched the gadget in his pocket, looked at Voldemort and said casually.

Voldemort smiled noncommittally, looked at Louis and said, "Actually, I also regret that I didn't kill you back then, otherwise, a danger would have been nip in the bud."

"But you didn't, Tom, it's getting late, I think I should go back." Louis reached out to look at his watch, took out the ashes from the space, and reminded earnestly: "I know you are contacting It's a powerful force, but what I want to advise you is... stop it, Ah Tang, it's not something you can control..."

"It doesn't bother you to worry about it, Louis, you should worry about your situation." Voldemort smiled strangely, stretched out his hand and cast a spell at Louis.

As if he didn't see his spell, Louis let the spell hit him.Voldemort laughed wildly when he saw that Louis seemed to be frightened, but soon, he quacked like a duck with its throat choked.

The curse hit Louis' body, a light blue halo flashed, and the curse disappeared like a mud cow in the sea.

Louis waved at him with a smile, raised the ashes in his hand, and teleported back to the Hogwarts match scene - he still didn't forget to take the Goblet of Fire.

A feeling of dizziness came, and when the feeling disappeared, he had already appeared in Hogwarts, with the guest table beside him, and Catherine was looking at him with concern.

The moment he appeared, the sound of chui chui da da sounded. It seemed that everyone had returned safely, and the orchestra began to celebrate.Amos Diggory in the stands was holding Arthur Weasley in his arms, and the two laughed haha. Amos was still pointing at Louis, not knowing what he was talking about.

Louis looked around, but couldn't find Harry and the others.Catherine saw what he was thinking, and squatted down to stroke his hair: "Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore brought Harry back to the principal's office, and Professor Snape and Professor Black are also there."

"That's good..." Louis breathed out and looked at Catherine with concern: "Are you not injured? Let me see?"

As he spoke, he stretched out Lushan's claws towards Catherine's thigh, and was immediately knocked off by Catherine angrily.

"There are so many people around, are you playing hooligans?" Catherine squinted her eyes, acting like a patriarch: "Harry said you stayed there, just now Aunt Emma was still suggesting whether to rescue you of."

"Then will you go?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine snorted lightly, and pinched Louis' face with her slender fingers: "A little villain like you can live 1 years, so I won't worry about you..."

(End of this chapter)