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"Disarm your weapon!"
Before Pettigrew could cast the Killing Curse, George had already succeeded in casting a wandless spell.
"Stupefy!"
The second spell followed immediately, striking Pettigrew and knocking him to the ground on the spot.
If this had been the Harry Potter world where his first avatar resided, the spells he used wouldn't have been the Disarming Charm and Stunning Spell, but a lightning chain Killing Curse instead.
Since he didn't know the specific circumstances of this world or how dangerous it truly was, he figured it was best not to reveal too much of his power—especially powers inconsistent with what this avatar was supposed to possess—lest he attract unnecessary attention.
In the Harry Potter world, he knew that the strongest were Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Voldemort. As long as his strength wasn't far beneath theirs, he could afford to act recklessly without much consequence.
But in an unfamiliar world, it was wiser to stay cautious until he understood the situation.
If this world had beings powerful enough to slap him to death instantly, drawing too much attention now would not be a good idea.
"Let us continue—where were we?"
Voldemort, having just given Pettigrew an order, turned back to Harry and resumed the speech he had been interrupted in the middle of.
He had barely spoken two sentences when the battle behind him ended—but the outcome was completely different from what he had expected.
"Accio wand."
George summoned Jin Baobao's original wand to his hand. In the next instant, his body flashed with electricity, and he rushed behind Voldemort at lightning speed while dragging the unconscious Pettigrew.
Before Voldemort could react, George compressed a 2-billion-volt surge of electricity into his fingertips and injected it directly into Voldemort's body.
Voldemort, one of the most powerful wizards, possessed immense magical and spiritual strength. He had mastered many forms of dark magic and could even reconstruct his body to return from death.
That's why George struck fast, precise, and ruthlessly—holding nothing back.
Having just regained a physical body, Voldemort was hit with the full voltage and rolled his eyes back as his entire body convulsed from the shock.
His attention had been focused entirely on Harry. He hadn't expected George to get so close, let alone strike with such speed and an attack method so unexpected.
"Finite Incantatem!"
George dispelled the curse restraining Harry, then summoned the Goblet of Fire, which had been turned into a Portkey. Using its power, he vanished from the graveyard, taking Voldemort, Harry, and Pettigrew with him.
The masked Death Eaters—Voldemort's former followers who had escaped justice after the Wizarding War and gone on to infiltrate high positions within the Ministry of Magic—were now left staring at each other in confusion.
They had sworn loyalty to Voldemort, yes, but for most, that loyalty stemmed from his power and influence, and the benefits he could offer—not true devotion.
The truly loyal Death Eaters had either died in the war or been imprisoned in Azkaban.
If they had been truly devoted, they wouldn't have waited all these years without seeking out or assisting Voldemort's fragmented soul.
Their presence here, answering his summoning after his resurrection, came more from fear of retribution than from loyalty.
Even now, they still wore masks, unwilling to reveal their true identities.
Everything had happened so suddenly. Combined with their inner hesitation, they hesitated a moment too long—allowing Voldemort and Harry to be taken away.
Now, they found themselves in a dilemma: Should they stay, or run?
"Go!"
After a brief moment of thought, they all reached the same conclusion.
Voldemort had been transported back to the Triwizard Tournament arena via the Portkey, where he would soon face Dumbledore and many powerful wizards.
Seeing how easily he had just been taken away by that student, it was likely that his strength hadn't fully recovered yet due to the recent resurrection. Chances were, he was done for.
If they stayed here and Dumbledore killed Voldemort and used the Portkey to come over, then none of them would be able to escape.
Once they realized this, they immediately Apparated away one after another, vanishing from the scene.
"They're back! Is that... them?"
When George and Harry reappeared at the tournament grounds, the teachers, students, Ministry members, and the families of the contestants watching from the stands all stood up and began to cheer.
But the moment they noticed that George had brought back not only Pettigrew but also a noseless Voldemort, everyone suddenly froze.
"Headmaster! That's Voldemort! Voldemort has come back! He's resurrected!"
George released his continued electrical attack on Voldemort, pulled Harry back quickly, then shouted at the top of his lungs toward Dumbledore and the others in the stands.
At the sound of Voldemort's name, most of the wizards present shuddered, their faces filling with fear and panic.
Fortunately, Dumbledore reacted swiftly. Once he confirmed that the noseless man was indeed Voldemort, he drew his wand and launched an attack immediately.
The other heads of houses and professors like Viktor followed suit, acting the moment they saw the Headmaster take the lead. Next came the Ministry Aurors and high-ranking officials responsible for maintaining order.
Voldemort had only just managed to recover from the electrocution using his powerful magic, and before he could mount a defense or escape, he was overwhelmed by a barrage of spells.
His newly reconstructed body disintegrated on the spot, and his soul fled in the form of a plume of black smoke.
"ARGH! I WILL RETURN!"
His furious roar echoed across the arena, sending a wave of dread through every wizard present.
"Da Bao, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
From the stands, a pudgy middle-aged man in his forties stumbled down in a panic, urgently grabbing George by the arm.
This man was none other than the father of George's current avatar—Jin Guoqing.
To be honest, it was the first time one of his avatars had living parents, and it took some getting used to.
But George was no ordinary person. He quickly adjusted and, mimicking the way Jin Yuanyuan spoke based on the original's memory, put on a frightened expression.
"Father, don't worry. I'm alright."
Since he had taken over this body, calling the man "father" was only natural.
As he'd already decided: until he understood the full scope of this world, it was best to integrate fully using the original identity of his avatar.
"Let him go for now. He probably won't be much of a threat in the short term."
Turning his head to look at the black smoke that was Voldemort's fleeing soul, George didn't bother giving chase.
To him, Voldemort was just a minor threat. Now that he had escaped, he would likely need to hide out in the forests for years before daring to make another move.
By then, George would have already become well-acquainted with the world—and would have plenty of time to finish him off properly.
Voldemort was defeated, Pettigrew was captured on the spot, and George, alongside Harry, cooperated with Headmaster Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic to give a general account of the incident.
The story was simple: Pettigrew had failed to kill him with a misfired Killing Curse. After waking up, George bravely rescued Harry.
Fearing that Voldemort would rally the Death Eaters and start another wizarding war, he had boldly decided to bring Voldemort back with them.
(End of Chapter)