Harry Potter was the only person to have ever survived the Killing Curse.
Today, there's one more person.
In the candlelight, Vincent, who was still a little sore from the fall, opened his eyes and found that the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand was Scabbers.
It looked like it was ruined, but the rust on the pure silver sword was gradually disappearing.
It seems that the silver shield deserves some credit for blocking the Killing Curse.
He turned his gaze toward Voldemort.
Now, tell me.
Where is my Sorcerer's Stone?
The secret of the Sorting Hat is known only to Hermione and him.
Cedric, his hands no longer trembling, stepped forward. "I know where it is!"
Voldemort laughed. "Tell me, child."
"If you help me find it, I can get Diggory back into the Sacred Twenty-Eight."
"Thank you for your appreciation, Dark Lord." Cedric tried his best to appear non-threatening.
"I've disliked Wayne for a long time."
So--"
He raised his wand with incredible speed, "Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort's smile froze as he allowed the Disarming Spell to strike his chest.
"The Diggory family will perish because of your foolish choice."
Cedric showed no fear.
Because of the spiral staircase, only a few stones stained with blood remained.
Unaware of this, Voldemort sneered and very slowly raised his Yew Wand.
He wanted to use this method to instill the greatest fear in this fair-skinned young man.
However, the twins and Rolf, whose family members had fought against the Dark Lord, were not afraid, and Cedric, who was trembling at first, was not afraid either.
"Foolish belief." Voldemort steadied his wand with a look of weariness, his eyes filled with deep disdain.
"In the face of death, everyone is equal."
And I am Voldemort, who has escaped death!
The green light shone on the faces of the four people, and also on the Sword of Gryffindor, which had lost most of its rust.
"You actually—" Voldemort turned around and saw Vincent, whose face was covered in blood.
He swung his sword horizontally, slashing at the black robe.
The Goblin weapon could absorb and enhance its own properties, instantly causing Voldemort's ugly face to contort in pain.
"You're too arrogant!" Vincent slashed at him forcefully.
Quirrell's body was split in two.
The cut on the upper body was surrounded by black mist, while the lower body was withering away little by little.
The Sword of Gryffindor, having absorbed the Killing Curse, now possesses the power to bring death.
"Damn Mudblood!" Voldemort floated into the air, "Avada Kedavra!"
Vincent raised his sword and slashed upwards at the green lightning bolt that was shooting towards him.
The Killing Curse was cut in half and struck at his feet.
Everyone who witnessed this scene, including portraits of past principals, was astonished.
"If only I had learned swordsmanship." He swung the sword forcefully, shaking off the rust.
Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes.
Muggle-born, Muggle weapons, and a fighting style as inelegant as Muggle's.
This little wizard used to be able to make his opponent fall down in front of him with just a flick of his finger.
The Dark Lord was very angry.
Not only did they launch repeated sneak attacks, but they also used legendary-level equipment.
"You have successfully angered me, Vincent Wayne."
Voldemort raised his left hand, which was formed from black mist. "In both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World, the name Wayne will cease to exist!"
With a loud bang, the tower where the Headmaster's Office was located was illuminated as if it were daytime.
The lightning and thunder outside the castle seemed to proclaim the Dark Lord's oath.
"Dude, are you really okay?" George asked, pointing at Vincent's back in such a serious setting.
Fred chimed in, "Seriously, why don't you go upstairs to find Madam Pomfrey first?"
"I'd like to too," Vincent, gripping the sword hilt with both hands. "But I always feel like I don't have enough House Points."
The blood on his school robe, which had been ripped open on his back, had long since dried and scabbed over.
But compared to Voldemort, who lost his lower body, this injury is relatively minor.
"Do you remember that blindingly bright spell?"
The twins smiled knowingly.
"Lumos Maxima— "
Two extremely dazzling beams of light instantly shone down from below, causing Voldemort to squint.
He knew perfectly well that this was a feint.
However, if ordinary spells are ineffective, the chance of harming him is practically zero.
Fly? There are very few people in the Wizarding World who can use flight magic.
When he looked down with utter disdain, he discovered that Vincent was standing on a rising stone pillar.
The time the twins bought them allowed Cedric and Rolf to perform Transfiguration together.
This perfect coordination made Voldemort's expression even uglier.
The black mist enveloped the silver blade of the Sword of Gryffindor in his left hand.
Just as he raised his wand to cast the Killing Curse again, he unexpectedly sensed movement from the Headmaster's Office above him.
This is not a powerful, but very targeted Stunning Spell.
The shiny bald head took this hit.
Even during the very brief moment of unconsciousness, the black mist enveloping the sword did not solidify as it had before.
Vincent, along with the loose black mist, chopped off the hand holding the Yew Wand.
"Damn Mudblood!!!"
After the deafening roar, Voldemort plummeted downwards as if he had lost his footing.
"We won?" The twins lowered their wands.
"Impossible." Cedric didn't dare to relax.
Just as Rolf was about to finish off the enemy, a large, irregular cloud of black mist drifted out.
Vincent, who was on top of the stone pillar, was so frightened that he drew his sword and slashed at it.
But the black mist seemed to have no substance, and the silver blade passed right through it.
"Hehehehe—" A chilling laugh came from Voldemort's mouth.
The black mist connected to the Yew Wand could not be severed by the various spells cast by the four people below.
"I have to admit, you're more of a threat Harry Potter— "
The black mist enveloping Voldemort transformed into a phantom human figure.
The five people who Sense Enhancing Potion's effects didn't feel anything was wrong.
Facing this potentially oppressive situation, Vincent found his forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat without realizing it.
Even in this inhuman state, he was already so incredibly strong; he could hardly imagine just how powerful he would be after being fully resurrected.
"Vincent Wayne, I shouldn't have treated you like a child."
This time, Voldemort did not choose the Killing Curse, but instead used black mist to construct a ferocious serpent that lunged forward.
"Swoosh—" Vincent held up the Sword of Gryffindor without showing even a trace of fear.
"Merlin protect you—"
His inner prayers seemed to have worked.
A red flame shielded him from the attack.
"Good job, kids!"
After the flames and the serpent were extinguished, Dumbledore appeared on the pillar.
He put his hand on Vincent's shoulder.
"Your courage far surpasses mine, Vincent."
"Professor, watch out!"
Dumbledore raised his Elder Wand, and the black mist that had been turning into giant snakes stopped.
"Long time no see, Tom."
Voldemort did not reply, but instead unleashed a massive amount of black mist.
Vincent, standing beneath the Elder Wand, could clearly see a small cloud of black mist drifting toward the tower's window.
Moreover, one can vaguely see a magic wand inside.
They ran away?
When Voldemort saw Dumbledore appear, he ran away even faster than Gu Gu's little biscuit.