Once Harry got his wand, he immediately wanted to fight Voldemort to the death. Without hesitation, he pointed it straight at him.
"Expel-"
Voldemort's red eyes flashed with anger in the darkness. With a vicious sweep of his sleeve, he knocked Harry to the ground with nothing but sheer, immense magical energy.
"Harry Potter! You've learned how to duel, haven't you? Why are you being so rude?"
Harry fell, gasping as sharp stones dug into him. The pain cooled his head, and he finally remembered the gulf between his strength and Voldemort's.
Although he had worked hard for three years, with the past year bordering on hellish training, he wasn't a freak of nature like the Chief.
At best, his strength was on par with a sixth- or seventh-year student. Compared with Voldemort, who had regained his peak strength, he was worlds apart!
And he was still very weak.
Death Eaters surrounded him on every side, with the Carrow siblings laughing mockingly.
"Master, burn him to death!"
Harry stood alone in the weed-choked graveyard, utterly weak and helpless.
Voldemort chuckled.
"Don't expect anyone to rescue you. An Anti-Apparition Jinx covers a radius of more than ten miles. My loyal servants spent a long time on it.
Now, etiquette must be observed. Let us bow to each other."
Voldemort bent forward gracefully as he spoke. His manners were impeccable, his snake-like face remaining turned toward Harry.
"Come now. Black and Dumbledore would surely want you to show some dignity before you die. Bow to Death, Harry Potter!"
The Death Eaters roared with laughter again.
"Hahaha! Move, brat."
Harry didn't bow. He would not let Voldemort toy with him and give those disgusting Death Eaters something to laugh at. Never!
Voldemort's lipless mouth curled into a cold smile, and he raised his