Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 392, Section 386: The same tricks won't work on me, Voldemort!

"Ha! Ri! Po! Te!"

Looking at that figure, Voldemort didn't know whether to be happy or excited.

He had only come to kill the most promising child of the Borns family, to eliminate the threat and vent his anger, but he never expected that the 'enemy' he had killed countless times in his dreams would actually deliver himself to his door.

What a pleasant surprise!

Not only Voldemort, but even Amelia was stunned.

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

Did they summon a Harry Potter?

Although it was this boy who killed Voldemort more than ten years ago, Amelia did not believe that Harry, who was just a baby, could have done that.

If you try again, you'll most likely be killed.

Why did Carlo give me this?

In a moment, Amelia thought about many things, but finally came to a conclusion.

"Oh no! We absolutely cannot let Harry Potter die here."

The news that Harry Potter died at Voldemort's hands was enough to ignite public opinion and plunge the entire wizarding world back into its darkest hour.

Amelia wanted to leave with Harry immediately, but her wand was broken, and she herself was also seriously injured. She struggled several times but could not get up and could only watch helplessly as Voldemort made his move.

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

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

He could almost see the whole world trembling beneath his feet.

The next step was quickly planned out.

Kill Potter first, then eliminate Dumbledore.

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

There was just a big black ball between Harry and Voldemort.

"Senior Tom, it seems you've forgotten how to break the Killing Curse."

Cockroach balls, cockroach balls again!

That familiar teasing style both surprised and angered Voldemort.

"You're not Harry Potter!"

He roared angrily. The cockroach ball reminded him of some bad memories. An organ that was no longer there was throbbing with pain like a phantom limb.

Another green light was swallowed up, unsurprisingly, by the small beetles that filled the insect class, Blattodea order, and Blattodea family.

His furious state was a stark contrast to the dark lord who had easily defeated Amelia earlier.

"Correct answer, Senior Tom, my brother isn't here."

Harry Potter's body began to transform rapidly, and in no time he turned from a rugby player into a giant over two meters tall.

Dursley?

Amelia recognized the boy; he was the youngest member of the Wizengamot in history.

Dudley Dursley.

There was no way she could forget such a striking figure.

"Sand and stones flying everywhere!"

Dudley drew his wand with incredible speed and tapped it around the room, causing a series of explosions. The wooden floor couldn't withstand such magic; sawdust mixed with dust filled the entire room, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"You think this will block my view?"

Voldemort stared at Dudley with his blood-red eyes. Although his eyes weren't exactly eagle eyes, they had been magically modified, and the mere dust couldn't obstruct his vision. He was about to habitually unleash another Avada Kedavra on him when he abruptly stopped in front of the pile of black spheres.

"A foolish little trick!"

Voldemort sneered.

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

Who is Tom? During his early school years, all the professors who interacted with him unanimously praised him as exceptionally gifted and incredibly intelligent (and he truly is now).

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

What are insects most afraid of?

"Raging flames!"

Voldemort twitched his knuckles, and magic erupted from his fingertips.

Instantly, it summoned raging flames, the terrifying energy of which devoured the cockroach ball, filling the air with the smell of protein.

Question: What happens when dust comes into contact with an open flame?

The moment Voldemort summoned the flames, Dudley grabbed Amelia and ran towards the window, shouting as he ran.

"Explosions are art!"

"Boom!"

A surge of intense energy immediately rose up and devoured everything, a massive firelight illuminated the entire house, and Voldemort's roar echoed through the sky.

Voldemort emerged from the house, now reduced to a mere frame, his face dark with rage. He bore no injuries from the explosion, only his clothes were now tattered.

"The second time."

Voldemort slowly exhaled, his eyes filled with rage, and a wisp of black smoke drifted from his mouth.

This was the second time that Dali had escaped unscathed from his clutches.

"Lucius, let's go."

Voldemort, his face grim, spoke to the dumbfounded Lucius.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magic Duli had used to cause the explosion, that he could pull such a stunt right under his nose.

Could it be alchemy? This is the only thing Voldemort isn't very familiar with.

It's not Voldemort's fault. He was indeed very intelligent, and he possessed a lot of magical knowledge, but he only studied magic and not science.

It would be the same if another wizard came.

They suffered purely from a lack of education.

Lucius was very honest and didn't ask a single question, obediently following behind Voldemort the whole time.

Meanwhile, Dudley led 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 somewhat, and she was at least able to perform some simple movements.

It will take at least one more night to fully recover.

"Ms. Amelia, you are an excellent director, and I do not want to see you persecuted by Senior Tom."

That's what Dali said.

"Isn't that the Black Demon King? Shouldn't he have died over a decade ago? Why is he here?"

Amelia had so many questions to ask.

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

"He didn't die more than ten years ago, or more accurately, he wasn't completely dead. For the past ten years, he's been in a state of being half-dead and half-alive. He tried to be resurrected, tried various methods, and finally, not long ago, he officially recovered his health."

Dali gave a brief description, then said, "Your brother, daughter, and son have been waiting inside for a long time. I imagine they must be very anxious. Let's go inside and discuss any issues you may have."

Amelia then realized that, without them noticing, they had arrived at a secluded manor.

She stared in astonishment at the name engraved on the manor.

"Is this... Carlo Manor?"

(End of this chapter)