Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Even the famous Patronus Charm is not allowed.

The only thing that can stop the Avada Kedavra curse is life.

Voldemort seemed to have seen the other party's miserable condition.

He stomped his foot again, and something appeared in front of Dudley, blocking the killing curse.

This time Voldemort saw that it was a black sphere that blocked the Killing Curse.

What could possibly stop the killing curse? How is this possible!!!

Voldemort's eyes widened, although there was a limit to how wide his marble-sized eyes could get.

"Senior Tom, please stop launching surprise attacks."

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Voldemort had no intention of talking to Dudley at all, and he cast another Killing Curse, which unsurprisingly failed again.

But this time, Voldemort saw the appearance of the sphere. It was a 'living sphere', a sphere formed by a bunch of densely packed unknown creatures gathered together!

It is absolutely true that only life can block the Killing Curse.

This is the nature of this instant death magic.

There is a saying in the wizarding world that as long as there is a spell, there is a way to break it, so in the thousands of years of magical history, countless people have tried to break the Killing Curse.

Someone suggested using hamsters to break the spell. Make clothes with countless pockets and put hamsters inside. If the other party uses the killing curse on you, these hamsters on your chest will block it before you.

Spells have no intelligence, and they don't know who the target is.

The effect was indeed good in the experiment. Wearing the special clothing of "hamster suit" did block the killing curse.

But when the 'hamster suit' was actually put into use, it failed. The wizard who invented the 'hamster suit' died from the killing curse.

As we all know, hamsters are very timid creatures. Keeping them in a small, closed bag may be okay for a short period of time, but it will be very dangerous if the time is too long or they have to be carried around during strenuous exercise (fighting).

These hamsters may scare themselves to death before the other party can cast the killing curse.

When he was fighting the opponent with full confidence, he was killed by a killing curse.

Similarly, some people tried to use the Transfiguration spell to turn themselves into living creatures to block the Killing Curse, but unfortunately, although his idea was good, the creatures created by the advanced Transfiguration spell looked no different from ordinary creatures, they were not real life in essence.

There is no way to deceive the Killing Curse, there is no way to deceive the nature of magic.

Perhaps the ancient wizards in the Age of Gods who were able to create true alchemical life could do it, but modern wizards cannot, so the wizard who proposed the Transfiguration Spell to block the Killing Curse died under the Killing Curse.

Since then, no wizard has ever suggested blocking the Killing Curse.

Until Dudley showed up.

He did not choose the second wizard's approach, but chose the first one. The only difference is that he did not choose a hamster, but a cockroach. Cockroaches are different from hamsters. These creatures, nicknamed Xiaoqiang, have vitality as tenacious as their name, and they don't know what fear is.

Even if his head is twisted off, he can still survive for seven days.

The cause of death was still starvation.

The sphere that Dudley used to block Voldemort's Killing Curse was formed by thousands of cockroaches gathered together - a cockroach ball.

I heard that you are good at using the melon-eating curse?

Eat my big thief oil woman technique!

Chapter 320 Fifteen years, do you know how I spent these fifteen years?

The Avada Kedavra curse is also fair. It only takes one life at a time. No matter how powerful you are or how strong your murderous intent is, you can only take one life when you cast this spell.

In the face of the Killing Curse, all life is fair. One life is one life, and this principle will not be violated just because it is a tiny insect.

Such is the nature of this magic.

The tactic of using cockroaches to block the Killing Curse was an idea that Dudley came up with when he was watching Dumbledore chewing a pile of cockroaches.

This is mainly thanks to the "hamster coat" predecessor.

If it weren't for the success of his initial experiments, Dudley wouldn't have thought of using cockroaches.

In fact, the direction of his overall thinking was not wrong. The killing curse can only take away one life, and the way to block it is to replace it with another life. It's just that he chose the wrong target. He shouldn't have used a hamster. Even a chinchilla would be more effective than a hamster, although it is also very timid and can be easily scared to death.

All Dudley did was change the target. Wizards don't know how strong the vitality of cockroaches, a black, crawling, ubiquitous crustacean, is. They won't spend time studying this. Only bored Muggles would do this.

Unfortunately, although most "Muggle wizards" grew up in the world of ordinary people, they went to Hogwarts at the most critical moment of their lives and learned magic, which led to some changes in their outlook on life. Their first reaction was to use magic to solve problems. There are very few wizards who can take both into account.

"Senior Tom, do you want to try again?"

Dudley said fearlessly, "No matter how many times, until you are calm and talk."

In fact, it is very simple to deal with this pile of cockroaches.

Just any destruction spell, such as blazing flames, will do the trick and put them out completely with one fire.

It only targets Avada Kedavra.

It only targets the deadly nature of biting a big melon.

Voldemort didn't say anything, but his expression became even uglier. He didn't expect that the other party would use this special method to break the Killing Curse.

He was just possessed by this fairy and could not exert his full strength. The opponent in front of him was very difficult to deal with. Even in his prime, it would take some effort to defeat him. In his current state, it would be difficult to kill him.

Ultimately, it’s because Voldemort’s strength has not recovered to its peak.

"what are you up to?"

Voldemort said very reluctantly, since the other party wanted to talk, then let's talk.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished saying this, Dudley said.

"According to the time, those people should be here, right?"

"It's really curious how many people will have the guts to come, and how many will be foolish not to come."

At this moment, Voldemort suddenly remembered something. He had previously summoned all the Death Eaters in England through the Mark of the Dark Lord.

It should be here soon!

If I were to return to my original form, those guys who tried every means to escape the blame would definitely be included in my command again (the most loyal ones are all in Azkaban), and now it's like this.

"Is this your purpose?!" Voldemort tightened the wand in his hand.

Dudley shrugged.

Before long, the air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks. Wizards appeared between the graves, behind the cedar trees, and in every dark place. Countless wizards with black smoke fell from the sky. These wizards had one thing in common: they all wore hoods and covered their faces.

These are the dark wizards, or Death Eaters, summoned by Voldemort.

As soon as they sensed the reaction of the Dark Mark, they rushed over without stopping, fearing that they would be noted by 'that person' if they were slow. 'That person' would not ask you the reason for being late or deduct your salary like your boss would, but would directly reward you with a 'big melon' when he is in a bad mood.

"host???"

They originally thought that the one who summoned them was their old boss who had been missing for more than ten years - the Dark Lord. Only he could activate the Mark of the Dark Lord. They had thought it through when they came. The first moment they saw each other, they would kneel down at each other's feet and kiss each other's hem. Only in this way would they have a chance of being spared. They did not expect to be stunned by the scene in front of them when they arrived.

A tall little wizard and a goblin. And Wormtail who should have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

Where's their Dark Lord?

What about a Dark Lord that big?

"What are you looking at, you bunch of idiots?"

Seeing the Death Eaters looking so stupid, Voldemort became furious.

"Hey, goblin! This isn't your Gringotts."

One of the men in black said that they were afraid of Voldemort, not some goblin.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was knocked down by a spell.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

He raised his hand and cast the three unforgivable curses, and the Death Eater lying on the ground twisted and screamed in pain.

When the Death Eaters around saw Voldemort's sudden attack, they all took out their wands, but they just looked at Voldemort and Dudley with vigilance. No one took the initiative to speak, and no one tried to save the tortured Avery.

Death Eaters only play in favorable situations

For some reason, this sentence naturally popped into Dudley's mind.

"Avery, you fool, you have the nerve to talk to me like that."

Voldemort said grimly, his tone full of coldness.

He waited for a moment and found that no one showed up. He looked around, his pupils, which were as big as glass marbles, shrank sharply, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. There were too few people coming.

Even if we remove the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, there shouldn't be only these people in England alone, not even enough to form a circle around him.

What about the rest?

The answer is of course self-evident.

"Fifteen years. It's been fifteen years since our last gathering. I didn't expect that we would lose so many companions. Before you showed up, I was wondering how many people would come. This answer really disappointed me."

"Even if they came here, how many of them came here out of their heart? Or did they just want to check out the situation and see if I am really dead?!"

That familiar feeling, that cold tone, that pain that penetrated deep into his bones, awakened the long-forgotten memories of the Death Eater named Avery.

"You, you, you are... dark, black, black. Spare... Spare." He looked at Voldemort with horror on his face.

Unfortunately, he was suffering from the Cruciatus Curse and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Although Avery didn't say a complete sentence, the Death Eaters present already understood what he had not finished saying. Those who have survived until now without any harm are all smart people. The fools were all imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even a person who had been missing for more than ten years and was suspected to be dead could reappear, so why is it impossible for him to appear as a fairy?

At this moment, their attitude towards Voldemort took a 180-degree turn, and many Death Eaters knelt down and begged for forgiveness before Voldemort, who was in the form of a goblin.

Chapter 321 This is his best friend, dearest relative

"Are you asking for my forgiveness?"

Voldemort sneered, and his cold tone made the Death Eaters around him feel frightened from the bottom of their hearts. At this moment, the Death Eaters who originally did not believe it completely believed that the goblin in front of them was their Dark Lord.

"I will not forgive you, and I will never forget this long fifteen years of waiting."

"In my first year, I swore that I would share my endless life with the first Death Eater who helped me, so that he could be immortal like me, but no one showed up."

"In the second year, I swore that I would give the first Death Eater who helped me the highest honor, let him enjoy the same status as me, let him share the whole world with me, but still no one showed up."

"In the third year, I swore that I would give endless wealth to the first Death Eater who helped me, so that he could enjoy glory forever, but still no one showed up."

"Until now, I have come back with my own ability."

"Yes, I walked back step by step from the Sanzu River in the underworld."

"My loyal servants, why don't you come to help your master, the one you swore to serve forever? For wealth? For status?"

Then Voldemort's voice became as cold as the February winter with the temperature below minus twenty degrees Celsius.

"Or do you think I'm already dead and can't come back, so you want to save yourself?"

"Why are you unwilling to believe that your master can make a comeback?"

"Why are you unwilling to believe that your master has solved the secret of death?"

"However, as your master, I am merciful and I will not kill you. But I want you to pay off your debt for fifteen years before I will forgive you."

After Voldemort finished speaking, all the Death Eaters present knelt at his feet, crawling on the ground to kiss his toes, trembling with fear and not daring to even breathe, and no longer dared to raise even the slightest doubt.

Ten sentences were enough to make the Death Eaters kneel down and lick their feet.

Apart from

"clap clap"

There was a burst of applause, and Dudley actually clapped.

“Wonderful. Really wonderful.”

Dudley said sincerely, and then his eyes fell on Voldemort: "You are worthy of being Senior Tom."

"I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself, but I didn't expect it to be reversed."