Raging Fury

The Death Eaters all watched Voldemort in silence, then looked at Harry, wondering what extraordinary power this child possessed.

After all, judging by the previous contests, he was not much stronger than the other competitors... though the courage to provoke the Dark Lord to his face was indeed extremely rare.

But in the Death Eaters' eyes, that was no great power. On the contrary, it was the most foolish thing about the boy.

Voldemort seemed to see their confusion and explained patiently:

"As I said before, I cannot touch him, and neither can the servant I possessed..."

"Four years ago, Harry Potter was so weak that I could have killed him with one finger. Yet when we seized him, unimaginable agony tore apart the connection between us. I was forced out, and that servant soon died as well."

He sighed, as though mourning the servant's death.

The Church was dead silent. The Death Eaters trembled, the hems of their robes twitching in rhythm with their shivers.

Several times, Harry wanted to seize the chance to launch a surprise attack. But the eyes fixed on him from all around, along with Voldemort's scarlet stare, made him understand that he could not act rashly now. The longer he stalled, the better.

So he kept his lips tightly sealed and said nothing, only checking on Wade's condition from time to time.

In a corner no one had noticed, Clementine, lying on the ground, suddenly twitched a finger and let out a faint groan.

Behind a shattered window of the Church, an eye glowing green suddenly appeared.

It watched Clementine for a moment, then abruptly shifted its gaze to Wade.

Just as everyone thought Voldemort would continue speaking of his third failure, he suddenly raised a hand—

Harry instantly felt an irresistible force seize