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Chapter 705: Evan and Harry vs. Voldemort
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:30:44 +0000 UTCWhat on earth was going on? At the most critical moment, Gabrielle suddenly became Evan.
Although he still looked like Gabrielle, with a delicate doll-like appearance, lovely temperament, and long silver hair like a waterfall, Harry believed that Gabrielle in front of him was Evan almost instantly.
In fact, he felt that it was more amazing than seeing Voldemort's resurrection. What happened today was really weird!
"Evan, you ..." Harry whispered.
"Listen to me, Harry!" Evan stopped him, and moved forward a little closer, making sure that no one else could hear them. "I’ll explain the details when we get back. You’ll use the Disarming Spell to fight Voldemort in a moment… don't be afraid, don't dodge… nothing will happen to you. It’s up to me to deal with the snake and the other Death Eaters. After you defeat Voldemort, you’ll come back to me, and I’ll take you away. Don't worry about Cedric, he’ll be fine."
"I… I can defeat Voldemort?" Harry murmured, avoiding Voldemort's terrible gaze.
"Believe in yourself, you have absolutely no problem!" Evan replied.
Indeed, the core of Harry and Voldemort's wands were from the same tail feather of the same Phoenix, which was Dumbledore’s phoenix, Fawkes.
Their wands were brothers and they didn’t function properly when facing one another.
Not to mention, because of the magical protection in the blood, Voldemort could not kill Harry at all now.
Evan was ready to let Voldemort realize that, make him defeat Harry as his primary goal after the resurrection, let him have doubts to find the hidden truth, instead of focusing on the power of the evil god, which could buy them time.
That was a good opportunity for Harry to fight against Voldemort and make him suspicious.
If anything went wrong, he was to use what Dumbledore had given him as an early warning.
Evan believed that with his current strength, it was perfectly possible to hold out for a while under Voldemort's hands and wait for Dumbledore to come.
"Don't stay there, Harry, we need to hurry up!" said Voldemort, bending a little, but keeping his snakelike face upturned to Harry. "Let's bow to each other, come, the niceties of the duel must be observed. Dumbledore would like you to show manners before you die. Bow to death, Harry!"
The Death Eaters were laughing again, and Voldemort's lipless mouth was smiling.
"I won't give in; I won't let you play with me!" Harry said firmly. He didn't bow, and after listening to Evan’s words, he felt inexplicably calmer.
He was determined to fight Voldemort. Although he would definitely lose, he was not going to let Voldemort play with him before killing him… he was not going to let him succeed...
"Play with you… really interesting!" Voldemort raised his wand. "I said, bow!"
Harry felt his spine curve as though a huge, invisible hand were bending him ruthlessly forward. The Death Eaters laughed harder than ever, watching the ‘funny’ scene.
Evan was silently calculating the distance, waiting for the fight between Harry and Voldemort to begin.
"Very good," said Voldemort softly, and as he raised his wand the pressure bearing down upon Harry lifted too. "And now you face me, like a man… straight-backed and proud, the way your father died…”
"And now, we duel."
Voldemort raised his wand, and before Harry could do anything to defend himself, before he could even move, he saw a green cursing light flying towards himself, but immediately, the rocks on the ground rose quickly, blocking the magic .
Boom!!!
The debris were flying … Evan had started!
"Right now!" He shouted to Harry.
Hearing Evan’s shout, Harry gripped his wand tightly in his sweaty right hand and held it in front of him.
He dodged and rushed out, exhausting all his strength, facing Voldemort. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind, and it was beyond fear or reason.
He was going to fight Voldemort… he was going to defeat Voldemort, and even if he was waiting for his death, he was not going to kneel at Voldemort's feet… he was not going to kiss Voldemort's robes humbly like those Death Eaters.
Even if he was going to die, Harry would die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself!
In fact, Voldemort was a little surprised at the sudden change, and looked in astonishment at the stone wall that was standing in front of Harry.
He had intended to torture Harry with the Cruciatus Curse, playing with his body and making him feel humiliation and pain. And then let him experience the taste of death and prove to his servants that he was the most powerful wizard.
But what was going on with that sudden rising stone wall? Wasn’t it a magic such a young witch shouldn’t master?!!
He clearly saw that it was a spell cast by the silver-haired girl. What was going on with the child?!!
In his extremely shocked eyes, Voldemort saw that the eight- or nine-year-old silver-haired girl's body was changing rapidly, growing taller and taller, and her long silver hair had also become short black hair, becoming a thin Thirteen-year-old boy.
It was Evan Mason. Voldemort would never forget his abominable appearance.
Just like that summer a year ago, the boy who suddenly appeared foiled his carefully prepared plan, stopped the advent of the evil god, and the Sorcerer’s Stone Voldemort was about to acquire had disappeared.
"Damn, you’re all going to die!" Voldemort shouted loudly, and his anger rose.
He had never been so fooled. He suddenly realized that he was being played by this boy again. He was just proud of his resurrection here, but he didn't find out the disguise close at hand. He wanted to kill Harry and kill Evan who had repeatedly foiled his plans.
The next second, he saw Harry rushing clumsily towards him.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.
Almost at the same time, Voldemort responded, "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's!
Instantly, the two lights met in midair...
Harry's wand was suddenly vibrating as though an electric charge was surging through it. His hand seized up around it. He couldn’t have released it even if he had wanted to!
A narrow beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but bright, deep gold.
Harry, following the beam with his astonished gaze, saw that Voldemort’s long white fingers too were gripping a wand that was shaking and vibrating.
At the same time, Evan also had completed his magic...
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