After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Voldemort glanced at Harry with contempt with his cold, snake-like eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, as if Harry in front of him was just an insignificant ant.

"Harry Potter, you should feel honored to have the opportunity to participate in such a great ceremony." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a creepy deterrent power.

At this moment, Voldemort's whole body was wrapped in abundant magical power, and the magical power was flowing in his body like a surging tide.

As the magic power continued to surge, Voldemort exuded an indescribable aura of arrogance. He seemed to have forgotten that there was any force in the world that could compete with him.

This extreme self-aggrandizement made him firmly believe that even Harry Potter, who was predicted to defeat him, would never be able to escape from his grasp.

Voldemort's body flashed, and in the blink of an eye he teleported in front of Bellatrix like a ghost.

He slowly raised his right hand, gently stroking Bella's head as if he were touching a rare treasure.

Bella's face was full of piety, her eyes slightly closed, quietly enjoying this special "reward" from her master.

Her face was filled with happiness and satisfaction, as if this moment was the whole meaning of her life.

Voldemort lowered his voice and whispered softly, "Well done, my faithful servant."

Before he finished speaking, he gently waved his left hand, and a cloud of inky black mist suddenly emerged and quickly completely enveloped Bella's bleeding hand.

Just a moment later, when the black mist gradually dissipated, Bella's hand, which was originally scarred and bloody, miraculously recovered as before, without even a trace of scar left.

Bella was surprised and happy when she saw this. She subconsciously clenched her fist and moved it a few times to confirm that her hand was really healed.

Then she looked up at Voldemort, her eyes burning with a fiery fire so intense that it was almost chilling.

"Thank you, Master! It is my duty to serve you!" Bella said excitedly, her tone full of infinite admiration and loyalty to Voldemort.

Although Voldemort was immersed in Bella's admiring gaze at the moment, he did not relax his vigilance against Harry Potter.

After all, Harry has always been his biggest worry and the biggest obstacle in his ambition to rule the wizarding world. So, no matter what, he will never take it lightly.

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt a surge of powerful magic power rushing towards him like a mountain, and it seemed that the magic power could crush anything that dared to block its progress.

There was no doubt that this was the terrible power that Voldemort had deliberately unleashed to warn him.

Faced with such terrifying pressure, Harry couldn't help but take a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Because when he thought about the words he was about to say, his cheeks couldn't help but blush.

But apparently Voldemort mistook his blush for anger.

Harry straightened up, glaring at Voldemort with a stern and righteous expression, and shouted, "Voldemort, even if you succeed in resurrecting now, what will it matter? No matter how you struggle, you will always be the one ruthlessly spurned by justice!"

Oh my God! When these words came out of his mouth, Harry secretly groaned in his heart.

Why is this line written by Uncle Luke so... He really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and even his toes couldn't help curling up, as if he wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Everyone is destined to die, but it should not be a social death.

Why do the lines that seem good sound so awkward when spoken?

At this moment, Harry suddenly caught a glimpse of a tree next to him shaking slightly without any warning.

Although the amplitude was extremely slight, with his keen observation, he was sure that he was not mistaken!

Could it be that there is an ambush set by the saints hidden there?

That's not right. If there really were saints lurking here, how could they dare to get so close to watch their own jokes?

Unless...it wasn't the Saints hiding behind that tree, but Uncle Luke and Aunt Cissy?

No way, right?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Harry immediately rejected it.

But, apart from the two of them, who else would appear so close at this time to laugh at his joke?

Countless questions flooded Harry's mind, making his face turn even redder.

After hearing what Harry Potter said, Voldemort was stunned for a moment, as if he had heard an extremely absurd joke.

Then he burst into a deafening, creepy laugh that echoed throughout the space, making people shudder.

"Hahahahahaha! Harry Potter, justice? You actually talk to me about justice? This is ridiculous!" Voldemort laughed wildly and walked towards Harry with slow and steady steps.

Every step is accompanied by endless oppression and malice.

As he approached, he simply raised one hand slightly and muttered something.

In an instant, the powerful magical restriction originally imposed on Harry melted away as quickly as ice and snow encountering the warm sun.

After being freed from his restraints, Harry immediately bent down to pick up the wand that had fallen at his feet and held it tightly in his hand.

Although Harry was in an extremely dangerous situation at this moment, his eyes were always fixed on Voldemort in front of him, without any fear.

"Voldemort, true justice is something that is recognized and supported by the general public. It is a code of conduct that conforms to moral norms and is respected by people. The crimes you have committed are nothing more than the result of your own selfish desires!"

Harry spoke righteously, his voice clear and loud, standing out particularly in the silent atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort stopped laughing and paused for a moment.

There was a strange gleam in his scarlet eyes, as if he was slightly interested in what Harry said.

So he just stood there quietly, looking up and down at the brave and fearless young wizard in front of him with an almost scrutinizing gaze.

"Humph, your idea is really too naive and childish, Potter."

Voldemort sneered, shook his head in disdain, and continued, "There has never been such a thing as absolute justice and evil in this world. Only those with sufficient power can dominate everything!"

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort swung his arms violently.

Suddenly, a surging dark aura gushed out from his body like a flood, sweeping in all directions.

The air around seemed to be distorted by this terrifying dark force, becoming heavy and oppressive.

At the same time, several green grasses that were originally growing nearby withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye the moment they came into contact with this dark magic power, turning into a charred residue.

Harry felt as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing on his chest, and every breath became extremely difficult, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the extreme discomfort of his body. He looked firmly at Voldemort in front of him without flinching.

"You are totally wrong, Voldemort. It is true that you may indeed possess terrifyingly powerful magic, but if you go against the wishes of the vast majority of people, then no matter what, you will become synonymous with evil. Just like the war you once started, which caused countless happy families to fall apart in an instant and countless innocent lives to be slaughtered, you will never be able to rule the wizarding world."

"They fear you, but they will never truly submit to you!"

Hearing this righteous rebuke, Voldemort's pale, bloodless face twitched slightly involuntarily, and it was obvious that he had been hurt deep in his heart.

He was so angry that he could no longer suppress his rage and opened his mouth to roar hysterically.

"You're just a brat, what do you know?! In my opinion, those who are inherently cowardly and incompetent don't deserve to exist in this world. Only the truly strong are qualified to rule the world!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the eerie wand in his hand high up, muttering something.

In an instant, a strange, inky black light rushed towards Harry like lightning.

Faced with this sudden and fatal blow, Harry did not dare to be negligent at all. He flashed and dodged to the side with lightning speed.

At the same time, he raised his wand and recited a complicated and obscure spell.

Then, a dazzling white light burst out from the tip of his wand, heading straight for the black light shot by Voldemort.

Two rays of light with completely opposite properties collided violently in mid-air, releasing a powerful energy wave that was earth-shaking and overwhelming.

This incomparable and huge force seemed to completely devour everything around it. Even the thick and tall trees around could not withstand such a violent impact. They shook violently, and the branches and leaves rustled, as if they would be uprooted at any time.

At this moment, Bellatrix, who had been watching coldly, saw this scene and rushed behind Voldemort without hesitation. She wanted to take action, but she couldn't because her master didn't want to.

"Master, destroy him. Make sure this ignorant fellow realizes the tragic and tragic consequences of defying you! Let him know the sheer folly of resisting you!"

Harry took advantage of this brief break to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm his heart, which was beating rapidly due to tension and the fierce battle.

As he adjusted his breathing, he thought silently in his heart, "Although some of the things Uncle Lucius gave me were a little unreliable, most of his guesses about what Voldemort might say so far are exactly the same as what Voldemort said."

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but admire Uncle Lucius even more.

He gripped his wand again, his eyes fixed on Voldemort.

Strange, where are those saints? And Uncle Luke, why hasn't he shown up yet? According to the previous plan, it should be almost time, right? Almost, right? This thing has a body.

When Voldemort heard Bellatrix's desperate cry, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining an extremely cruel smile.

He slowly raised the wand in his hand again, and the tip of the wand flashed with a strange light. It was obvious that he was brewing a more powerful and terrifying black magic, preparing to launch a new round of fierce attack on Harry.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort shouted in his hoarse and malicious voice, "Take up your wand and fight me like a real wizard in a fair duel! This time, I will defeat you completely in front of everyone!"

His blood-red eyes revealed an irrepressible excitement, and it was obvious that he had been looking forward to defeating Harry Potter with his own hands for a long time.

He had waited for this day for so long. This shame and stain in his life...

Just as Voldemort was about to cast a spell, suddenly, a dazzling holy white light rushed from afar like lightning.

The light was extremely powerful and pure, and with an irresistible force, it rushed straight towards Voldemort and instantly dispelled part of the dark aura that permeated his body.

Voldemort was startled by this sudden change. He turned around quickly in shock and anger, wanting to see who was so bold as to interrupt his spell.

"Lucius!" Voldemort's eyes were wide open as he stared at the face in front of him that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. His teeth were chattering as if he wanted to eat the other person alive.

His face, which was already as pale as paper, became even more hideous and distorted due to extreme anger and shock.

The moment he saw Lucius, Voldemort felt an indescribable complex emotion in his heart.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and he seemed to have returned to the days when he and Absalom had pursued power together.

Several fragmented and heartwarming images flashed through his mind.

I vaguely remember that Lucius was a child he had watched grow up...

However, things have changed now and the two are standing on opposite sides.

Anyone can betray him, but he cannot tolerate the betrayal of Lucius and Snape!

"Long time no see, Voldemort." Lucius's face was as gloomy as water. He straightened his back, stood there solemnly, and held his wand tightly in his hand.

The tip of the magic wand flashed with dazzling light, emitting waves of stable and powerful magic, like surging waves, spreading out in all directions one after another.