The Killing Curse Can Be Blocked
"Speaking of which, Lord Dark Lord," Skylar glanced at the wands in Voldemort and Harry's hands, and clicked his tongue twice, "When I just appeared, you weren't about to duel Potter to show off your prestige as the master of the Death Eaters, were you?"
Voldemort stared coldly at Skylar, saying nothing.
"I say, you really are..." Skylar feigned a look of disappointment, "The mighty Dark Lord, a figure of immense power and fear in the Britain wizarding world, actually needs to bully an underage wizard to establish his authority—you've truly fallen..."
The circle of Death Eaters stirred again; before Voldemort could even speak, they already felt a chilling killing intent.
Although Skylar was also the mortal enemy of most of them, and the kind of hatred that ran deep and irreconcilable, they had to admit—
At this moment, the fact that a 15-year-old boy Skylar could speak so eloquently in front of Voldemort, the composure on his still somewhat immature face, and the calm confidence in his words and actions, truly inspired their admiration.
"What do you know!" Voldemort blurted out, suddenly realizing that his carefully maintained composure was wavering. He then coldly replied, "I have my reasons. If you don't understand, don't pretend to be so clever."
"What other hidden meaning could you possibly have?" Skylar's eyes were filled with deep mockery. "You're clearly afraid of the paternal Blood Magic on Potter. You just want to prove to your followers that you've overcome that paternal Blood Magic, nothing more..."
"My Lord Dark Lord," Skylar's lips curled into a sly smile again, "Who does Potter think he is? If Dumbledore weren't around, with his level of strength, what qualifications would he have to be your opponent?"
Skylar paused for a moment before saying, "Dealing with Potter will only soil your wand—as a member of the House of Malfoy, and the son of your most trusted servant Lucius, I have a suggestion—" Skylar smiled, "How about I do it for you?"
A shrewd glint flashed in Skylar's eyes. Without waiting for Voldemort's reply, he shouted sternly at Harry, "Potter, stand up! Look at me! Fight me like a man!"
In this world, when Harry faced Voldemort alone, he was indeed so terrified that he couldn't even stand up straight.
But now he was facing Skylar, who was about the same age as him and was also his opponent in the Triwizard Tournament. Harry regained his courage. He took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, raised his wand, and his expression was full of determination.
Just as Harry was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an eerie light flashing in Skylar's eyes.
Harry felt a dizziness that lasted less than a second, and suddenly Skylar's emotionless voice echoed in his mind, "Potter, you're lucky. You were supposed to die here tonight. But—I promised Professor Snape I'd spare your life. Don't be so reckless in the future. Cherish your life and everything around you!"
Voldemort seemed to sense something, and he roared, "You bastard, don't interfere with my business— Avada Kedavra!" A chilling, dazzling green light shot towards Harry.
But Skylar was faster, and he even had the leisure to laugh as he said, "Useless Potter! Just looking at you annoys me, so get lost!"
"Rubeus Hagrid admits that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and has since served as the school's game keeper, a job Dumbledore arranged for him. Last year, Hagrid mysteriously used his influence on the headmaster to win the position of Teacher of the Care of Magical Creatures, beating out many more qualified candidates. Hagrid, a large and menacing man, abuses his newfound power by bringing in a series of terrifying animals to frighten the students under his care. In a series of classes that many have described as 'terrifying,' Hagrid has caused injuries and disabilities to several students, while Dumbledore turned a blind eye."
Needless to say, Skylar had mastered this spell through self-study as early as his first year of high school.
Through years of practice and refinement, his control over magic and his spellcasting techniques have reached a level of unparalleled mastery. His Knockback Jinx are not only lightning fast, but their application of force is also effortless and controlled.
The power of the Knockback Jinx he cast on Harry was precisely calculated by him.
Harry's small, thin body flew through the air for a while before landing. Coincidentally, he landed right on the Goblet of Fire, which was still spitting flames Winky.
Harry landed hard on the rim of the Goblet of Goblet of Fire, his backside catching blue flames. Suddenly, his trousers burst into flames, and Harry barely had time to let out a bloodcurdling scream—
He and the Goblet of Fire simultaneously transformed into a spinning vortex—and vanished, leaving only his agonizing screams echoing through the empty graveyard.
The Death Eaters, hearing Harry's screams, found the scene inexplicably hilarious, but despite wanting to laugh, they couldn't. Because—
Voldemort's gaze fixed on Skylar was like that of a predatory beast, burning with terrifying and overwhelming hatred.
"You let Potter go!" Voldemort's voice was sharp and piercing, like glass scraping against glass. "You ruined my plans... Even if the Shadow of the Magic Dragon is plotting something, I don't care... Today I will kill you!" His wand pointed at Skylar, "Avada Kedavra!"
Skylar dropped his playful grin, and as Harry was repelled, his wand slid from his sleeve pocket into his hand. At the same time, he fired a stream of spelllight towards the path from which the Killing Curse had come.
A cold, cruel smile appeared on Voldemort's face. He sneered inwardly, "Fool, didn't Dumbledore ever tell you that the Killing Curse is unavoidable?"
He could almost foresee the Killing Curse breaking through Skylar's resistance and killing Skylar. A student is just a student; no matter how rich their theoretical knowledge or how complex their magical techniques, they could never compare to him—the greatest Dark Lord in the world.
However, he would soon realize that he was wrong, and terribly wrong.
"Rubeus Hagrid admits that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and has since served as the school's game keeper, a job Dumbledore arranged for him. Last year, Hagrid mysteriously used his influence on the headmaster to win the position of Teacher of the Care of Magical Creatures, beating out many more qualified candidates. Hagrid, a large and menacing man, abuses his newfound power by bringing in a series of terrifying animals to frighten the students under his care. In a series of classes that many have described as 'terrifying,' Hagrid has caused injuries and disabilities to several students, while Dumbledore turned a blind eye."
Potter survived only because he had spared his Mudblood mother's life. The Ancient Magic required someone to choose death when they could have survived in order to activate it.
Normally, given his strength, even if he were momentarily careless and forgave her once, it wouldn't be a big problem. He was confident that his superior magical power could definitely counter that spell. But he just couldn't resist his sharp tongue and forgave that woman three times in a row.
This magic, each time it spares the other party, each time the other party chooses to give up their own life, will trigger a protective force. The protective force caused by the three determined sacrifices is layered, which is why the Killing Curse is ultimately reflected back onto itself.
In Voldemort's view, Potter's survival after escaping the Killing Curse was not a defeat at the hands of Potter and his mother of low blood, but rather a defeat due to his own negligence.
He will never repeat that mistake again!
But what exactly is going on in this scene?!
Voldemort's face was filled with shock. The Killing Curse was his trump card, a spell even Dumbledore feared. If the Killing Curse could be resisted, wouldn't that mean he had no magic that wizards couldn't defend against?
Just when he thought that resisting the Killing Curse was the most unbelievable thing that had happened to him that day, something even more shocking happened next.