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Chapter 863: Harry: You Won't Fool Me Again!
Chapter 863: Harry: You Won’t Fool Me Again!
Voldemort tucked the Invisibility Cloak into his robes and turned to Harry, who was standing there in a daze. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "We meet again, Potter, The Boy Who Lived! You have escaped from my grasp time and time again, but this time, you will not be so lucky..."
Under Voldemort’s piercing serpent eyes, Harry felt a wave of dizziness and his legs began to tremble. The lightning scar on his forehead throbbed painfully, eroding his last vestiges of sanity.
But even so, Harry summoned his courage and spoke up. "You won’t be victorious for long, Voldemort! Even if you kill me and Professor Dumbledore, others will rise to resist you!"
"Let me guess, who gave you such confidence? Is it Ivan Hals? The so-called Savior of Britain?" Harry’s words darkened Voldemort’s face, even twisting it in anger.
He glanced down at the Daily Prophet on the table, the front page showing a moving image of Ivan subduing a dragon during last year’s Triwizard Cup. Below the image, the headline read, "Britain’s Most Talented Wizard, the Future Hope of the Wizarding World — Ivan Hals."
Voldemort grew increasingly furious as he read. He waved his wand, turning the newspaper to ashes, then turned back to Harry, his voice filled with menace.
"I admit he is quite skilled, daring to mock the great Dark Lord! But his arrogance won’t last long. Once I obtain the final Deathly Hallow and gain power beyond life and death, I will repay him a hundredfold for the humiliation he has inflicted upon me!"
Humiliation? Mockery? Harry was utterly confused, unable to understand what Voldemort was talking about. He only vaguely grasped that the Dark Lord seemed to hate Ivan intensely but was powerless to stop him, thus desperately seeking powerful magical items to enhance his strength.
Voldemort, noticing Harry’s confusion, suddenly remembered that Harry likely did not know the true face behind Ivan Hals’s facade. A cold smile crept onto his lips. "Severus, why don’t you tell him how Dumbledore died!"
Snape hesitated for a moment but then spoke briefly. "Ivan Hals orchestrated Dumbledore’s death and framed the Dark Lord for it..."
"That’s impossible!" Harry interrupted loudly before Snape could finish. "Everyone in the Wizarding World knows that you and your followers killed Professor Dumbledore... There are many Aurors who can testify to it!"
"Of course they would say that. The entire Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet are under Ivan Hals’s control. He can blame Dumbledore’s death on anyone he chooses..." Voldemort said with a dark expression.
Perhaps finding a willing audience and relishing the idea of shattering Harry’s faith, Voldemort took his time, recounting all the grievances Ivan had inflicted upon him, as if venting his frustrations.
But Harry found it all utterly absurd.
Ivan Hals, his close friend of five years, was a cold-blooded Dark Wizard?
Three months ago, Ivan had disguised himself as Voldemort, leading a large group to storm the Ministry of Magic, killing the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and installing the current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, as a puppet, becoming the unseen master of all Britain?
Even the most outlandish Muggle author couldn't come up with a story like this!
So there was only one possibility: Voldemort and Snape were trying to deceive him, to sow discord between them. After the lessons from the previous two times, Harry would not fall for such a ridiculous lie again!
Not to mention that Professor Dumbledore's wand was now in Voldemort's possession, which only made Harry more convinced of his suspicions.
Voldemort rambled on, but to his surprise, Harry's expression showed no significant change.
Using Legilimency to read Harry's thoughts, Voldemort felt a sense of powerlessness. He was absolutely certain that Trelawney's Prophecy was nothing but nonsense, because his lifelong enemy could not possibly be such a fool!
"I've said it before, Potter's mind can't grasp anything too complex", Snape sneered, giving Harry a disdainful look before turning to Voldemort. "Master, I suggest you act quickly, just in case..."
Snape's gentle reminder was all it took. Voldemort understood his meaning. Though the Safe House was extremely secure, there was no guarantee that Ivan Hals couldn't get in, and even the smallest probability could not be ignored.
With that in mind, Voldemort no longer bothered to explain further to Harry. He had grown tired of this fated confrontation with the boy.
To Voldemort, Harry Potter was merely a stumbling block on his path. The one who truly deserved his attention and effort was Ivan Hals, the man who had brought him endless humiliation!
Harry glared at Snape with hatred, especially after the latter suggested that Voldemort kill him quickly. His resentment towards Snape reached its peak, but he could do nothing. He didn't even have a wand, which eliminated his last hope of escape.
"Farewell, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived!" Voldemort said casually, then lifted his wand.
As the tip of the wand glowed with a faint green light, Harry's scalp tingled with fear. The terror paralyzed him, and he stood frozen in place. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, like the drumbeat at a funeral.
At no other moment did Harry yearn for a miracle more. He imagined Ivan or Sirius Black bursting in from somewhere to save him, just like in the graveyard during their last duel...
But the miracle never came. Harry could only watch helplessly as Voldemort aimed his wand at him.
"Avada Kedavra~ (Avada Kedavra)"
Voldemort's voice echoed in Harry's ears, but he could no longer hear it. The green light came faster, instantly robbing him of everything. His body fell lifelessly to the ground.
Snape's face twitched as he watched Harry struck by the Killing Curse. His left fingernails dug into his flesh.
Fortunately, Voldemort didn't notice this, as his reaction was even more dramatic. The moment the curse hit Harry, it felt as if his brain had been smashed by a heavy hammer.
The pain that pierced his soul made Voldemort scream in agony. He clutched his head and stumbled back, then collapsed to the ground, motionless, as if dead.
(End of Chapter)
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