Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 407, Section 401: Another Fake Potter

Voldemort was certain that his seemingly casual wave just now was enough to neutralize the spell.

However, the truth is that the other party's curse hurt him instead.

As someone who was causing unrest throughout the wizarding world, Voldemort quickly realized the crux of the problem.

He did manage to neutralize it, but there was another curse within that curse, and it was that curse that hurt him.

A spell within a spell? A remarkably skillful technique.

Feeling the burning sensation on his shoulder, Voldemort glanced at the top of his black robe, where a noticeable darkening of the color was visible.

He rubbed it with his finger, looking at the little spots of crimson.

"Blood?"

It's been so many years, so many years since he last got injured. The last time he was injured was... it's been so long he can't even remember.

He only remembered that since he started using the identity of Voldemort, he had never suffered any harm whatsoever, not counting the pain he experienced during his magical transformation.

"Who?"

Voldemort turned around, wanting to know who had injured him, as he had never suffered such a loss even at Dumbledore's hands.

then

He saw

A person wearing glasses

A boy whose face was so familiar it couldn't be more so.

His face was etched into his mind like a curse.

"Potter?" Scrimgeour called out the boy's name before Voldemort could, his tone full of doubt.

They wondered why the famous Harry Potter would appear in the Ministry of Magic, why he would be mixed up with the Aurors, and why he would injure the Dark Lord, whom they and countless Aurors were helpless against.

Is it really true, as the rumors suggest, that Porter's abilities are unfathomable?

"Bullshit!"

With a casual swipe, the wound on his shoulder healed instantly, Voldemort sneered.

Potter? Harry Potter?

Do not!

Seeing that familiar smile on the other person's face, Voldemort knew that the boy in front of him could not possibly be Harry Potter.

Who is he?

Does this need to be said?

It's that one, of course.

Dursley, who disguised himself as Harry Potter each time, escaped from him twice, leaving him to suffer two injustices.

Harry Potter's cousin!

If Voldemort had to rank the people he hated most, then Dumbledore would be number one, and Dursley would be number two.

"Ava." Almost subconsciously, he wanted to give the other person a "biting melon" (a euphemism for being verbally abused), but he stopped himself abruptly.

Although Voldemort didn't invent the Killing Curse, it was his signature curse, striking fear into the hearts of countless people. If his opponent were to break it in front of so many people using such a disgusting and despicable method, it would undoubtedly be a blow to his reputation.

It not only injured him, but also broke his killing curse.

He didn't want to become a stepping stone for the other person's fame.

It seemed that they understood why the other party had appeared here.

"To become famous" means to become famous, just like those guys who escaped from him two or three times more than ten years ago and then went around making a big fuss and trying to attract attention.

We absolutely cannot let him succeed.

I, Voldemort, not only know the Killing Curse, but also many dark magic spells!

I must defeat him in the most perfect way!

"Falling apart!"

Voldemort raised his hand and cast a spell, aiming directly at Harry Potter—swift, ruthless, and precise.

This is a very ancient form of dark magic, which Voldemort learned in a secret chamber during his school days.

However, the opponent countered the spell.

反咒

"You went there too?"

Voldemort spoke without much surprise on his face; if he could find others, so could he.

Harry Potter didn't answer him, his face still bearing a smile that Voldemort found utterly irritating.

Incidentally, this curse wasn't left by Slytherin, but by Gryffindor.

Yes, it wasn't found in the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, and he made a rubbing motion with his hands, causing black and green light to flash continuously in his palms.

Some special spells are not always cast with a wand; special gestures and special pronunciations are the key. For example, the black-spotted spell that Voldemort used against Dumbledore was one of them, and the spell he is casting now is of the same type.

This is a very evil dark magic spell; Voldemort intended to kill the target.

"Poison Mist Curse"

However, Dumbledore would not stand idly by and let Voldemort do as he pleased.

"Hurricane Curse"

Dumbledore broke Voldemort's curse almost simultaneously, and the three of them attacked at the same time.

"Thunderous Explosion"

"Super-strong armor for protection"

"The Divine Edge Without a Shadow"

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The three exchanged blows several times in a very short period of time. Although Harry Potter was generally at a disadvantage, with Dumbledore's assistance, he managed to fight Voldemort to a standstill.

Voldemort's side was a veritable feast of spells, unleashing a constant barrage of unfamiliar dark magic. Harry Potter's side, on the other hand, only managed to cast one spell, "Eye of the Storm," but this spell proved incredibly effective, always seizing the perfect moment when the two giants of the underworld clashed, leaving several gashes on Voldemort's black robes.

To laymen who are not good at dueling or who cannot see the intricacies of the game, it is almost equivalent to 'Harry Potter' blocking Voldemort.

In another exchange of spells, Voldemort glanced at the large ice ball that had frozen the Death Eaters, then at Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

He had lost his patience and was no longer willing to continue the argument.

Hehehe

Voldemort didn't utter any harsh words, but simply swept his evil gaze across everyone present, as if trying to deeply imprint their faces in his mind. When his gaze finally landed on Dumbledore, or more precisely, swept over the hand holding the Elder Wand, a barely perceptible hint of joy crept into his heart.

I was so focused on the fight that I didn't notice anything.

Dumbledore was wearing a ring on his index finger, a familiar ring.

Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

The plan is about to succeed.

Voldemort, who had fought the greatest white wizard of the 20th century for more than half a century, knew very well that the only weakness of this former professor of Transfiguration was the 'family' he had never had.

He cares deeply about his family.

The family member she cared about most was already dead.

This was Voldemort's scheme against Dumbledore, a trap set to exploit Dumbledore's weaknesses.

"Now that you've already put it on, how long can you go without using it? And once you do... hehehe."

"Family, what a disgusting word."

This will become the sweetest poison in the world, pushing you step by step towards the abyss of death.

"My Professor Dumbledore!"

(End of this chapter)