A Collection of Novels Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

"Harry, let's bow to each other." Voldemort said, bending slightly, but his snake-like face still faced Harry. "Come on, these details must be observed ... Dumbledore likes to see you polite ... Harry, bow to death. The corpse eater laughed. Voldemort grinned with a lipless mouth. Harry didn't bow his head. He didn't want to be played by Voldemort before committing suicide, and he didn't want to satisfy him.

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand and said. Harry felt as if there was a huge, invisible hand pulling him, making his upper body bend forward cruelly and his spine bend upward. At this time, the ghouls laughed even harder than before.

"Good," said Voldemort softly, raising his wand, so that Harry's downward pressure suddenly disappeared. "Now you look at me like a man-stand up proudly, just like when your father died-well, now let's start a duel."

Voldemort raised his wand. Harry was fascinated by Crewe Bulters before he could protect himself or even move. Extreme and exhausting pain made him feel his present situation-a hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and his head was almost broken with pain. He shouted louder than ever. ...

Suddenly, the pain stopped. Harry rolled over and stood up with difficulty. He couldn't help shivering, just like winter after one of his hands was cut off. Harry staggered to one side and came to the wall looking at the ghouls, but they pushed him back to Voldemort.

"pause a little." Voldemort said, and his cracked nostrils opened with excitement. "Hold on a second, Harry. That's painful, isn't it?" You don't want me to do it again, do you? "

Harry didn't answer. Those heartless red eyes told him that he would die like Cedric ... he was going to die, and he couldn't stop it from happening ... but he wouldn't give in to Voldemort or beg. ...

"I ask you, do you want me to do it again?" Voldemort said softly, "Answer me! Imbrio！”

For the third time in his life, Harry felt that his mind was blank ... Ah, how happy he was, without thinking ... He seemed to be floating and dreaming-just answering "no" ... saying "no" ...

"I won't," a powerful voice came from behind his head. I won't answer. ...

Just answer no-I won't do that, I won't say that. ...

Just answer no.

"I won't!"

These three words suddenly rushed out of my mouth and echoed in the cemetery. The dream suddenly disappeared, just like a pot of cold water poured on him. The pain left by Crewe Bulters's magic suddenly reappeared. Suddenly, he realized where he was and what he was facing. ...

"You can't?" Voldemort said quietly, now ghouls don't laugh anymore. "You can't say' no'? Harry, obedience is a virtue. I need to teach you before you die ... maybe another kind of pain? "

Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready. Because of his training, he stepped aside. He rolled behind Voldemort's father's marble tombstone, and he heard the spell hit the stone.

"Harry, we are not playing hide-and-seek." This is Voldemort's calm and cold voice, getting closer and closer when the ghouls laugh. "You can't hide from me.

Does this mean that you are tired of our duel? Harry, does this mean you want me to end this duel now? Harry, come out-come out and fight, and then ... it will be quick ... it will even be painless-but I don't know ... I've never died ... "

Harry crouched behind the tombstone, and everything would be over. There is no hope, no help. When he heard that Voldemort was still approaching, he only knew one thing-there was no fear and no reason-he would not crouch here and die like a child playing hide-and-seek, nor would he kneel at Voldemort's feet ... He would die just like his father, and he would resist, even if any resistance was useless. ...

Harry stood up before Voldemort's snake-like face went around behind the tombstone. He held his wand tightly in his hand, pushed it forward, jumped out of the tombstone and faced Voldemort.

Voldemort was ready when Harry shouted, "disarm!" " "At that time, Voldemort also shouted," kill! "

When a red light came out of Harry's wand, Voldemort's wand also came out with a red light, and they met in the air. Suddenly, Harry's wand trembled, as if there was an electric current coming. But his hand still clung to it, and he wouldn't let it go if he wanted to. A narrow beam of light connects two wands, neither red nor green. But it's bright. It's dark golden yellow. Harry stared at the light beam in surprise. Along the light beam, he saw Voldemort's long white fingers clutching his wand, and the wand was vibrating.

Then, when Harry was unprepared, he felt his feet off the ground.

He and Voldemort both rose into the air, and their wands were still connected by flashing golden beams. They were sliding away from Voldemort's father's tombstone and finally stopped on a clean, unmarked ground. The ghouls shouted, and they asked Voldemort for instructions. They re-formed an encirclement around Harry and Voldemort. Snakes are sliding on their heels, and some of them are pulling out their wands.

The golden beam connecting Harry and Voldemort is splitting: the wand is still connected, and thousands of branched rays form an arc at their height and cross around them until they are surrounded by a golden circular net to form a light cage. The ghouls outside came around like a pack of wolves. Strangely, their shouts became blurred.

"Leave us alone." Voldemort screamed at the ghouls. Harry saw that he was surprised at what had happened. His eyes widened. He tried to cut off the beam that still connected him and Harry's wand. Harry quickly tightened his grip on the wand with both hands. The golden beam is still intact. "Don't do anything unless I order you!" Voldemort shouted to the corpse eater.

Suddenly, there was a mysterious and beautiful sound in the air, which came from every little piece of light spinning on the Internet and echoed around Harry and Voldemort.

Harry recognized the voice, even though he had only heard it once before ... what a beautiful song! ...

This is the voice that Harry hopes for, the most wonderful and joyful voice he has ever heard in his life. He felt that the voice not only sounded around him, but also got into his body. This voice connects him with Voldemort, just like a friend whispering in his ear.

"Do not disconnect the connected beam."

I know, Harry said to the voice, I know I have to do this ... but as soon as he thinks so, things get worse. His wand shook more than before, and the beam between him and Voldemort changed. It seems that there are many big beads of light sliding back and forth on the beam between wands. When the beads began to slide slowly and steadily, Harry felt the wand shaking in his hand. Now, the light began to move from Voldemort to him, and he felt his wand shaking angrily.

As the first beam of light gets closer to the top of Harry's wand, the temperature of the wood in his hand becomes very high, and he is worried that it will catch fire. The closer the bead of light gets, the more Harry's wand vibrates. He is convinced that if this continues, his wand will be unbearable and seems to be shattered in his hands.

He concentrated his every spirit and forced the light bead to slide to the other side of Fortimo. His ears were full of beautiful songs, and his eyes stared wildly ... slowly, slowly, the light beads stopped vibrating; Then, slowly, it began to move in the other direction. Now, Voldemort's wand began to tremble violently. Voldemort looked surprised, even afraid. ...

A few inches away from Voldemort's wand, a beam of light trembled. Harry didn't understand why he did it, and he didn't know what it was for. But he concentrated-he had never done this before-and forced the bead of light into Voldemort's wand. Slowly, slowly, it moves along the golden beam. After shaking for a while, I finally arrived.

Immediately, Voldemort's wand screamed in pain, and his voice kept echoing. Voldemort's surprised red eyes couldn't help but widen-a smoking hand floated out from the top of the wand and then disappeared-this is the ghost of winter's hand he cut off. At this time, there were more cries of pain, and something bigger began to emerge from the top of Voldemort's wand. This is a huge gray thing, which looks like it is made of the most solid and dense smoke ... that's a head ... then the chest and arms ... that's Cedric. Digg's body.

If Harry releases his wand in surprise, it will all be over. But instinct made him hold the wand tightly, so the golden beam was still intact.

Even cedric. Dugrais's heavy gray soul (is that a soul? It looks as hard as a solid. ) all come out from the end of Voldemort's wand, as if he were squeezed out from a narrow tunnel. Cedric's shadow stood up, looked up and down at the golden light and began to speak.

"Harry, stick to it." He said.

His voice seemed to come from a distance and echoed in the air. Harry looked at Voldemort-his big red eyes still showed surprise. Like Harry, he didn't expect these things to happen. Harry vaguely heard the frightened cry of the ghouls, and they wandered in the golden circle.

More cries of pain came from the wand, and then another thing appeared from its top-this is the shadow of another head, followed by arms and other bodies-this is an old man, whom Harry met in his dream, and now he, like Cedric just now, is trying to squeeze out from the top of the wand ... His soul, or his shadow, or something else, fell beside Cedric. He was leaning on crutches and didn't look very surprised …

"He is a real wizard, isn't he?" The old man looked at Voldemort and said. "This is the man who killed me, son. Hit him. "

At this time, another head has appeared. This head is as gray as a statue. This is a woman's head ... Harry saw her fall to the ground, stood up like everyone else, and watched. Harry tried to hold his wand, but his arm kept shaking. ...

"Don't let go!" She cried, her voice echoing in the air like Cedric's, as if coming from a distance. "Don't let him beat you, Harry. Don't let go! "

She and two other shadows began to walk along the inside of the golden net wall, while the ghouls jumped around the outside of the wall. The victims killed by Voldemort circled around the duelist, whispering as they walked, encouraging Harry and hissing at Voldemort. But don't let Harry hear you.

Then another head appeared on Voldemort's wand. When Harry saw him, he knew who he would be. Harry seems to have been waiting for Cedric to appear since he appeared from that wand. He knows who he will be, because this person will be remembered every night.

This is a tall man with his hair hanging in a smoky shadow. He fell to the ground like Percy and stood up and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at his father's ghostly face and his arms trembled even more.

"Your mother is here ..." He said quietly. "She wants to see you. She will be all right soon. Hold on. "

Here she comes ... first her head, then her body ... a young woman with long hair-with Lily. Potter's smoky appearance-appearing from the end of Voldemort's wand. Like her husband, she fell to the ground and stood up again. She approached Harry and looked down at him. Her voice, like everyone else, seems to come from a distance, echoing constantly, but it is so quiet that Voldemort can't hear her.

Voldemort is surrounded by his victims, and his face is now full of anger and fear.

"When the light is turned off, we will only stay for a while. But we will buy you time. You have to go to the porch. It will take you back to Hogwarts. Do you understand, Harry? "

"Yes!" Harry gasped, trying to hold his wand tightly-it slipped between his fingers.

"Harry," Cedric's shadow whispered, "take my body back, will you? Give my body back to my parents ... "

"I will." Harry replied that he was gathering all his strength to hold his wand.

"Now let go." His father whispered, "Get ready to run away, now let go ..."

"Now!" Harry shouted, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on. He twisted his wand and threw it into the air. So the golden light broke, the cage formed by light disappeared, and the beautiful songs passed away, but the souls of Voldemort's victims did not disappear. They approached Voldemort and prevented him from seeing Harry.

Harry ran as fast as he could in his life. When he passed by, he knocked down two stunned ghouls. He ran zigzag behind the tombstone and felt the curse of the ghoul following him. He heard them hit tombstone five. He cleverly avoided the curse and tombstone and hurried to Cedric's body. He can't feel the pain in his calf now, and all his attention is focused on what he wants to do.

"Knock out." He heard Voldemort scream.

Ten feet away from the spell, Harry dived out from behind a marble and avoided the red light. The five corners of the marble were broken by magic. He held his wand tightly and suddenly rushed out of the corner.

"Obstruct official business!" He shouted and pointed his wand at the ghoul who was chasing him.

From a vague cry, he was sure that he had beaten off at least one of them, but he didn't have time to turn back. When he heard more wands shooting violently behind him, he jumped over the trophy and jumped into the water. When he jumped down, many beams flew over his head, and he reached out and grabbed Cedric's arm. ...

"Get out of the way, I killed him, he is mine!" Voldemort screamed.

Harry's hand has caught Cedric's wrist. There is a tombstone between him and Voldemort, but Cedric is too heavy for him to carry. He can't get the trophy.

Voldemort's red eyes sparkled in the darkness. Harry saw his mouth smiling and raised his wand.

“Asio。” Harry shouted, pointing his wand at the trophy.

It rose into the air and flew towards him. Harry grabbed its handle.

He heard Voldemort's angry screams, and at the same time he felt that the guy had been left behind, and Pocky had already started to act. This made him accelerate in the swirling wind and took Cedric away … They were going back …!