Chapter 1713: ? 2nd Demon King

Latest URL: I don’t know if Voldemort hasn’t spoken to anyone for too long, or if he has a strange interest in Harry. While waiting for the Death Eaters to gather here, the noseless demon kept chattering to Harry.
It is said that this is the cemetery of Little Hangleton, his mother's hometown, Gunter's mansion is in the forest over there, and his father's home, Riddle Manor is on a hill on the other side of the town.
He also said that at the feet of Potter was the old Riddle's cemetery, and that this man brought half of Voldemort's Muggle blood, and at the same time he abandoned his mother, causing little Tom to grow up in an orphanage.
So Voldemort later killed his father, then planted his uncle and killed the Gunter family in Azkaban.
Voldemort described the pleasure of revenge, and also hinted that Potter would not live long, and now only waited for the audience to arrive.
Although Harry wanted to spit at him or refute something, he still had coal in his mouth.
Soon, many people in robes arrived here through Apparition. At first they cowered behind different tombstones, but they soon bowed to Voldemort.
The Dark Lord stopped communicating with Harry, as if very dissatisfied with the performance of the Death Eaters in the past ten years, beat them with words, and then tortured a person with a Heartbreaking Charm in public. The arm recovers.
Both grace and power, he once again used fear and worship to master these people.
However, he also praised Mr. Malfoy by name and was very happy about the chaos he caused in the Quidditch World Cup. He said that he had temporarily obtained a body through Nagini’s venom and unicorn blood, but unfortunately there was no way. Go personally.
Not only to Harry, but also to his followers.
I sighed with emotion that a few people did not come today, and hinted that they were alive soon, Voldemort announced his next plan, and promised that after defeating Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, everyone will receive a reward beyond imagination. .
The Dark Lord also used the Heartbreaking Curse on Harry who was tied to the tombstone, and tortured him with a big laugh, in order to show everyone that he was much stronger than Potter. The death curse that rebounded unexpectedly last time does not mean what.
Finally, the meeting came to today's theme, revenge and massacre.
Voldemort ordered Wormtail to untie Harry and return the boy's wand. He wanted to spend the fourteen years he had wasted with Harry in a performance wizard duel.
It is indeed of a performance nature, just like a lion cannibalism in an arena, and it is as ornamental as it is.
"Bow!" Voldemort pointed at Harry with his magic wand: "I said let you bow to me!"
While speaking, he directly manipulated Harry to bow to himself, just like manipulating a marionette.
The Death Eaters laughed, and he nodded at Harry as a courtesy.
Harry panicked. The spells he knew were not suitable for such close combat. In her dream, his mother didn't tell herself that she would meet Voldemort!
Does she want to let herself go to the underworld to accompany her? Or is this beyond her scope?
But thinking that those were no longer useful. He was surrounded by Death Eaters. Only him and Voldemort were in the center of the venue. Harry felt it was hard to escape today.
Surrender and seek mercy? This is not Gryffindor's style, and the boy raised his wand, intending to compete with Voldemort with magic such as disarming spell.
However, Voldemort just flicked his wand, a cloud of viscous liquid-like green light hit Harry accurately, and there was no reaction time. The boy's eyes went black, and he fell down in pain with his chest, kicking, no Moved.
Avadaso fate, the irresistible death magic, so accurately hit the boy who survived.
Harry suddenly felt that everything around him was light and light, and he should be dead.
But the next second, when he felt the pain that his whole body was falling apart, he realized that he was not dead by accident, maybe it was his mother's love that saved him.
He decided to pretend to be dead. After all, there are too many Death Eaters here, and everyone spitting at him might be able to drown him.
"Lucius, go and examine the body."
Voldemort's voice came unexpectedly, and he ordered the Malfoy Patriarch to see if Potter was completely dead.
After all, the last time he was defeated by Harry as a baby, Voldemort was more cautious this time.
Harry felt that his limbs were stiff. Hearing the rubbing of his robe and the sound of footsteps approaching, he squeezed his wand tightly, wondering if he should try it again?
However, his injury seemed to slow down his thinking. Before he could make any decision, Mr. Malfoy had already squatted down beside him.
Harry could feel a cold hand groping on his chest, and he knew that his heart was beating like a drum now. He opened his eyes and saw Mr. Malfoy staring at him.
Long golden hair hangs down to cover the middle-aged man’s face, and the people around him can’t see Lucius’s expression. Harry can only see him leaning down as if to check if he is completely breathless, with almost no mouth. Whisper like moving.
"Lie down."
Before Harry knew what was going on, the middle-aged man had taken Harry's wand and stood up, shouting loudly.
"Master, he is dead!"
"Heh!" Voldemort raised his hands and walked around the ring like a boxing ring winner. He kept nodding to the audience, showing off his strength: "Very good, now let us go... ..."
But at this moment, a blue flame suddenly exploded in the crowd, and the soaring pillar of fire rolled in the air and rushed into the sky, forming a phoenix-like shape.
It spread its wings and swooped directly across the crowd. Dozens of unsuspecting Death Eaters were like burning rags, twisted and swayed in the blue ghost fire, and changed silently. Became ashes.
Then ~EbookFREE.me~ another evil voice came from the darkness. The voice was not high, but it seemed to slip into everyone's mind: "Sorry, kids from the Gunter family, where are you going today? No more."
A middle-aged man with short blonde hair and a beautiful windbreaker walked out of the darkness, playing with a magic wand in his hand.
He seemed to regard all the Death Eaters present as nothing, his chin lifted slightly, just watching Voldemort in the crowd calmly.
Harry, lying on the ground, couldn't see people, only heard voices, but just like this, he could feel that people came as if they were not afraid of the Dark Lord at all, and even looked down upon Voldemort.
Then, he heard a sharp voice from Voldemort, like it was squeezed out of his throat or between his teeth.
"Grindelwald!"
"Yes, it seems that many of you still remember me." Grindelwald's wand was lightly tapped in his hand, and he nodded slightly to the shocking Death Eaters around him, with a reserved smile on his face: " I'm very happy, let's talk, how do you want to die?"