Submit or Die?

When Voldemort saw Harry collapse to the ground, devoid of life, he was briefly stunned. He seemed not to have expected the Killing Curse to bring down this boy—his fated opponent—so easily.

But soon, the corners of his mouth began to twist. First came a nervous twitch, then suppressed chuckling, until it finally erupted into hysterical laughter.

"Eh hahahahahaha..."

The Dark Lord spread his arms wide, his pale face brimming with ecstasy. He shouted, "Did you see that? Harry Potter died by my hand! He's dead!"

As if infected by their master's emotions, the Death Eaters burst into laughter. They raised their Wands, and fireworks of green light exploded across the dome, bathing the entire Church in an eerie green glow.

Suddenly, Voldemort's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt. He looked down imperiously at Harry on the ground, a cruel delight appearing on his face.

"The Savior? The Boy Who Lived? Hahaha... In the end, he's nothing but a pathetic wretch lying on the ground. When he meets the God of Death in hell, I hope he won't be fooled by Dumbledore's nonsense again!"

He suddenly raised his voice, looking at the Death Eater holding up the badge, his scarlet eyes filled with triumph.

"You're watching this, aren't you, Dumbledore? Your golden boy is lying there like a dead dog now—Crucio!"

He flicked his Wand sharply, sending a beam of light at the body on the floor!

"Clang—"

The sharp crash of spell against metal set everyone's teeth on edge. Voldemort's spell was deflected and shot straight into one of the watching Death Eaters.

"Ah!!!!"

The tall man immediately curled up on the floor, howling as though he were enduring unimaginable agony.

Voldemort narrowed his long, thin eyes. His smile froze, and every twisted expression on his face turned