After the spell was lifted, Voldemort took a deep breath of the damp air in the graveyard and quickly sat up.
He stared intently at Harry and said in a hoarse voice, "This isn't magic, Harry Potter!"
Looking at the pale Voldemort, Harry tightened his grip on his wand, took a step forward to stand before Voldemort, and raised his hand to smash it into Voldemort's face.
"Impedimenta..."
Although he didn't have a wand, Voldemort's skill meant he had long mastered wandless casting.
It was just that the effectiveness of spells cast with and without a wand differed significantly.
If spells cast in any manner had the same power, then there would be no need for the Elder Wand.
Harry's fist was slowed by an invisible barrier, and seeing this, he couldn't help but increase the force of his blow.
Bang.
Voldemort flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, then propped himself up with his hands, his gaze fixed coldly on Harry, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.
"Haha, Harry Potter... You're not even a wizard now."
Yang Tao walked to Harry's side, placed a hand on his shoulder, and, looking at the somewhat disheveled Voldemort, said with a smile, "A wizard? Your vision is only so limited. Alright, summon your Death Eaters. This Little Hangleton graveyard is quite suitable for you."
Although Voldemort's gaze remained cold, his body was honest. He stood up from the ground and looked around. Upon seeing Peter Pettigrew lying on the ground, he walked over step by step, rolled up Peter Pettigrew's sleeve, and revealed the red Dark Mark imprinted on his arm.
The Dark Mark served as the symbol of the Death Eaters, branded onto the left forearm of everyone who joined their ranks, and could be used for communication with Voldemort and other Death Eaters.
It took the form of a giant skull with a snake emerging from its mouth.
A wand spun and landed beside him. Voldemort picked it up without a word and pointed it at the Dark Mark.
In an instant, the red Dark Mark gradually turned black, and the tattoo-like mark seemed to come alive, moving on his arm.
Whenever Voldemort pressed the Dark Mark on a Death Eater's arm, the Dark Mark on all other Death Eaters would burn painfully and turn black.
At this point, they would immediately Apparate to Voldemort's side to receive his commands, enabling Voldemort to summon other Death Eaters.
If a Death Eater failed to arrive in time, the Dark Mark would turn scorched black.
In less than ten seconds, black mists appeared in the sky, and Death Eaters, dressed in black robes and wearing half-skull masks, answered Voldemort's call and arrived at the Little Hangleton church graveyard.
Yang Tao immediately spotted Lucius Malfoy, whom he had seen that morning. Even though Lucius Malfoy was wearing a tightly wrapped black cloak, his identity was discernible from the golden long hair spilling out from under his hood.
Whoosh...
His figure instantly vanished from his original spot, appearing before all the Death Eaters as if he could multiply, and he cast a mass stunning spell using his superior physical techniques.
Looking at Lucius, the only one who hadn't fainted, Yang Tao showed a warm smile and reached out towards the hood on his head. Lucius Malfoy was still in a state of confusion, completely unaware of the current situation, and he showed no reaction even when Yang Tao pulled back his hood.
"Lucius Malfoy, I knew we would meet, but I didn't expect it to be so soon..."
He reached out and removed the bone mask from Lucius's face, then squeezed it gently. With a tooth-grinding crunch, the white bone mask was crushed into powder by Yang Tao and scattered on the ground.
"You..."
Lucius was now full of questions, but for a moment, he didn't know where to begin asking.
Looking at Yang Tao's playful gaze, and Voldemort standing silently behind him, Lucius felt a cold sweat, even though he was wearing several layers of clothing.
Caw-caw~
A chilling bird cry suddenly echoed from the forest on the outskirts of the graveyard. Yang Tao reached out and grabbed Lucius by the neck.
Instantly, Lucius felt as if he was being constricted by a python around his neck.
He quickly pulled out his wand, intending to resist, but Yang Tao slightly increased the pressure in his hand, making him feel as if he were suffocating instantly.
"Lucius, to be honest, I have a good impression of you. There's an old London proverb: 'A wise man submits to the times'..."
"Since you would fear Voldemort's power and submit to him, why not consider... submitting to me?"
Snape looked at Yang Tao, who resembled the Dark Lord even more than Voldemort, and his hand holding his wand couldn't help but sweat a little.
He was contemplating a very realistic problem.
If Yang Tao suddenly decided to rule the wizarding world on a whim, what should he do? And what would Dumbledore do?
Yang Tao casually tossed Lucius, who was on the verge of fainting, onto the ground.
"Cough, cough..."
Lucius slumped onto the dirty grass, clutching his neck and coughing violently a few times. Several bright red finger marks were clearly imprinted on his neck.
He had no doubt that if Yang Tao had used a little more force, his neck would have been snapped.
He glanced at Voldemort, whose eyes were fierce and seemed to want to devour him, and Lucius now regretted it so much his liver ached.
How much better would it have been to stay home with Narcissa and plan for a child...
Now that he had come to stir up trouble, he was probably going to drown himself.
"What do you want me to do?"
As he asked, his gaze occasionally drifted towards Voldemort, after all, so many years of oppressive power couldn't disappear in a short while.
Yang Tao smiled and pointed at Voldemort, saying, "Kill it."
"Huh?"
The anger in Voldemort's eyes seemed almost tangible, but unfortunately, he didn't possess the Basilisk's ability to kill with a stare.
Upon hearing Yang Tao's words, Harry said somewhat anxiously, "Sir, can I avenge my parents..."
Harry was not unfamiliar with or resistant to killing.
Although most of the beings who had died by his hand couldn't be called human, their sheer number was considerable.
"Don't worry, I told you before that Voldemort doesn't have just one Horcrux."
"Hufflepuff's Cup, Gaunt's Ring, Slytherin's Locket... Don't worry, Peter Pettigrew still has another hand and two legs, and Voldemort's father's ashes will definitely be enough."
When Harry heard Yang Tao say this, his previously troubled expression vanished, replaced by a look of speechlessness.
"Mr. Yang, I... I feel like you're acting like the villain from a storybook right now."
"Haha, Harry, when did I ever give you the illusion that I was a good guy?"
Gently stroking Harry's head, Yang Tao said with a smile, "I simply treat you as my own child. I don't want you to encounter danger, and it has nothing to do with my stance."
"If you are willing to forgive them, I will respect your decision."
At most, he would secretly get up in the middle of the night and bury Voldemort and his Death Eaters alive; after all, he wasn't some great evil person.
"Lucius, you don't have much time left."
An M500 appeared in Yang Tao's hand, its dark muzzle aimed at Lucius's head.
"You die or he dies..."