Harry's punch came without warning. Had Draco or even Lucius been standing before him, his fist might have landed squarely on the other man's nose.
After that, the agony of a shattered nose might have made his opponent's eyes water uncontrollably, blurring his vision. If the punch was powerful enough, it could even leave him briefly stunned.
Then Harry would follow up without hesitation with a kick to the groin.
No matter how tough a man was, that blow would make him double over like a shrimp-and Voldemort was not even wearing underwear, so there was a good chance it would do double the damage!
Then Harry would grab his hair-or his ears, if he was as bald as the man before him.
Then he would drive his knee hard into his opponent's face.
Three blows at most, and his opponent would be completely out of the fight.
This was the finishing move Older Cousin had taught Harry. Absolutely no normal human could withstand that combination. Harry firmly believed that.
But today, the combination failed, because Voldemort was absolutely not a normal human.
When Harry's fist made contact with his opponent's nose, he did not feel the usual sensation of cartilage breaking. Instead, it was like punching a stone statue.
The next moment, searing pain shot through his fist.
A mocking smile appeared on Voldemort's face. "Potter, a foolish choice. Just like your father, actually trying to use Muggle methods against a great wizard?"
Harry was horrified, but he paid no attention to what Voldemort was saying. Nor did he bother wondering why his punch had failed. He went straight to the next step: a kick to the groin.
With a thud, Harry's foot slammed into Voldemort's naked crotch. The surrounding Death Eaters, and even Dismask, instinctively squeezed their legs