Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 320 Voldemort!
Today's game was really boring for Harry. After starting, Harry felt as if there was some kind of force guiding him in the direction of progress.

And with the blessing of this power, he arrived at the Tri-Power Cup almost unscathed.

This was different from what Harry had expected. In Harry's opinion, this race should be the most dangerous, but now he reached the finish line so easily.

This made him hesitate when facing the trophy, and he began to wonder if the trophy in front of him was a trap.

It seemed as if God had heard Harry's thoughts, and the following game immediately became tense and exciting.

First, Mike jumped out and said that the trophy was tampered with, then Hagrid came out and attacked Mike with the Killing Curse, and finally Mike said that the Hagrid who was holding his hand was a fake!
Isn’t this too exciting?

Harry looked at Hagrid with horror. He was a little different from usual and his body was shaking constantly. Deep down, he was more willing to believe what Mike said. After all, what he said made sense.

But the current situation seems to be something that he doesn't believe anyone can solve.

Not far away, Mike slowly stood up and had already activated the brain occlusion technique. The fall just now was quite heavy. Even though he rested for a while in the mud, his right leg was still aching.

Mike silently pointed his wand at Hagrid and said as he stretched his injured right leg:
"You must be Barty Crouch Jr., right? It was you who killed old Mr. Crouch, and it was you who used the Imperius Curse to control Krum, right?"

Facing Mike's raised wand, Hagrid pulled Harry in front of him, as if he wanted to use Harry as a shield, but the funny thing was that he obviously ignored his own size, and Harry's thin body could not block his huge body at all.

Then, after hearing Mike's question, the grim smile on Hagrid's face froze for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth widened even further.

"Hahaha! You are worthy of me! McTominay! I have to say, you are indeed a genius. If you were not born of Muggle descent but pure blood... No! Even if you were just a mixed-blood, I would not hesitate to recommend you to my great master!" Little Barty said with a grin, hooking his arm around Harry's neck, "But it is obvious that your talent is not good enough! McTominay! I win this competition!"

After saying that, Barty Jr. grabbed Harry's hand and reached for the Triwizard Cup!

Mike's eyes suddenly focused, he stomped his feet on the ground, and at the same time, the fire spell that had been prepared long ago burst out from his wand and turned into a powerful flame that hit Mike's back, providing him with power.

In a flash, Mike was like a flaming arrow, flying towards Little Barty and Harry with a sound of breaking wind!

At this time, Barty Jr. and Harry finally grabbed the Triwizard Cup.

With the Triwizard Cup as the center, the surrounding space, including Harry and Barty Jr. beside the Triwizard Cup, suddenly distorted as if a swimming pool was being filled with water.

Looking at Mike who was flying towards him and estimating his flying speed, the smile on little Batty's twisted face became more and more teasing.

However, his smile quickly disappeared.

Because Mike in mid-air actually used the fire spell again, and this time the power of the fire spell he used was even greater. The terrifying recoil force provided by the amazing flames and explosions immediately acted on Mike, making him frown and almost cry out in pain, while also increasing his speed again!

Finally, under the twisted and terrified expression of little Batty, Mike's hand touched the edge of the trophy at the moment when the Triwizard Cup disappeared!
“Puff, puff!”

As the sound of firecrackers exploding rang out, Mike, Little Batty and the other two, along with the Triwizard Cup, all disappeared into the maze!

……

After a dizzying moment, the three of them appeared in an open space again.

The spatial transfer of the door key obviously did not eliminate Mike's inertia of charging. Poor Mike fell out again and plowed a deep mark on the ground before he stopped.

This time Mike did not choose to lie down and rest for a while. He quickly got up, took out a bottle of healing potion prepared by Benjamin from the Traceless Stretching Spell bag and drank it.

The medicine took effect quickly. Feeling a warm current flowing through his body, Mike raised his head and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This should be a cemetery. The ground was overgrown with weeds, and among the tall weeds Mike could vaguely see some broken tombstones.

Seeing this, Mike couldn't help but feel fortunate. If he had hit those tombstones while sliding just now, his injuries would probably not be able to be cured by a bottle of healing potion.

The half-moon still hangs in the sky, pouring its moonlight onto the earth beneath it.

From Mike's perspective, there was a small hill just below the crescent moon, and on the hillside stood an exquisite old house!
The Riddle House!

Mike recognized the identity of the old house almost instantly, and his heartbeat accelerated. Although there were some accidents along the way, he finally arrived at this place!

The place of rebirth carefully prepared by Voldemort!

A smile appeared on Mike's face, which looked a little disheveled because it was covered with some mud.

At the same time, Barty Jr. and Harry, who were still holding the trophy not far away, finally got up from the ground.

As soon as he stood up, Barty grabbed Harry's neck tightly again. At the same time, he picked up the wand and looked at Mike vigilantly.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

At this moment, the sound of grass being trampled was suddenly heard. Mike looked and saw a short figure walking towards him with difficulty on the tall weeds. It seemed that the figure was holding something in his arms.

Although the figure walked with difficulty, his speed was extremely fast, and he came close to the three people in a short while.

It seemed that he had not expected to see so many people. The figure was obviously startled when he saw Mike and others.

Then he was seen holding a large cloth bag in one hand and hurriedly taking out a magic wand from his pocket with the other hand, pointing at little Barty and then at Mike.

"Idiot! That big guy is Little Barty!"

A strange, sharp and hoarse voice came out from the cloth bag that the man was holding, and upon hearing this voice, little Batty suddenly became excited.

"Master! I knew you would come back! I have been waiting for you to lead us back to the top for so many years!"

"Oh! Little Barty, my most loyal servant, I'm glad that you have never left. Please believe me, after I am reborn..." Hearing this, Mike smiled.

Little Batty's words "master" have already revealed the identity of the person in the arms of the short and fat figure.

Voldemort!
Fully implementing the strategy of striking first, Mike didn't say anything, took back his blackthorn wand, took out Krum's wand, and directly cast a killing curse at the short and fat figure.

The short and fat figure obviously did not expect that Mike would attack him without saying a word. In panic, he yelled "Avada Kedavra!" and shot out a green light to block Mike's attack.

Under the illumination of the pale green light, Mike finally saw the true face of the short and fat figure.

That person was Peter Pettigrew, who had long been declared dead by the Ministry of Magic!

In a flash, two spells shining with ominous light collided with each other, shooting out countless green light spots and plasma in the air!
However, the power of Peter's killing curse in panic was obviously not as strong as Mike's. Almost in an instant, Mike's killing curse went against Peter's killing curse!

Voldemort's scream rang out again from Peter's arms, but the voice was no longer as domineering as when he talked to little Barty before. Instead, it was filled with panic!
"No! Avada Kedavra!"

Another pale green light came from little Barty's magic wand, but Mike was not panicked at all. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

'Silent and Wandless Spell - Multicast - Earth Spike!'

As Mike's fingers moved slightly, a stone wall rose up in front of Little Barty and Harry without warning, and Little Barty's hateful attack actually hit the stone wall directly.

"boom!"

A huge explosion was heard from the stone wall. The powerful recoil and flying rocks all hit Little Barty and Harry, knocking them flying far away.

Mike saw the whole scene out of the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face became even more intense. After suffering such a serious injury, it would take a while for little Barty to recover, and this short period of time was enough for him to capture Voldemort alive!

Thinking of this, Mike desperately drove his magic power, and a magical light that seemed to be tangible flashed from his body, and then transformed into an ominous green light through the magic wand. In an instant, the green light became brighter again!
Peter on the opposite side was almost scared silly when he saw this scene. His eyes kept moving, sometimes looking at Voldemort in his arms, sometimes looking at the Killing Curse that was about to be unstoppable, as if he wanted to use Voldemort to block the bullet.

At this moment, a hoarse whisper came from Peter's arms again.

That was a language that was completely incomprehensible to humans. It was a sound that only existed in the deepest part of human nightmares. Mike could not describe the specific feeling when he heard that sound, but ever since that sound entered his ears, an uncontrollable fear swept through his consciousness, making his whole body stiff, and the killing curse that was being maintained naturally dissipated.

Mike's body was shaking uncontrollably. He looked at the swaddling baby in Peter's arms with horror. He really didn't expect that Voldemort still possessed such power!

"kill him!"

The hoarse voice sounded again, but this time it was changed to a language that humans could understand, and there was a strong sense of weariness in the tone.

Upon hearing this voice, Peter, who had survived the disaster and was standing there in a daze, was awakened.

He looked at the trembling Mike in front of him with a grim smile and slowly raised his wand!
How do people react when they are extremely scared?
This was a question Mike once asked his psychiatrist out of boredom.

I still remember the doctor's answer at that time:
Most people will become numb and unable to move when they are in extreme fear. A small number of people will make an instinctive judgment and turn around and run. Only a very small number of people will go crazy and fight with the opponent!

And Mike is exactly one of the very few!

"Hooo!"

A roar that was not like a human voice came from Mike's throat, and his stiff and trembling arms suddenly moved. A scarlet flame containing some kind of black energy was thrown out from the magic wand as his arm swung. Before it hit the ground, it turned into a ferocious fire snake and pounced towards Peter!
The fire snake swelled in the wind, and the devil flame containing the power of curse madly burned everything around it, weeds, rocks, soil and even the air, everything turned to ashes under the scorching heat and turned into power that was fed back to the fire snake itself.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the fire snake that was only a few meters long turned into a huge fire python that was more than ten meters long!

The only thing that remains unchanged is the direction it is heading, which is still Peter and Voldemort!
Mike's body was still shaking, but his expression was extremely ferocious, and his scarlet eyes contained endless madness and rage!

Peter, who was not far away, screamed the moment he saw the python appear. He threw the swaddling clothes in his hand and disappeared in the cemetery with a burst of crackling firecrackers!

He escaped!

He could vaguely hear Voldemort's terrified and hoarse voice, but at this moment Mike no longer had the intention of capturing him alive!

The power displayed by Voldemort was unexpectedly strong. The language that he had never heard of seemed to possess a mysterious power that could actually evoke the deepest fear in his heart.

To be on the safe side, Voldemort cannot be kept alive!

"Die!"

A strong murderous intent emanated from Mike's body. As if sensing the powerful will of his master, Krum's wand in Mike's hand suddenly trembled.

This magic wand was born specifically for combat. It can be said that fighting and killing are the meaning of its existence!
What's more, its current owner, Mike, is about to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world, Voldemort!

How could they not be excited!
The World-Destroying Fire Python has come close to Voldemort. It seems to have some kind of intelligence. With its snake head raised high, the scarlet vertical pupils made of fierce fire are looking at the weak creature in front of it with sarcasm.

Suddenly, it moved.

I saw it slowly lowering its hideous snake head, like a vicious predator playing with its prey, wanting to bring the prey in front of it into endless fear.

Mike, who was holding up his wand not far away, suddenly frowned.

Using an unfamiliar magic wand reduced his control over the Fiendfyre a lot, and the magic python made of Fiendfyre in front of him was already a little out of control.

He steadied his mind and increased his mental power output again.

A trace of human-like pain appeared in the eyes of the python. It looked at its master with ill intent, and then, without hesitation, it opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards the prey in front of it!
However, at this moment, an accident occurred.

(End of this chapter)