Chapter 483: Felix's Death and Return (3 in 1)

Whistling winds and swirling colours swirled around Harry, Ron, and Hermione, dragging them forward, and when their feet touched the solid ground again, they are in a completely unfamiliar place.

A graveyard appeared.

The Trio sat on the ground, feeling very shocked.

"Where is this place?" Ron asked, "I can't see a hint of familiarity, this-this is a graveyard?" They are surrounded by erected black stone stele and overgrown grass; Harry shook his head and looked around, he saw a tall redwood tree, behind which is an outline of a building.

To the left is a hillock. Harry could make out a fine old house on the hillside.

"There seems to be a problem with the trophy transmission," Harry said, looking around for the trophy, which laid a dozen feet away from them.

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic would make such a cheap mistake?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Oh, Harry, look over there-" Hermione said nervously, pointing in a direction.

"The sound of the wind?" Ron guessed that the wind had picked up during the night.

"It's people, take your wand." Harry said, and they squinted nervously into the deep darkness as three figures walked toward them, step by step, between the graves. Are they nearby Muggles? Harry thought, but he quickly dismissed the suspicion; they are all cloaked in wizard cloaks.

"Stop, who are you?" Harry shouted at the men.

The wind carried the sound of snickering in bits, which is by no means a sign of friendliness, and Harry raised his wand, but they stopped a dozen feet away and reached to remove the hoods from their heads. Harry, Ron, and Hermione relaxed slightly, Harry only felt that the man in the middle with his bare skin abnormally white, like he had some terrible disease, looked familiar.

The person on the far left revealed his face, " Barty Crouch Jr!" Hermione shouted. Harry was taken aback, unable to focus on the middle person, his eyes moved to the left, and memories of Christmas night six months ago came flooding back, "It's really you!"

"Potter," Crouch Jr. grinned, "you should call me Professor, after all, I've taught you."

Ron who stood next to him tugged on his sleeve. "Ha, Harry-"

Without him saying a word, Harry noticed a pair of eyes full of malice, from the man in the middle. He had just undone his cloak, his nose is flattened like a snake, and his nostrils are two thin slits ... Harry found this appearance really familiar, the man stroked his forehead with pale and slender hands, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes between his fingers.

From these eyes, one cannot find a little warmth.

"Voldemort?" He shouted.

"How dare you call Lord by his name!" Crouch Jr. drew his wand in anger, and a hand stopped him. A sharp voice, cold like ice heard, "They are my guests whom I have invited here with great effort Barty, and I'll allow them to be rude this time." Voldemort said.

"Lord, those two are in the way why not leave them to me?" Yaxley humbly bowed his head and asked, "I came from the Maze tower in order to contribute."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione have not recovered from the great shock yet, the night air is cold as the bitter ice, and a penetrating coldness spread from the lungs to their whole body.

However, Voldemort did not respond to Yaxley's words a bit. His eyes turned red, making it impossible to distinguish the pupils from the whites of the eyes for a while, but Harry could clearly feel the gaze that seemed like a substance measuring his body constantly, with greed, hatred, and a hint of ... worry?

Barty Crouch Jr. who is standing on the far left, appeared like a Good Guy now, lazily playing with his wand and casting a contemptuous glance at Yaxley - he knows nothing yet, still getting this anxious to take his place? Crouch Jr. licked his lips with a sickly smile.

"So, you've been resurrected?"

Harry took a step forward, shielding Ron and Hermione behind him, and bravely locked eyes with Voldemort. He had to attract the attention of the opposite side as much as possible ... to take the initiative to create an opportunity ... so that Hermione and Ron could have a chance to escape and tell the professor, and Headmaster Dumbledore about this.

But his heart plunged to the bottom, as if falling into a bottomless abyss. A voice told him that the chances are too slim. Barty Crouch Jr. is stronger than the three of them combined a year ago, not to mention the resurrected Voldemort.

Harry stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to show his fearlessness. But his scar suddenly started to hurt sharply without warning, never before in his life, he had felt this much pain, his head seemed like it would explode. Harry's one hand covered the scar, one hand still clutching the wand, the pain made him fall to the ground twitching, his stomach turned over, he constantly dry-heaved, even suspected that he would die in the next second.

He heard Ron and Hermione shouting something, followed by several sharp cracking sounds, as well as the sound of a body hitting the ground heavily.

At that moment, a sudden coolness came to his brain, quickly soothing his pain. It is Occlumency.

"Tsk, tsk ... your friend really cares about you." The voice said without a trace of emotion.

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes glazed over, his vision blurred, and the effects of the intense pain still lingered. It took several seconds to see the face of Voldemort near him - it looked like the colour of a corpse, the colour of white bone. There is no trace of hair on his head, and his bright red eyes look eerily appalling in the darkness, with pupils that turned into two slits, like the eyes of a snake.

What did he just say? My friend? Harry thought of terrible speculation, no ... never ... he struggled to get up, every movement is painful, but even so, he did not put down the wand in his hand.

If Ron and Hermione really ... he dared not imagine the possibility, his stomach began to flip again, his fingers nicked from clutching his wand hard. Harry gritted his teeth, the pain made him feel better. He struggled to get up while staring at Voldemort with a glare of hatred.

In response, Voldemort sneered at him with a cold, sharp, grim smile.

He staggered to his feet and shook his head vigorously, Voldemort quietly took two steps back, still staring at him with that sickening look.

At that moment, Harry heard a faint groan, it is Ron! Harry's heart filled with wild joy, he's not dead, great! And where is Hermione? He couldn't hear her movement, it is silent as death on his left side, Harry didn't dare to turn around to confirm.

"You shot too hard, Yaxley, that girl is almost dead." Voldemort said softly, " Barty did just fine."

"Lor- Lord ...?" Yaxley looked up in disbelief as Barty Crouch Jr. let out a silent sneer.

"I have use for all three of them," Voldemort said softly, his eyes still fixed on Harry, "Those two ... are not only the best friends of Harry Potter the Saviour, but-- -according to Barty, they both befriended Felix Hap?"

"Yes, Master," Barty Crouch Jr. answered respectfully, "especially that Muggle girl, who became Hap's assistant in her second year."

Voldemort sneered twice.

"The purebloods have completely degenerated, and their offspring have turned to waste, to let the vile muggle race climb over them."

He began to pace, walking around in front of Harry. Harry stood still glaring, his wand clutched in his hand, should he shoot a spell against Voldemort? And then use the Summoning charm to summon the trophy ... No, Barty Crouch Jr. and that Death Eater had their eyes on him.

Harry's heart burned. Voldemort did not kill a person for the time being, but he knew it is never because of mercy, but rather because he has an even more evil plan. Harry's mind raced, and he was surprised to find that, even in poor physical condition, Occlumency functioned autonomously, keeping him from falling into the depths of despair.

"I was looking forward to this scene a long time ago, the meeting with the 'great saviour' Harry Potter ..." Voldemort said softly, Harry's eyes followed his long, thin, pale fingers. There is a wand held softly between them, as if a random disarming charm could make the wand come out of his hand.

Harry thought foolishly.

Voldemort is too arrogant, he is defenseless, does he think he has no power to fight back, will this be his breakthrough?

"... I anticipated, to reborn with the help of your blood, to break the destiny, and then kill you in one fell swoop. But I failed," Voldemort said regretfully, his bare feet rustling on the dirt and barren grass, "Hogwarts is more dangerous than thirteen years ago, in addition to that mudblood and Muggle protector, Albus Dumbledore ... It added Felix Hap, who is more aggressive and proactive than the ageing Dumbledore ..."

"I had to abandon the best option - after nearly losing my only loyal servant." Voldemort paused, his snake-like eyes narrowed unpleasantly. Harry tried to keep his gaze at Voldemort's hand from being too obvious -

"So I backed off ... You have no idea how frustrated I was, Harry Potter; I once again savoured a setback ..."

"Expellia-" Harry shouted when Voldemort waved his hand violently-

"Splat!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground. Harry's eyes widened, he completely missed it, Voldemort's movements were too fast, as if he had been prepared for it. At that moment, Voldemort slowly turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, raised his wand, and whispered: "Crucio!"

Harry felt his whole bones burning, his head must have cracked along the scar, his eyeballs bulging and threatening to burst open at any moment under the tremendous pressure, his body bent in the opposite direction as if trying to break him in half. He wished it would stop quickly ... wished he would pass out ... and die ...

Harry found the pain in his body diminished a little, and from the location of the thigh came a warmth, the amulet in his pocket! At the moment there are two forces sheltering him, one is Occlumency, and the other is the knot amulet that Nona gave him. Although the effect of both was weak, but it did help.

Voldemort's serpentine face twisted with a cruel and satisfied smile, and the wand kept pointing at him for who knows how long -

The torture was finally over.

Harry went limp, his back wet with sweat, panting violently. His head remained against the ground, but he still felt the ecstasy in Voldemort's heart. Why the hell? Does torturing him make him happy?

Harry could not understand this emotion, but he is quite sure of one thing, he is not mistaken - after all, he can't feel an ounce of joy right now.

"Tie them up." Voldemort commanded briskly.

A man came forward, Harry's face still on the ground, his wand is not far from him, but he could not reach it, a rope wrapped around him, he was dragged on the ground, catching glimpses of Ron and Hermione who were treated the same way, Ron's legs twisted unnaturally, his face looked pale, Hermione looked like a corpse, her chest did not rise and fall.

Immediately after he got hoisted up by the rope, his back pressed against the cold flat surface, he froze for two seconds before he realized it is the black tombstone. He also saw who the man in front of him is, Barty Crouch Jr. He had a silver glove in one hand.

" Noticed it, Potter?" Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips psychopathically, "This is the Dark Lord's reward for me." Harry glared at him, this feeble threat did not affect the movements of the Barty Crouch Jr. in the slightest, the rope wrapped around Harry's body loop after loop, from the neck to the ankle without a single gap.

Barty Crouch Jr. walked away.

"Hold out your arms." Voldemort said lazily, and Yaxley and Crouch Jr. held out their left arms at the same time, and Harry saw a bright red tattoo design. Voldemort pressed his long, pale forefinger on Barty Crouch Jr.'s arm, and the mark turned pitch black as Barty Crouch Jr. let out a faint intake of breath.

Voldemort straightened up and raised his head a little, scanning the dark graveyard.

"How many people would have the guts to come back after feeling it? And how many will be foolish enough not to come?" He muttered.

Voldemort began pacing again, scanning the graveyard from time to time. Harry did not know what is happening, but he figured it must not be good, he desperately started to think of some solutions, Apparition? No, he lost his wand, and he can't do wandless magic like Professor Hap, not to mention that he has two people with him.

There is no way he can escape alone.

Wait, Professor Hap? Harry's eyes widened, desperately followed that ray of hope, desperately thought of something related to Professor Hap ... he finally remembered, the Ring of Ouroboros Snake.

But Harry was once again disappointed, as he did not carry the Ring of Ouroboros Snake with him, to begin with. But ... there is someone who might have brought it.

He tried his best to incline his head and look to his left, where Hermione still remained unconscious.

"Hermione ..." whispered Harry, who had only been separated from Hermione by the gap in between the tombstones, but he was tied up so tightly that he couldn't even extend his foot to kick, and worse, his struggle had attracted Voldemort's attention.

" Concerned about your friend? Potter?" Voldemort said softly, as he paced over, "Despite being only an inferior mudblood, she's more useful than you think ..." His eyes scanned Hermione, Harry, and Ron, as he said with dripping malice, "Muggleborn, Half-blood, and Pureblood, what a dramatic combination!"

"Rennervate!" He pointed his wand at Hermione, who slowly and breathlessly opened her eyes and saw Voldemort close at hand, her eyes widened in fear and her body slumped back, resulting in a moan of pain as it contacted her bruise.

But Voldemort looked away from them with disinterest.

"I think it would be better for your two best friends to witness your death." A cruel smile appeared on his face, "After that, should I let the pureblood kill the mudblood, or is it better for the mudblood to kill the pureblood? Or, let them both die at the hand of each other ... I haven't decided yet, but I'm sure it will be a good show."

"You ... are dreaming." Ron said with a twisted face.

Voldemort looked over at him and sneered twice, "Weasley? A Disgusting family - Crucio!"

Ron screamed in pain.

"No--"

"Don't-"

Harry and Hermione, who had just regained consciousness, screamed, but the smile on Voldemort's face intensified, "I like the feeling, the feeling of controlling life and death ..." He continued to point his wand at Ron, making him howl in pain, but this time the torture did not last long. It didn't take long for Voldemort to voluntarily stop and look around.

The sound of swaying cloaks abruptly filled the air. In every corner of the dark graveyard, a wizard Apparited themselves. They all wore hoods and masked their faces, walking cautiously. Voldemort took a few steps out and stood silently waiting.

A Death Eater fell to his knees, crawled towards Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robe.

More and more Death Eaters did so, including Barty Crouch Jr. and Yaxley, and the only people who were left their heads high at the scene besides Voldemort would be the Trio.

"Welcome, My Death Eaters," Voldemort said calmly, as he began his comeback speech, Harry didn't bother to listen carefully, as he winked at Hermione, but he didn't dare make it too obvious, so Hermione didn't notice that as she was bruised -

"I smell guilt ... no one has tried to reach out to me ... didn't you guys know a long time ago that I have a solution to prevent death? Yes, perhaps you think there is a greater power that has defeated Voldemort, the lord you serve ... such as that old man who is hiding in Hogwarts? Or the boy who is suffering before you?"

The Death Eaters on their knees shuddered and looked up, gasping for breath when they saw Harry.

"Lucius, you're surprised? I heard that your son is in the same grade as Harry Potter?"

"Lord-My Lord," Lucius Malfoy's voice came out of the dense line of Death Eaters, "the Malfoys have always been loyal to you, and Draco... Draco and Potter are mortal enemies at school! He hates Muggles as much as I do, hates Potter, hates Dumbledore."

Lucius looked up, "Master, it is so nice to have you back--"

"Lucius," Voldemort said lazily, "my cunning friend, hypocrisy is etched into your bones, you, like the others, have never tried to find me ... however, your performance at the Quidditch World Cup site was quite good, and I believe ... you're still willing to take the lead in tormenting muggles, right? Even though you let me down for a time ... I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, My Lord, of course ... you are magnanimous, thank you ..."

Next, Voldemort named one by one, including those who did not come, the kneeling Death Eaters waited on the floor as if they are awaiting their fate, Harry took the opportunity to keep signalling Hermione with his eyes, and he succeeded, Hermione cast a witty glance.

"The Ring of Ouroboros." Harry muttered softly.

Hermione stared at him, failing to hear.

"Ring of Ouroboros." Harry raised his voice slightly, and this time, Hermione heard him. She nodded gently at Harry, her arms moving in small circles, by which time, Voldemort had finally completed his trial to the Death Eaters, and they regrouped under Voldemort's banner.

"Next, the highlight of my return night is my carefully prepared play." Voldemort turned around, slit-like nostrils slightly expanded, and Hermione immediately stopped moving. Voldemort raised his wand: "Let us all witness the death of Harry Potter."

All Death Eaters raised their wands and said in unison, "Witness the death of Harry Potter."

Harry felt the rope that bound him suddenly loosened, he had an idea, so he felled in the direction of Hermione, and with the help of his body as a cover, he pulled Hermione's rope twice, Hermione quickly reached into her pocket.

Muffled jeers rang out around the scene.

"Hahahaha, I have to reveal- before that, the big tough boy needs to suffer some torture." Voldemort held up his wand, the corners of his mouth curled with a cold arc.

The crowd laughed even more.

"Come forward, Potter, and embrace your destiny." Voldemort chuckled softly.

Harry dawdled as best he could, buying time for Hermione. It had been so long, the school must have noticed they are missing, no, they should have known from the time they held the trophy but didn't show up off the tower, but the school couldn't find them ... That's exactly where the Ring of Ouroboros comes in handy.

"Oh?" Voldemort trailed off, "Harry Potter looks a little nervous, you guys make some more room. As I recall, He is supposed to have learned to duel, right?"

The Death Eaters laughed and scattered further apart as Harry limped over to his wand and picked it up off the floor, as he also picked up Ron's and Hermione's wands by hand and pocketed them as well.

"A child's trick." Voldemort snickered.

"Let's bow to each other, Harry," he said and bowed back, but his snake face always looked at Harry, "Come on, manners are meant to be followed... Dumbledore would certainly expect you to behave with grace ... bow to your death, Harry ..."

Harry stubbornly stared at him, Voldemort's wand gently lowered, and he bent down forcefully, and in order to humiliate him, Voldemort deliberately let him hold this posture for some time. The surroundings resounded with laughter.

This is not bad ... Harry thought, at least it stalled some time.

"So, let the duel begin."

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Harry raised his wand quickly, red light converging on the tip, but Voldemort shot him with more speed, with a Cruciatus Curse, and Harry fell to the ground in pain, feeling white-hot knives carving into his body, he howled in pain and stumbled back towards the human wall of Death Eaters, and he saw a Death Eater, with light blond hair under his cloak, fumbling something in his pocket with one hand.

What is he doing? Harry couldn't help but wonder, and the next second he got pushed back by the Death Eaters around him.

"Does that hurt, Harry?" Voldemort said, nostrils flaring excitedly, "Need a break? You'll have to learn to endure because next I'll keep using this curse... Cruciatus Curse ... till the very end of your life."

The surrounding voices got muffled, and the Death Eaters looked at Voldemort with awe, and Voldemort was satisfied with that.

Harry, however, noticed the anomaly. If you don't count the shot that knocked off his wand, Voldemort had only used one spell on him from start to finish, plus that worry he thought he had misread ... It suddenly dawned on Harry.

"You are afraid of me! Voldemort, you're afraid of me!" Harry shouted.

"What did you say, Potter?" Voldemort asked softly.

"You're afraid to use the Killing Curse against me, aren't you!" Harry shouted, putting out his suspicions, whether true or false, at least it will stall a little time, "You are afraid of the magical protection my mother bestowed on me with her life, and fear that the curse will bounce back against you again and be doomed! And completely become a joke right?!"

The Death Eaters around them went silent, only the cold whistling wind of the night heard.

Voldemort went silent for a brief moment, then broke into a cold smile, "I just want to torture you - Crucio"

The spell hit Harry, but this time he didn't fall - he shuddered, but his eyes fixed on Voldemort with a firm gaze, "You're scared Voldemort! I wasn't sure before, but now I'm 100% certain. Mother's protection is in my blood, you've had enough of suffering from that, haven't you!"

"Thirteen years ago was once! Three years ago, you possessed the back of Professor Quirrell's head again! How wretched you were, you should have shown these people that pathetic appearance!" Harry mocked loudly, Voldemort looked furious, his pale and slender hands trembled for the first time.

"Crucio - Crucio - Crucio -"

Harry fearlessly opened his arms and gave up resistance. Just at this moment, a blood-colored light fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, shielding Harry's body, "Ding ding ding ding!" Cruciatus Curse missed.

Harry opened his eyes wide, a steel knight stood in front of him, he could not distinguish whether it is a golem or a spell, he could only recognize the knight is wearing medieval armour, with bloodstains, as if he had just experienced a battle, his hands held an enormous and incredible shield.

"What-" Voldemort suddenly turned back and looked into the midair, gritting his teeth as he said, "Felix Hap!"

"It's me." Felix said calmly, hovering in midair with a pair of shining silver feathers behind him, swaying gently.

"You're just in time," Voldemort said with a sneer, "I've been suppressing the thought of looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come here on your own - Avada Kedavra!" Green light blotted and covered the sky, Felix's silvery feathers flashed, and his body abruptly disappeared in midair.

When he reappeared, he is already standing next to Harry and the knight, holding a black lightning bolt in his left hand. His other hand slashed, and the ropes binding Ron and Hermione loosened at once, and they stumbled to their knees. "Take Ron and Hermione first and use the trophy, the 'knight' will protect you for now." He said to Harry.

A strong hope welled up in Harry's chest.

"Stop them!" Voldemort's snake face twisted and green light filled harry's vision as the knight yanked Harry up and dodged to the side, Felix turning deftly at the same time to avoid the spell. He reappeared in midair, and the black bolts of lightning in his hand poured down, with hundreds of bolts striking the earth.

Death Eaters immediately scattered, but a few unlucky people were struck.

Felix noticed Barty Crouch Jr. moving in Harry's direction, his eyes flickered as if he did not notice it.

Harry found himself being led by the 'knight' next to Ron and Hermione, "Thank--" he didn't know what to say, maybe there is a wizard inside the armour, but he was suddenly stunned, as the part of the knight's body dissipated as a result of the green Killing Curse. The shield diagonally chipped and the right half of its shoulder disappeared, the whole fracture corroded by some kind of green stuff.

"Harry, the trophy--" Hermione said feebly, as she helped Ron to his feet.

"The trophy - yes, Accio trophy!" Harry shouted with his wand outstretched, but the fight was so intense around them that despite being on the edge of the battlefield, they suffered the aftermath, a great deal of soil was toppled up and a black tombstone shot up into the sky, smashing into Felix under Voldemort's control.

"Dude, I think the trophy is in that direction." Ron said with a grimace.

"Oh, that's right!" Harry said hastily, switching his wand in a different direction, "Accio trophy!" He heard a cracking sound, and at the right time, a figure suddenly rushed out, "Pulverize! (unknown incantation)" The man shouted with a sly grin on his face.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched as the Smashing spell smashed the trophy to pieces.

"Follow me and deal with Potter and the group! The Lord will take care of the Hap!" Barty Crouch Jr. shouted at the top of his lungs, a dozen dark shadows responded to him, colourful spells came towards them, the knight stepped forward and put his chipped shield upon the ground, and all the spells bounced off.

"Go behind them!" Barty Crouch Jr. spotted the opening.

"Let's head back!" Harry shouted, his wand passed through the gap and the disarming charm was unleashed wordlessly. A Death Eater's wand flew loose and headed toward Harry, "Diffindo." Harry shouted again, the wand broke into parts in midair.

"Back to where?" Ron yelled, balancing one foot.

Harry did not answer, he saw a Death Eater circled back, and had reached their flank, he hurriedly cast a few stunning spells, which missed, but the fast and rapid spell made the two advancing Death Eaters startled, they dared not approach recklessly.

Hermione tugged on Ron, "There's a huge redwood back there."

Harry was in difficulty at this point, he did not know how to make the 'knight' obey orders, from the previous performance, it is quite intelligent, simply not like magic.

"We're going back, you follow us, do you hear me?" Harry said to the knight.

There was no response, the knight just indifferently blocked in front of them.

In the meantime, the Death Eaters once again surrounded them.

"Back!" Harry said decisively while holding up the runic shield charm, they took a few steps backward, and the knight who had not budged before moved, following a step backward, always in front of them.

"It really works!" Harry exclaimed, and they quickly retreated near the redwood tree, barely holding their ground under the protection of the massive tree trunk and half of the knight's shield.

"Here!" Harry pulled two wands out of his pocket, which he had picked up earlier when he had stalled for time.

"Awesome!" Ron shouted with a pale face. The Death Eaters' attack got more cautious with the addition of Ron and Hermione, especially after Ron used the Bright Fire-Making spell to set a Death Eater on fire.

The Death Eaters tried to put out the flames, but ordinary water had no effect at all, and before long, the flames extinguished by themselves, and the Death Eater is dying.

"This spell works wonder on them! Should have thought of it - it works wonders on dark creatures!"

Hermione used the ancient magic she had mastered, and the golden flame turned into a firebird, and quickly flew next to a Death Eater, and opened its mouth to peck him on the face, who immediately let out a terrible scream.

"Help me!" He shouted.

Barty Crouch Jr. summoned a stream of water, the golden flame extinguished very slowly, and the Death Eater got burnt to a bloody pulp.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asked with a shudder.

"Who cares!" Ron shouted.

But next, Hermione just let the firebird circle around the redwood tree and the knight, showering a patch of golden flames, and no matter how much Barty Crouch Jr. urged, the Death Eater did not dare to move forward.

"Use the Killing Curse!" Barty Crouch Jr. shouted.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry saw the opportunity to release the disarming charm, the red light of the spell looked like a long laser beam, Barty Crouch Jr. immediately propped up the shield charm, Harry increased the magic power simultaneously, the beam sparked, and three Death Eaters close to Barty Crouch Jr. got hit, the wand detached from their hands and flew into the deep darkness. Then Ron immediately followed to use the stunning spell -

"Only two hits." Ron said regretfully.

Harry looked in the distance a hundred miles away, the graveyard has been completely destroyed, there are deep pits and debris everywhere, Professor Hap continuously used an Apparition, and unexpectedly created seven clones at the same time, his spells formed a dense and impermeable net, Voldemort surrounded in the center, forming a deadlock. And the incantation used by the professor is actually -

Killing Curse!

Voldemort summoned a silver shield from the thin air, the spell hit the shield and made a "zi zi" sound, and the next second the weakened spell penetrated the shield with difficulty, but Voldemort took advantage of this time to escape.

Voldemort grinned, "Good tactics, but your Killing Curse is too weak, Look this is how it should be" He raised his wand, then his figure disappeared in place. He hovered in midair, without the aid of any feathered wings, and just appeared on Felix's right side riding on the wind. A dazzling green light illuminated a small half of the graveyard in a flash -

"Avada Kedavra--"

The incantation smashed Felix to smithereens.

The battle stood still for a moment. Everyone looked towards midair, the green light had not dissipated yet, and the fragments of the body belonging to Felix Hap glowed crystalline, falling down lightly like flower petals.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been paddling, had his eyes bulged out, and he was dead just like that? Where is Dumbledore? are you that confident that you can deal with the Dark Lord and a bunch of Death Eaters alone? He immediately reached into his pocket, where there is a contact item sent to him by Felix before, and now all of a sudden it became a hot potato.

...

"How is it possible?" Harry's brain went dizzy, although he knew Voldemort is very powerful, but Professor Hap in his mind is equally powerful, he looked around incredulously, maybe the professor used the Apparition, the next time he will appear to deliver Voldemort a fatal blow.

Everyone seemed to share this idea, they gripped their wands tightly, cautiously staring at the midair, the stars of the night kept twinkling.

Harry's heart sank a little, the knight in front of him suddenly became transparent, it had resisted Voldemort's death spell, but now in the absence of any attack, it started to self-collapse ...

Professor Hap is really dead?

Whether friend or foe, everyone needs to take some time to accept this reality. Only Voldemort moved on the field, he tilted his head, took a deep breath, and brushed his palm across his bare forehead, with an intoxicated expression.

A great enemy is finally dead.

One more person moved, Hermione took out the beaded pouch and poked her hand in, "Please ... please ... must be there." She said with a sobbing voice.

She took out the time-turner and slipped it around her neck, turning the knob on it, "Just three hours ahead." Her fingers kept trembling, Harry and Ron, both looked at that little time-turner at the same time, and their eyes gradually glowed.

At the same time, the knight who had been in front of them finally collapsed into countless points of light, like fireflies in the night.

"Oh--" Hermione shuddered and turned once, twice, three times, and finished--a crowd of Death Eaters still did not know what had happened.

"Pulverize!" A voice that couldn't stop smiling shouted, Harry's eyes widened, and hurriedly used the shield charm, the magic barrier took shape almost instantly, but a bright white light burrowed through the gap and hit the time-turner straight on.

The time-turner began to fly.

Hermione's figure disappeared.

"Where did the girl go?"

"What did she do?"

"Apparition--"

At this time, Voldemort's eyes also looked over, he is surprised by both the disappearance of the muggle girl, and Harry Potter still being alive, and well until now.

Harry was right, Voldemort really did not have the courage to cast a Killing Curse against Harry, he was worried about the nightmare of thirteen years ago, so he tried the method of torturing Harry with a Cruciatus Curse, both to show his authority, and not to worry about the spell rebound.

Apart from the death of Felix Hap thing, everything that happened tonight is not as good as it should be.

Voldemort remained silent, looking for someone to find his "embarrassment", and take the initiative to help him solve the trouble, Harry Potter. Barty Crouch Jr. ... Lucius Malfoy ... they both could guess what he was thinking in the past.

The sound of subtle footsteps rang out, no less than a thunderclap in the silent night. Hermione came running out from behind the huge redwood tree -

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron rejoiced, they knew the way the time-turner works. Harry had been worried that the time-turner was affected by Barty Crouch Jr.'s spell, but now Hermione's presence meant she had succeeded.

"Hermione, Professor he-" Harry was just about to ask when he was suddenly knocked back by a surge of power from her, and Hermione's body began to blossom with a dazzling golden light. Her appearance is rapidly ageing ... no, He should say growing up, she seems to have aged ten years at once, but in the next second, she reverted back to her original form as if everything before was an illusion.

"Ka-da!"

The time-turner on her chest shattered.

"It's time--" Barty Crouch Jr. cried out, a great sense of crisis flooded his heart, and he absolutely trusted his senses, "My Lord save-- "

At the same time, Voldemort advanced to move out of place. He stood high on a hillock just in time to see a black lightning bolt run through Barty Crouch Jr.'s skull - and he was dead.

"Felix Hap!" He looked around in horror, "Where is it?"

He saw Felix. Barty Crouch Jr.'s face looked more like a ghost, a vengeful ghost, than a real person. Felix's whole body is covered with dense strange lines, his body eerily glowed and looked colourful.

"Profe-essor?" Ron's jaw dropped, the professor's face looked completely demonic, and at first glance, he appeared more haunting than the Voldemort nearby.

"It's me." Felix grinned, his teeth are also made of runes, and Ron even recognized one or two of them.

"Put your hand on my arm." Felix said. As he spoke, a large number of points of light came from all directions and filled his body. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did as they were told at the same time, and then Felix held out his other hand and a wand fell into it.

He looked around, the Death Eaters have avoided his gaze. Only Voldemort looked at him from above, his expression looked unfathomable, Felix laughed, you're scared silly, right?

He directly cast an apparition and disappeared from the graveyard.

In the next second, Felix, Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared outside the Maze tower's temporary tent.

"Professor, you really did it! Resurrected from the dead - oh my god!" Hermione shouted in surprise, and Harry and Ron are also filled with joy.

Felix smiled at them and suddenly fell back weakly.

"Professor-"

"Professor Hap!"

"Professor--"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione shouted at the same time. At this moment, the Maze Tower inside and outside has become chaotic.

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