Chapter 710
Surrender or Die?
Chapter 710 Surrender or Die?
Voldemort was slightly taken aback when he saw Harry lying lifeless on the ground, seemingly not expecting the Killing Curse to so easily defeat the boy—his destined opponent.
But soon, the corners of his mouth began to contort, first with nervous twitches, then with suppressed laughter, and finally escalating into hysterical maniacal laughter.
"Hehehehehehe..."
The Dark Lord spread his arms wide, his pale face filled with wild joy, and shouted, "Do you see that? Harry Potter is dead 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 green fireworks exploded on the dome, illuminating the entire church in a green glow.
Suddenly, Voldemort's maniacal laughter ceased abruptly. He glanced down at Harry on the ground, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
"Savior? The boy who survived? Hahaha... In the end, he's nothing but a pathetic wretch lying on the ground. Hopefully, when he meets Death in hell, he won't be fooled by Dumbledore's nonsense again!"
He suddenly raised his voice, looking at the Death Eater holding the badge, his bloodshot eyes filled with smugness:
"You're watching this, aren't you, Dumbledore? Your Golden Boy is now like a dead dog—being ripped out of his bones!"
He suddenly swung his wand, and the beam shot towards the corpse on the ground!
"clang--"
The crisp sound of the spell colliding with the metal was so loud it made your teeth ache. Voldemort's spell was deflected and shot directly at a Death Eater who was watching.
"what!!!!"
The tall man immediately curled up on the ground and howled in pain, as if he were enduring unimaginable suffering.
Voldemort's narrow eyes narrowed, his smile froze, and all his distorted expressions transformed into icy killing intent.
What blocked his spell was a semi-circular iron ring.
"Click!"
Another iron ring fell to the ground, the crisp metallic clanging sound particularly jarring in the hall.
Wade leaped lightly off the chair, a red mark still lingering on his wrists, but it did not affect the fluidity of his movements.
He looked down at Harry in front of him.
[Harry Potter]
The name didn't disappear... the boy is still alive.
It's just unknown whether he's trapped in that station of souls and hasn't woken up yet.
"Stop!" The scarred man suddenly reached out and grabbed him: "How did you..."
His words came to an abrupt halt. With a casual wave of his hand, the nearly two-meter-tall giant was sent flying backwards without any resistance, like a thrown sandbag.
Voldemort raised his wand.
“Boy,” he hissed like a viper, “you want to rebel against the Dark Lord? You want to die like him?”
The Death Eaters held their breath, waiting for the arrogant child to be taken away by the Killing Curse.
The boy standing next to the corpse spread his hands, and at that moment, he seemed indifferent to Harry Potter on the ground, with an innocent look of confusion on his child's face.
"I want to ask about what you said before about my puppet..." He tilted his head and asked, "What is that?"
Voldemort's killing intent faltered slightly, and the Death Eaters around him fell silent as well.
"You are not qualified to ask the great Dark Lord a question, Vader Grey!" a Death Eater stepped forward and shouted. "Stay put, or you will be severely punished!" If they hadn't all seen Voldemort recruiting Vader Grey on the live stream, what he was saying wouldn't have been a reprimand, but a simple Cruciatus Curse.
The "warriors" who dared to stop Voldemort from punishing his enemies are now buried under two-meter-high grass.
“That’s right!” another person said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t act on your own, kid! Letting you live is already a favor from your master.”
Voldemort raised his hand, and the noisy Death Eaters instantly fell silent. The Dark Lord looked at the boy opposite him, who wasn't even as tall as his thigh, and softened his tone, saying:
"The puppet... is what you will provide to me in the future—soldiers who know no pain and are not afraid of death. That is the value of your life."
Then, he glanced at Harry Potter on the ground and felt that he understood what the boy was thinking.
Are you pitying this corpse because he tried to protect you earlier?
"If that's the case, then you're wrong."
Voldemort took two steps closer and said disdainfully, "Harry Potter is nothing but a puppet cultivated by others. He was blinded by Dumbledore's lies and actually thought he was some kind of savior, daring to resist me!"
"But you must understand, the difference in power between him and me is like the difference between the sun in the sky and a firefly. He foolishly came to challenge me, and the only outcome will be death!"
"But you are different."
The Dark Lord paused for a moment, then said, “You are talented and intelligent. If you join me, you can possess power that is more reliable than that of the puppet, and I—the great Dark Lord—will place you at the pinnacle of power.”
Wade blinked. "Join you? You mean...like them?"
He stretched out his small hand and casually pointed to the Death Eaters around him: "To be a sycophantic yes-man, following behind your robes? Do they know you don't even have trousers under your robes?"
He didn't know why he blurted out such a sentence at that moment. Perhaps it was influenced by some teasing comments from his past life, and he said it without realizing it.
In an instant, Voldemort's face contorted, and a terrifying rage erupted from him!
The Death Eaters looked as if they had been punched hard, all of them suddenly lowering their heads, their bodies seemingly shrinking by half.
Even as they were gripped by fear, some couldn't help but glance at Voldemort's black robes, as if trying to see through the fabric to see if he was wearing any pants underneath.
"I'll ask you one last time, boy," Voldemort gritted his teeth and said, "Kneel down and submit... or die?"
"That's it?" Wade chuckled. "So this is how you get your so-called subordinates? No wonder you keep dying. I bet you don't have many truly loyal people around you..."
"Heart-piercing, bone-scraping! Heart-piercing, bone-scraping! Heart-piercing, bone-scraping!"
Before Vander could finish speaking, Voldemort swung his wand rapidly, unleashing three spells at Vander!
"Oh!"
The church window suddenly burst open, and a dark green leopard leaped in, roaring as it pounced on Voldemort.
"Ahhhh-"
A piercing scream echoed from the room, and a figure writhed wildly on the floor, tears and snot gushing out!
Wade blinked, unharmed, though a slight look of surprise crossed his face.
"So... this is what a magical puppet is like!"
His eyes crinkled into a cute smile.
(End of this chapter)