Wizards Dependent on Wands, Priori Incantatem
A streak of red fire flew through the air, and the five-minute countdown began.
Voldemort and Harry stood about ten meters apart. One had a sinister smile on his lips and his eyes glowed red. He was surrounded by a large group of supporters. The other's legs trembled, and he swallowed hard every now and then. There was no one behind him.
The outcome of this duel seemed predetermined; Voldemort could crush Harry Potter in every way.
"You should have learned how to duel!" Voldemort slightly bowed. "First, we must bow to each other."
"Come on, Harry, manners must be observed. Dumbledore doesn't want you to forget your manners, does he?"
Harry was breathing rapidly and made no move to bow.
"I said, bow." Voldemort slightly raised his Wand, Harry felt his body lose control. No matter how much he struggled, he reluctantly bowed.
"That's much better," Voldemort sneered. "Now let's duel."
"The Cruciatus Curse!"
Before Harry could even regain his footing, Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse struck him, causing him excruciating pain as he lay on the ground convulsing and emitting violent screams.
"Well done, Harry."
Your mother will be proud, especially that inferior Muggle the Mother.
Harry couldn't bear Voldemort lifting his mother's hand, and despite the pain, he cast a spell.
The crimson light was shattered by Voldemort's single hand before it even reached him, having no effect whatsoever and instead sending him flying several meters away.
Harry lay on the ground, howling in pain while searching for the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament.
The trophy was covered in dirt, but he could still vaguely see the blue light it emitted. It was at least twenty meters away from him, and there were no Death Eater there.
But this twenty-meter stretch was like an insurmountable chasm, and he dared not reveal the slightest abnormality, lest Voldemort discover it and everything be over.
"I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter."
I'm going to destroy you. After nightfall, no one will question my power anymore.
After nightfall, if people talk about you, they will only say how you begged me to kill you.
And I, with utmost kindness, granted your request.
"Stand up."
With a wave of his hand, Voldemort sent Harry off his feet again, his body moving out of his control.
Just as he was about to continue his attack, Harry displayed incredible speed and hid behind a tombstone.
A curse struck the tombstone, Harry clearly heard the sound of the tombstone cracking.
"You're not allowed to turn your back to me. We're not playing hide-and-seek," Voldemort said coldly. "When I kill you, you have to look at me. I want to see the light disappear from your eyes."
You can't escape it, Harry.
"Come forth, let's duel, without any pain... that's debatable, after all, I've never tasted death."
Harry huddled behind the tombstone. He could see the Triwizard Tournament trophy, and he was certain that once he ran out, he would be met not with the Cruciatus Curse, but with the Killing Curse.
In his current situation, all he has left to do is take a gamble or wait to die.
With that thought in mind, Harry took a deep breath, gripped his Wand, and rushed out from behind the tombstone.
"Expelliarmus!"
Avada Kedavra!
When the red and green lights collided, unsurprisingly, the red light receded at an extremely fast speed.
Harry continued to persevere, gripping his Wand tightly with both hands, squeezing out every last bit of power from his body.
Just when he thought he was doomed, the red light suddenly became incredibly dazzling, even overpowering Voldemort's magic.
Barty Crouch Jr.., Lucius, and the other Death Eater were about to draw their Wand to help, as they saw the duel as full of unexpected elements and anything but normal.
"Don't interfere, let me finish him off," Voldemort shouted to the Death Eater. "Don't move without my orders, he's mine."
The Death Eater stopped in their tracks and tacitly surrounded Voldemort and Harry.
"It's been triggered." Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Maybe he really can get his life back."
"Trigger what?" Cedric asked.
"Priori Incantatem." Jeans smiled meaningfully. "Young Master should have expected this long ago!"
"Did you know they would cast this spell?" Phoebe asked.
"Pretty much." Aaron shrugged. "After all, my uncle owns Wand Shop, and he has a good memory. He can clearly remember every Wand he's sold."
He told me that Harry Potter and Voldemort's Wand were made from the same Phoenix Feather, making them practically brothers among Wand.
The spells cast by the two Wand were locked in a stalemate, which was the condition for triggering the Priori Incantatem.
As they spoke, a bright golden light flashed at the point where the red and green lights clashed.
The shimmering golden threads connected Harry and Voldemort's Wand and shot upwards, forming a huge dome-shaped barrier that enveloped the two of them.
"He actually managed to fight the Dark Lord to a standstill." Cedric stared at the scene in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"That's really overthinking it. All we can say is that neither of them can do anything to the other until the connection is broken."
This is the biggest flaw of Warlock in this era: they rely too much on their Wand.
Even the Dark Lord needs a wand to better control his Wand. It's truly ironic that a Archmage Peak would be held back by a student who isn't even a true Archmage.
"So that's why you learned Magic Array?" Krum asked.
"I was forced into it, but it seems worth it now. At least I won't rely on my Wand anymore," Aaron remarked.
Since the invention of the Wand, Warlock have been inseparable from it, and Wandless Casting has even become legendary.
However, it's not entirely incomprehensible. With convenient tools available, who would bother to spend time and energy researching other things?
The three looked at each other, realizing that there were indeed differences between people, but these differences were inevitably quite large.
"At least... Harry Potter can last five minutes, right?" Phoebe changed the subject.
"Five minutes is no problem; the only thing that happened was that I managed to save a bottle of Potions."
You can't be so naive as to think that Voldemort will let Harry Potter go after the connection is broken, can you?
"So we can only watch helplessly?" Cedric asked unwillingly.
Aaron raised an eyebrow and immediately gestured for them to proceed.
"If you want to court death, go ahead, I absolutely won't stop you."
Cedric glanced at the golden barrier in the distance and the Death Eater surrounding it, then reluctantly put down his Wand. He understood the difference between dying and sacrificing oneself.
"Damn!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "I've told him how to survive. Whether he can seize the opportunity is up to him."
A red light flashed at the tip of Voldemort's Wand, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.
A ball of silvery-white light flew out of the Wand, first a head, then an arm and a body.
This is the image of an old man, leaning on a cane, looking in astonishment at Harry and Voldemort, and the golden barrier surrounding them.
"So... he really is a Warlock." The old man looked at Voldemort. "This guy killed me. We can't let him go, son."
"Who is he?" Aaron frowned slightly. "He looks like a Muggle. Why would the mighty Dark Lord be at odds with an old man?"
"Young Master," Jeans said as he walked over, "Quite a few people have gone missing during your time at Hogwarts: Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, and this one, Muggle — Frank Bryce."
This information is from Muggle newspaper; the time is August, and the location is the village where Voldemort was born.
"So that's how it is," Aaron said in a daze. "He was probably just unlucky enough to discover Voldemort, and was subsequently silenced."
Then another head appeared, this time a woman. Like the old man, she was curious about her surroundings. Then she looked at Harry Potter and her gaze lingered on his scar for a second.
"Don't let go, Harry, don't let him hurt you."
"This is Bertha Jorkins, the missing witch that the Ministry of Magic is looking for," Jeans introduced.
"Good heavens, they were all killed by Voldemort. Hopefully, Barty Crouch won't appear next!"
No, that can't be. Barty Crouch was killed at Hogwarts, before Voldemort was resurrected!
Another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's Wand. Harry's hands visibly trembled, while Voldemort's face was filled with resentment.
"Lily Potter," Aaron said, his eyes wide. He had seen a picture of Harry's father and had a fairly strong impression of the woman who cast the Blood Protection Charm.
"Your dad's here too. He wants to see you. It won't be good. Hang in there," Lily said to Harry.
"That's his...brother." Phoebe's expression was complicated.
"Yes!" Aaron nodded. "If nothing unexpected happens, his father will be next."
This is really interesting. Harry dreamed of seeing his father again, but the person who granted his wish turned out to be Voldemort, the one who caused his family's destruction.
These Ghost are enough to buy him some time, increasing his chances of survival by 50%!
"Again, you three should thank me properly, otherwise you might also become part of the Ghost."
The three looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
A moment later, Harry's father, James Potter, also flew out from the tip of his Wand.
He and Lily stood on either side of Harry. "Harry, once this connection is broken, you'll have to get the Portkey."
We can only stay for a short while to buy you time, understand?
Harry nodded seriously. His Wand was becoming increasingly difficult to control. He looked at his father and gripped it tightly without letting go.
"Disconnect, baby, are you ready?" Lily said. "Disconnect, disconnect."
Harry roared and forcefully flicked his Wand upwards.
The gold thread broke, and the barrier disappeared along with it.
The Ghost of those killed by Voldemort all rushed towards Voldemort, blocking his view.
Harry ran at his fastest speed ever, knocking aside two Death Eater before tumbling into a patch of dirt, his right hand just touching the trophy that was emitting a blue glow.