Hogwarts: The Unscientific Wizard (TL)

"Er...aah!"

Facing Voldemort's powerful sense of oppression, Harry felt a little nervous and a little terrified.

But he would not give in to Voldemort because of this.

Harry squirmed, grunting in pain.

He endured the pain from the scar on his forehead and forced himself to look Voldemort in the eye.

Harry was prepared to die with dignity, even if he would die next.

He would not yield, and he would not beg for mercy!

Harry was even prepared to give Voldemort a tough fight if given a chance.

What Harry didn't know was that, despite his arrogant words and his disdain for Harry, Voldemort was actually feeling a little apprehensive.

There was no way around it: Voldemort had been killed by baby Harry once before.

The Dark Lord, the most terrifying Dark Wizard of all time, was unable to kill an infant. Can you believe it?

Voldemort certainly didn't believe it!

He felt that it was all part of fate.

Yes, wizards believe in fate.

Hogwarts has Divination class as well as Arithmancy. These are magical skills used to divine fate, and powerful Seers can even predict the future.

In addition to divination, curses are also a form of magic in the domain of fate.

Voldemort himself mastered the art of curse magic. He had placed a curse on the Defence Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts, and that curse was still in effect to this day.

Because Voldemort had played with fate, he believed in it.

What's more, Dumbledore also believed in this prophecy.

Besides, the prophecy really came true.

How could Voldemort not be worried?

He was truly apprehensive!

That's why Voldemort tried every means to get Harry out and used Harry's blood to complete the final step of the resurrection ritual.

He wanted Harry's power that he didn't know of!

"Harry, do you want me to tell you the truth? How did I lose my powers?"

Voldemort continued to restore his lost dignity.

After all, more than ten Death Eaters gathered here; all of them were Voldemort's subordinates. In front of his subordinates, Voldemort had to restore his dignity and rebuild the image of 'his invincibility'.

Voldemort continued, "What do you think; should I say it?"

No one dared to respond...

Voldemort continued, "Because of love!"

"Do you know, for her only son, that loving mother, Lily Potter, sacrificed herself to grant him the ultimate protection."

"I was unable to touch a single hair on his head."

"It was an ancient protection magic; I should have foreseen it."

"But never mind, everything has changed…"

Voldemort said this with a hint of pride.

He quickly moved closer to Harry, extended a finger, and slowly and carefully touched him on the forehead.

"I can touch you now, Harry."

Voldemort said and then pressed his finger against the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Ahhh! Aaahhh!"

Harry screamed in agony. The moment Voldemort touched him, he felt his head being ripped apart.

"Ahhhhh-"

The intense pain made Harry a little delirious.

"Ah! Ah! Ha ha ha ha!"

Voldemort first imitated Harry's shrill screams, followed by an uncontrollable burst of laughter.

The laughter was a little triumphant and a little rampant.

"Yes! I can touch you now."

With that, Voldemort withdrew his finger.

He took a few steps back, looking at Harry with playful eyes as if he were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Do you still harbour any hope that Dumbledore might save you, Harry?"

This was a completely different Voldemort from before.

He had regained his strength!

He no longer needed to fear Dumbledore!

Not only that, but he had also gained Harry's power, and he could now touch Harry.

At this moment, Voldemort felt quite triumphant, confident that with his wand in hand, he could challenge anyone to a duel.

He even felt that he had now become invincible.

Dumbledore?

An old, senile git!

Harry Potter?

A third-year student!

Just who is left to stop him?

Who is left to stop him!!!

"However... I will give you a chance to live."

Voldemort looked at Harry with a playful expression, as if he were being generous. He swung his left hand, and the ropes binding Harry were cut.

Harry fell to the ground, groggily.

"Duel me, Harry!"

Voldemort turned to Peter Pettigrew and ordered, "Wormtail, a wand."

"Yes...y-yes..." Peter Pettigrew answered shakily, and he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out Harry's wand, then threw it in Harry's direction.

"Pick up your wand, Harry!" Voldemort said.

"H-h-hoo..."

Harry gasped heavily, and the scar on his forehead no longer hurt as much. He lay on the ground, looking up at his wand, his eyes gradually becoming determined.

Despite the fear and remorse in his heart, Harry would never allow himself to give up any chance of fighting back.

He might not be able to defeat Voldemort, but he had to take the news of Voldemort's resurrection back to everyone.

Thinking of this, Harry grabbed his wand roughly, endured the pain in his body, and stood up defiantly.

"You've learnt how to duel, haven't you?"

Voldemort looked at Harry and began to speak to himself, "First, we need to bow to each other."

After saying this, Voldemort performed an elegant bow.

"Hurry up, Harry! Etiquette still needs to be respected."

Voldemort continued, "Dumbledore wouldn't want you to lose your good manners, would he?"

After saying this, Voldemort became impatient when he saw Harry still standing there stupidly, glaring at him with hatred.

"I told you to bow!" Voldemort sharply raised his wand.

Harry suddenly lost control of his body and bowed deeply to Voldemort.

"Excellent! Now...Crucio!"

Voldemort directly used the Cruciatus Curse.

"Ah! Aaahhh!" Harry screamed in agony.

After torturing Harry for a while, Voldemort lowered his wand and continued, "Excellent, Harry! Your parents would be proud of you."

"Especially your filthy Muggle mother…"

As if he had had enough fun, Voldemort lowered his voice dramatically and said in a serious tone, "I will kill you, Harry Potter. After tonight, no one will ever question my power again."

"After tonight, when people talk about you, they will only remember how you begged me to kill you."

"And I, out of mercy, granted your final wish!"

After saying this, Voldemort raised his wand high and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

It was not clear which of Voldemort's words had provoked Harry, but suddenly Harry pulled himself together and looked at Voldemort with a penetrating gaze. With the wand in his hand, he shouted in return,

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

The two beams of magic collided instantly, entangling with each other and refusing to give an inch.

For a moment, neither could overpower the other.

Voldemort and Harry Potter were in a stalemate!

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