I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 319: To deal with Voldemort, you just need to talk dirty
As a master of duelling, Voldemort certainly would not be made a fool of himself by Harry's little trick. His Shield Charm was extremely strong, and the Disarming Charm only made it flash twice.

Harry, who had suffered a lot in the mirror world, was far from being the weak version of Harry in the original book who was defeated by Voldemort without any ability to fight back. Seeing that the spell didn't work, he cast two Disarming Charms - it's not that he didn't consider the dark magic, but considering his own situation and magical proficiency, he still chose the Disarming Charm that he was best at.

What comes easily is the best, and he still remembers Louis's teachings.

Voldemort's pair of cruel red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light. He was very satisfied with Harry's fighting ability. While using his wand to remove Harry's spell, he shouted excitedly with his teeth bared: "Yes, that's it, that's it! Only then will you deserve a title similar to mine, the Boy-Who-Lived!"

Compared to torturing a powerless weakling, he was more looking forward to subduing Harry, who had good resistance ability.

The more Harry resisted, the more excited Voldemort became. As the Dark Lord, he would of course hope that his opponent was stronger. There was no honor in killing a weak chicken that had no power to resist - after all, he was a Slytherin, and a very extreme one at that.

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

Harry instantly cast an Shield Charm and a Disarming Charm. Voldemort quickly cast the spell and the Disarming Charm flew out, but this time it was unlucky and hit Crabbe who was watching nearby. Crabbe screamed and flew out, his body hit the tombstone heavily and fell to the ground, he curled up and disappeared.

It must have hurt terribly.

“The power of the spell is good, but is this all you can do?” Voldemort shouted loudly, and stretched out his hand to stop the Death Eaters who were surrounding him and wanted to help: “Everyone, step back, he is mine, step back!”

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

"Now it's my turn, Harry, surrender before me!" Voldemort laughed strangely: "Imperio! (Soul out of the body)"

Suddenly, Harry felt as if there were no thoughts in his mind. This was the first time in his life that he had such a feeling. How happy he was. He didn't have to think. He seemed to be floating and dreaming...

"Give in, Harry, you can't resist him...just say it...this is your fate..." There seemed to be a persuasive voice in his mind bewitching him.

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

"Tell him, 'Fuck you'!"

"Submit... This is your fate..."

"Fuck you..."

"Submit... This is your fate..."

"Fuck you!" These words burst out of Harry's mouth, echoing over the graveyard, not counting the toast. The dream state suddenly disappeared, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head - the pain left by the Cruciatus Curse returned in full force - and he regained awareness of where he was and what was in front of him.

Voldemort's face changed. After he became famous, he was feared and respected wherever he went. But today, he was scolded for the first time, and the scolding was so direct and so harsh.

What he could not accept the most was that the one who scolded him was such a young boy. The Death Eaters also stopped laughing. No matter what, they would not laugh at a boy who could break free from the Imperius Curse cast by the Dark Lord himself.

"You refuse to surrender? Harry, it's fine if you refuse to surrender, but you're actually rude... I'm going to teach you the virtue of obedience before you die. Maybe it will be a little painful?" Voldemort had a grim expression, as if he wanted to swallow Harry completely.

"You will die with regret and humiliation like your incompetent father and that mudblood mother!" Voldemort shouted grimly and cruelly.

"At least my father is not a Muggle who can't even do magic!" Harry retorted loudly. As the main force of Slytherin who often engages in verbal battles, Harry certainly knows what it means to be extremely foul-mouthed and simply enjoy it.

When Voldemort heard this, his face changed. He never expected that Harry would have the leisure to speak ill of him.

But Harry's foul mouth doesn't end there.

"You said my mother was a mudblood, but at least my mother was a wizard, and your father was nothing but a Muggle!" Harry continued to act like a madman.

Voldemort was extremely furious, his face was ashen, and his defense was completely broken. The Death Eaters around him lowered their heads and dared not say a word, not even to look at him, for fear that Voldemort would take his anger out on them.

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was prepared, and with the agility he had acquired in Quidditch games and in the mirror world, he dove to the side and rolled behind the marble tombstone. The spell missed, but he heard the tombstone crack.

"We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry, and I don't have time to argue with you," Voldemort said coldly. The cold voice was getting closer and closer. The Death Eaters stood still. "You can't hide from me. Does this mean that you are tired of our duel? Do you want me to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry... Come out and duel... It will be quick... Even without pain... I don't know... After all, I have never tasted death..."

Harry curled up behind the tombstone. He knew that everything was over. Louis's delay might mean that he hadn't discovered anything wrong with the Goblet of Fire yet. He made up his mind. He couldn't leave today anyway, so what if he had to carry these few dozen pounds? A dead man lives forever, and he would enjoy a simple foul mouth to the extreme before talking about anything else. So he leaned behind the tombstone, with a "Little Japanese Captain Yamazaki, listen" demeanor: "First of all, we are not that familiar, Tom, don't call me Harry directly, I will think you have some special fetish... Secondly, you are a liar. Are you saying that the dog that was killed by my mother's spell was not you?"

Harry's mentality was very calm now. No matter what, Voldemort would not let him go. He could just say something foul. What if he made Voldemort angry? Wouldn't that be a contribution to the anti-Voldemort cause?
"Go ahead with your words, Harry." Voldemort's face was grim and terrifying, and he cast a spell at the tombstone.

The tombstone exploded, and Harry seized the opportunity to shoot an Eye-Blindness Curse at Voldemort.

Harry's little trick was not worth mentioning. Voldemort sneered and removed the curse, but Harry recited a strange spell.

"MindBlast!"

Voldemort stood there for a moment as if struck by a heavy hammer. But even this moment of daze was enough, as Harry threw out an Expelliarmus and continued running to the next tombstone without looking back.

After all, Voldemort was an old devil who had experienced many battles. He was distracted for only a moment and then he came to his senses. 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 laughed cruelly. There were too many tombstones, and he could not tell where Harry was hiding, so he began to attack Harry mentally: "But what's the use? I finally broke the hole and caught James Potter, the rat, and you are about to follow in his footsteps!" Harry panted, he looked up at the sky, the dark clouds above him were really depressing him. In order to cheer himself up, he continued to shout: "That's better than sticking to the back of someone's head. What are you? Tom? Are you a facehugger? Or a hermit crab?"

It wouldn't matter if he didn't speak. Once he spoke, he would expose his position. Voldemort quickly locked onto him. He swung his wand and a spell flew out, but it hit a ripple.

"He is indeed a hermit crab, Harry."

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

"Aha, sorry to have kept you waiting. Leave the rest to us." Louis walked out of the void, and with him were Sirius and Snape.

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

Snape said nothing, but raised his wand.

"Is it just because of a woman? Severus? I feel so sorry for you..." Seeing that Snape didn't say anything, Voldemort continued to provoke him: "Do you know how helpless Lily looked when I killed her..."

What responded to him was an Avada Kedavra that glowed green.

It seemed that Snape was really angry.

"Professor is so handsome!" Louis cheered, then turned back to look at Harry and the others and said, "Get ready, I'll send you back..."

As he spoke, he began to cast spells with his left hand, using the Transfiguration Spell to turn the surrounding tombstones into stone men to deal with the group of Death Eaters. His right hand was not idle either, first sprinkling a handful of powder to send the really angry Snape back, and then sending Harry and Sirius away.

But he found that he didn't have enough ash.

"This is not the first time we meet, Tom." Louis was not panicked, but began to greet Voldemort.

Voldemort looked at him coldly. The Death Eaters around him were all entangled by the stone men and could not split themselves. Even the group of twisted servants were the same. He had heard of the name of this kid in front of him. He was said to be the next generation successor to Dumbledore. Some people said that he was more terrible than Dumbledore. Some people even said that he was actually the successor to Grindelwald.

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

“Louis, nice to meet you.” Voldemort narrowed his scarlet eyes and did not take action for the first time. “This should be our first official meeting…”

"Indeed, you were still clinging to Quirrell's head last time." Louis began to recall the past. "I still remember the day when Draco said I could cast the Shield Charm and you asked me to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for special training. That poor werewolf...alas..."

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

Voldemort was not angry, even though Louis had poked his lungs.

"Can I call you Tom?" Louis pinched the little thing in his pocket and said casually to Voldemort.

Voldemort smiled noncommittally, looked at Louis and said, "In fact, I also regret not killing you at the beginning. Otherwise, the danger could have been nipped in the bud."

"But you didn't, Tom. It's getting late. I think I should go back." Louis looked at his watch and took out the ashes from the space. He reminded him earnestly, "I know you are in contact with a powerful force, but what I want to advise you is... Stop it, Tom. It's not something you can control..."

"Don't worry about that, Louis. You should worry about your own situation." Voldemort laughed strangely and stretched out his hand to cast a spell at Louis.

Louis seemed to have not seen his spell, and let it hit him. Seeing Louis seemed to be frightened, Voldemort laughed wildly - but soon, he quacked like a duck with its throat pinched.

The spell hit Louis, a light blue halo flashed, and the spell disappeared like a drop in the ocean.

Louis waved at him with a smile, raised the ashes in his hand, and teleported back to the competition site at Hogwarts - he had not forgotten to take the Goblet of Fire with him.

He felt dizzy, and when the feeling disappeared, he had already appeared in Hogwarts, with the guest of honor seat next to him. Catherine was looking at him with concern.

When he appeared, the sound of music began to play, and it seemed that the band had confirmed that everyone had returned safely, and began to celebrate. Amos Diggory in the stands embraced Arthur Weasley, and the two laughed loudly. Amos's hand was pointing at Louis, and it was unknown what he was saying.

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

“That’s good…” Louis breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Catherine with concern: “Are you not hurt? Let me see?”

As he said this, he stretched out his Lushan claws towards Catherine's thigh, which was then knocked away by Catherine in anger.

"There are so many people around, and you are acting like a hooligan, right?" Catherine narrowed her eyes and acted like a head of a family. "Harry said you stayed there, and Aunt Emma was just suggesting whether we should go and rescue you."

"Will you go?" Louis asked curiously.

Catherine snorted lightly, and pinched Lewis’s cheeks with her slender fingers: “If a little scoundrel like you can live for ten thousand years, I won’t worry about you…”

(End of this chapter)