Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Voldemort raised his finger slightly, and the space in front of Lucius seemed to be torn apart. In the originally empty room, Amelia was pointing her wand at them.

"A very sophisticated Disillusionment Charm."

Voldemort exclaimed, his tone like a teacher praising a student: "It's a pity that you can't hide it from my eyes."

"The others escaped using the fireplace? Don't worry, they won't get far."

"The Dark Lord!"

Amelia glared at Voldemort and spoke with gritted teeth. As a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, she naturally recognized Voldemort's appearance. Her brother and his family were brutally murdered by this man in front of her, and no one, young or old, male or female, survived.

"Want a duel, ma'am?"

Voldemort grinned and tried hard to act like a gentleman, but his appearance was so terrifying that he had nothing to do with being a gentleman.

"Lucius, move aside so I can have some fun with the Head of our Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

It's completely like a cat and mouse.

Lucius didn't say a word, but tactfully stepped aside, leaving the seat for the two of them.

"Let me see your level."

Amelia was not polite to him at all. She attacked him in anger and cast several powerful spells.

They were all easily dispersed by Voldemort.

The gap between Voldemort and ordinary wizards is no longer something that can be offset by one or two spells. What's more, although Amelia's magic is powerful, it is not powerful enough.

"Use dark magic, kid."

Voldemort chuckled: "Your brother was like this back then. Even the magic you use is very similar."

He lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Do you know how many spells it took me to kill him?"

Voldemort's smile became increasingly cruel, irritating the other person's nerves without any scruples.

"Just an Avatar."

Voldemort's words triggered Amelia's anger, and she used her strongest magic.

“It’s falling apart!”

The effect is similar to the magic of shattering into pieces, but the power is even greater.

If it was Lucius outside the door, he would definitely not be able to block this attack. However, facing such a fierce attack, Voldemort just waved his fingers lightly and easily blocked it head-on without even casting a protective spell.

"You can't beat me. The difference between us is like heaven and earth. Your spell can't even hurt me."

Voldemort seemed to be doing something insignificant, as simple as blocking the clear spring water just now.

This is why Voldemort is feared by the world.

His magic power, his strength, and the magic he knows are far superior to those of ordinary wizards.

Ordinary wizards are no different from babies in front of him.

He flicked his finger and a green light hit Amelia, knocking her to the ground, and even her wand flew out.

He didn't even utter the spell.

Silent casting.

"It's a really nice wand."

Voldemort tapped his fingers on Amelia's wand, his hands on either side of it, "It's a pity you followed the wrong master."

He broke the wand into two pieces with great force and threw them to the ground like a piece of trash.

"Let me think about it. How should I kill you?"

Voldemort spoke slowly, his tone as relaxed as if he was discussing what to eat tonight.

Amelia struggled to reach into her pocket.

"I'd better use the killing curse that I am best at."

A faint green light burst out from Voldemort's fingertips, and he was about to aim at Amelia.

At the same time, Amelia also crushed the amulet.

The next second, the image of a man appeared between the two of them.

Chapter 392 The same trick won’t work on me, Voldemort!

"Ha! Rep! Te!"

Looking at the figure, Voldemort didn't know whether to be happy or pleased.

He had originally come only to kill the most promising child of the Bones family, to wipe out the roots and vent his anger at the same time, but he had never expected that the 'enemy' whom he had killed countless times in his dreams would actually show up at his doorstep.

What a pleasant surprise.

Not only Voldemort, but even Amelia was stunned.

She thought that this amulet was at most a key to a door, which could teleport her away at a critical moment, but she didn't expect it to be a key to a reverse door.

Summoned a Harry Potter?

Although it was this boy who killed Voldemort more than ten years ago, Amelia didn't think that Harry, who was just a baby, could do it.

If it happens again, there is a high probability that he will be killed.

Why did Carlo give me this?

In a moment, Amelia thought a lot, but finally came to a conclusion.

'Oh no! Harry Potter must not die here.'

Harry Potter died at the hands of Voldemort. This news alone was enough to detonate public opinion and bring the entire wizarding world back to its darkest moment.

Amelia wanted to take Harry away immediately, but unfortunately her wand was broken and she was also seriously injured. She struggled several times but was unable to get up. She could only watch Voldemort take action.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

As Voldemort grinned, revealing his large gums, dark green light illuminated the entire room.

He seemed to have seen the whole world trembling under his feet.

The next plan was drawn up in an instant.

Kill Potter first, then Dumbledore.

However, when the green light dissipated, Harry Potter was standing there intact, and Amelia was also lying on the ground as if nothing had happened.

There is only a big black ball between Harry and Voldemort.

"Senior Tom, it seems that you have forgotten how to break the Killing Curse."

Cockroach ball, see you again!

The familiar teasing style made Voldemort feel surprised and angry.

"You're not Harry Potter!"

He roared angrily, this cockroach ball reminded him of some bad memories, an organ that was clearly no longer there was aching like a phantom limb.

Another green light was swallowed up by the tiny beetles from the class Insecta, order Blattagia, and family Blattagia, as expected.

That frustrated look was in stark contrast to the dark demon who had easily defeated Amelia before.

"Correct answer, Senior Tom, my brother is not here."

Harry Potter's body began to change rapidly, and soon he turned from a rugby player into a giant over two meters tall.

"Dursley?"

Amelia recognized the boy, the youngest member of the Wizengamot ever.

Dudley Dursley.

There was no way she could not remember this eye-catching figure.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

Dudley pulled out his wand at an extremely fast speed and tapped it around, causing a series of explosions. How could the wooden floor withstand such magic? The whole room was filled with sawdust mixed with dust, and it was so gray that nothing could be seen clearly.

"You think this will block my view?"

Voldemort stared at Dudley with a pair of blood-red eyes. Although his eyes could not be called 'eagle' eyes, they had been transformed by magic, and the smoke and dust could not hinder his vision at all. He was about to give him another 'Avada' out of habit, but stopped in front of the pile of black spheres.

"Stupid little trick!"

Voldemort sneered.

"How many times do you think the same trick will work?"

Who is Senior Tom? When he was a student, all the professors who had been with him all said that he was extremely talented and smart (now he is really smart).

Not long after he first witnessed the cockroach ball breaking the Avada, he had already figured out how to break this tactic.

What are insects most afraid of?

"Burning flames!"

Voldemort moved his knuckles slightly, and magic power burst out from his fingertips.

A raging flame was summoned instantly, and the flame containing terrible energy instantly devoured the cockroach ball, and the smell of protein filled the air.

Question: What will happen when dust encounters open flame?

The moment Voldemort summoned the fire, Dudley pulled Amelia towards the window, shouting as he ran.

"Explosion is art!"

"Boom!"

Violent energy immediately rose up and swallowed everything. The huge flames illuminated the entire house, and Voldemort's roar resounded through the sky.

Voldemort walked out of the house, which was only a frame, with a gloomy face. He did not have any injuries caused by the explosion, but his clothes were torn.

"the second time."

Voldemort exhaled slowly, his eyes full of anger, and a wisp of black smoke drifted from his mouth.

This was the second time Dudley had escaped from his grasp unharmed.

"Lucius, let's go."

Voldemort said gloomily to the stunned Lucius.

He didn't figure out what kind of magic Dudley used to cause the explosion, and he could actually do this trick right under his nose.

Could it be alchemy? This was the only thing Voldemort was not familiar with.

This is not Voldemort's fault. It is true that he is very smart and has a lot of magical knowledge, but he only learned magic and not science.

The same thing would happen if another wizard came over.

It's purely because of lack of culture.

Lucius was very honest and didn't ask any questions. He followed Voldemort obediently the whole time.

On the other side, Dudley took Amelia to a safe place.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Dursley."

After taking several bottles of healing potions, Amelia's body recovered a little and she was able to do some simple movements at least.

It would take at least one night to fully recover.

"Ms. Amelia, you are an excellent director. I don't want to see you being persecuted by Senior Tom."

Dudley said.

"That guy is the Dark Lord, right? Shouldn't he have died more than a decade ago? Why is he here?"

Amelia had so many questions she wanted to ask.

If the rest of the wizarding world knew that Voldemort was not dead, it would definitely cause great panic.

"He was not dead more than ten years ago. To be more precise, he was not completely dead. He has been in a state of half-death and half-alive for more than ten years. He tried to revive and tried various methods. Finally, he officially recovered his body not long ago."