The Death Eaters began to move. Masks covered their faces, hiding their expressions, but judging by their relaxed conversation, they were probably excited and contemptuous.
Needless to say, their contempt was directed at our chosen one in their midst, Harry Potter.
"You've learned how to duel, haven't you, Potter?" Through a gap he could still see through, Su Er watched His Lordship the Dark Lord deftly twirl his wand between his fingers as he addressed the trembling Harry.
The Death Eaters surrounded Harry and Voldemort tightly. Su Er could not move very far from his "corpse," nor could he see how Harry responded anymore. He could only hear Voldemort's cold, sinister voice.
"Let's bow to each other, Potter..."
"I imagine you haven't forgotten the courtesies of dueling. Dumbledore would surely want you to show some grace. Come, bow to death!"
A burst of laughter rose from the crowd. Su Er stood on tiptoe in midair, but still could not see what was happening inside the circle. Two hulking Death Eaters completely blocked his view.
From the sound of it, Harry seemed unwilling to submit.
"I said, bow!" Voldemort said coldly, and the laughter grew louder.
Su Er could not see, but from those distant memories in his head, he could more or less guess that Voldemort must have used magic to force Harry to bow.
"Next comes..." Su Er murmured.
"Just like your father, stick out your chest and run at me. Come, Potter, you ought to inherit that foolish courage of your father's..."
"Gryffindor. Ha..."
Then a red flash of spell light shone through the crowd, and Harry's screams immediately rang out.
Alongside them came Voldemort's voice, brimming with irrepressible excitement.
"Oh, Potter, it hurts, doesn't it? It must hurt terribly, just as it did when that stupid mother