Free Web NovelChapter 856: Chapter 227: Three Failures
At the moment Voldemort’s murderous intent surged, Harry suddenly swung his wand:
"Expelliarmus!"
Red light shot out, but Voldemort casually flicked his wand, and the cauldron that helped him resurrect bounced up from the ground, blocking the Disarming Spell.
As the cauldron exploded, Harry hurriedly ran in front of Vid, using his body to shield him, and bravely shouted, "Don’t touch him! Your opponent is me, Voldemort!"
Voldemort slowly turned, his red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.
"Ah... Potter," he said softly, "I almost forgot... the main course tonight is you..."
"Great!" Harry retorted, "I thought the grand Dark Lord only bullied children!"
At this moment, he actually wanted to run away or at least shut up and stop provoking, but a mysterious courage encouraged him to say things he never dared to imagine.
It was as if standing in front of him was not one of the most evil dark wizards in history, but Dudley leading a gang of goons.
Harry could even feel the surrounding Death Eaters staring at him with incredibly astonished eyes, as if they were looking at a Motra Rat suddenly speaking human language.
He quickly glanced behind him, seeing Vid’s round eyes watching him, with a curious gaze as if looking at a stranger and a child’s simple dependence.
Harry felt courage constantly welling up from within, as if it would never run dry. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
He knew he might die, because in front of him were Voldemort and a dozen Death Eaters, and he was isolated and helpless.
But at this moment, his heart contained no fear of death, only one simple thought—
He must not surrender to Voldemort; even if he were to die, he must die standing like his father and use his life to protect the child beside him like his mother!
Harry gripped his wand tightly, his gaze fixed on the terrifying-looking Voldemort opposite him.
"Ha!"
Voldemort laughed in anger, his cracked mouth and bulging neck veins forming a bizarre image.
Before he could speak, the Death Eaters surrounding them started to roar eagerly, impatiently wanting to show their loyalty in front of their master—
"Master, let me teach him a lesson!"
"Ignorant brat, I’ll make you taste the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Foolish Potter, you can only relish this moment now! Soon, you’ll be on your knees, begging for mercy like a dog!"
Voldemort slowly raised his hand, and the Death Eaters immediately hushed, but Vid turned his head and glanced at them, his gaze a bit strange.
—These guys, even when they’re eager to show loyalty, don’t forget to disguise their voices.
Vid felt Voldemort had surprising tolerance to put up with such a group of subordinates.
The youth slightly moved his wrist, his fingers resting on the armrest, concentrating in his mind on imagining the transformation of the chains on his body.
Subconsciously, he felt it was feasible.
Just as Voldemort was about to speak, Vid felt a faint movement in his heart, faintly sensing a magical force flowing at his fingertips.
"Pop!"
As if an invisible soap bubble suddenly burst, the iron ring shackling his right hand distorted and transformed, expanding two sizes, allowing Vid to easily pull his hand out.
He looked at the tattooed woman standing not far away and the golden teapot she held, then concentrated on the iron ring on his left wrist while paying attention to the confrontation between Voldemort and Harry.
"Harry Potter..." Voldemort dragged out his words, "You are always so... surprising. But soon, you’ll understand—provoking me is the biggest mistake of your life."
He glanced around the surrounding Death Eaters, looked at the badge lens on Vid’s chest, then fixed his red eyes tightly on Harry.
The scar on Harry’s forehead suddenly came with a burning pain, the intense agony nearly made him scream, and the rebuttal he was about to say turned into a muffled groan.
"The world says Harry Potter is my nemesis, right?"
Voldemort’s tone was eerily calm, even appearing particularly honest, as he said:
"Indeed, I failed twice because of him... or maybe three times?"
A faint disturbance arose among the Death Eaters. Of course, they didn’t have the courage to whisper under the Dark Lord’s watchful eyes, but their body’s movements and the exchange of glances were enough to show their inner turmoil.
In the audience where the camera couldn’t reach and among countless wizards at home watching the Flow Mirror, there erupted a noisy discussion.
It’s well known, even Harry’s parents haven’t defeated Voldemort three times; they only escaped from Voldemort’s grasp thrice, and that was already remarkable.
Voldemort did not hide his failure; he even smiled and said:
"The first time, you all know—on the night I lost my magic power and body—I intended to kill him, and his mother sacrificed herself to stand in front of him, granting him a sort of protection."
"I admit I completely underestimated this possibility... I couldn’t touch this boy."
Everyone watched him, even the ever-lowering head Death Eaters couldn’t resist lifting their eyes, intently listening to the unknown story of that night.
Harry’s wand trembled incessantly, his eyes involuntarily reddened.
Voldemort gazed at his pale, slender fingers, lamenting:
"When I was about to kill him, the spell bounced back... the pain of death surpassed everything, friends. I was forced to separate from my body, but my soul remained in this world because I had already conquered death in a peculiar way."
For a moment, countless people’s faces turned ashen.
Even the great Merlin had never heard of conquering death, but here Voldemort could die and come back to life.
Almost every peace-loving wizard felt despair—
What way is there to completely destroy an immortal person?
He could fail a hundred times... a thousand times... but he would always return even stronger!
At this rate, the world would eventually be shrouded in his terrifying rule, and not even Dumbledore could continuously stop him!
People couldn’t help but speculate: perhaps this is why Voldemort didn’t embellish his failures?
Because his defeats weren’t entirely disgraceful; rather, they were proof of his invincibility!
"The second time... four years ago."
After a moment’s pause, Voldemort continued: "I controlled a Hogwarts professor to help me steal the Philosopher’s Stone hidden in the school, but the plan was foiled by Harry Potter again."
