Allen had just put away the Gryffindor scarf when he felt the badge on his neck heating up. Allen pressed down on the Aura badge that he had temporarily worn to make it easier to contact Aura. He listened carefully to the news and looked up with a solemn expression. "Aura just sent me the statistics of the casualties … Excluding us wizards and those who were injured but have been healed, tonight in the Little Huijin District … seven Muggle have unfortunately lost their lives."
Harry glared at Lord Voldemort angrily. He could feel the raging fire licking at his internal organs, burning in the terrible emptiness. Although Lord Voldemort did not hear Allen's report, he had already received the news when he looked at Harry for a while. He looked at Harry with interest and smiled maliciously.
Dumbledore maintained his silence and did not speak. He pressed his forehead tiredly. The street lights in the park shone on his white eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles, making him look like a silent statue.
"The Ministry of Magic will arrange these misfortunes as accidents. The Ministry of Magic will allocate one gold coin to successfully exchange for pounds sterling as compensation. Using a reason acceptable to the Muggles, the Ministry of Magic will send it to the relatives of these deceased Muggles as compensation." Allen noticed Harry's expression and added, "I will personally provide some financial compensation to these unfortunate families …"
"If they didn't have to move me, they wouldn't have lost their lives like this." Harry's voice was trembling. He suddenly thought of a possibility. He shuddered and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "Allen … Among the dead, is there anyone we know?"
Allen, who had never worried about this problem, was stunned. He immediately understood what Harry meant. Near Privet Drive, there were many Muggle's classmates and teachers. What made Allen sigh was that because of Dudley, many of his classmates treated Harry as a weirdo and did not treat him as a friend. But now, Harry was worried that some of them had died because of him …
"I'm sorry, Harry. We will have to wait for further information on the specific casualties." Allen was stunned. He was momentarily stunned by Harry's question. He paused and kept his tone calm. He continued to speak in a sanctimonious manner, "If there is any misfortune … I will let you know immediately."
Harry sighed deeply and looked at the tip of his shoe in dismay.
At this time, a bald middle-aged wizard ran to Alan, panting. He said to Alan excitedly, "Mr. Harris, the live broadcast equipment has been set up. It can guarantee that it will not be affected by magic power and will remain stable."
The wizard did not dare to look in the direction of the Lord Voldemort. After he finished speaking to Allen and saw that Allen nodded, he quickly ran back silently. As a member of the media, although he was very afraid of the Dark Lord, the thought of personally participating in the live broadcast and recording of the battle between the top wizards made him very excited.
"Allen, avenge us!" Harry clenched his fist. He regretted that he had been too lazy in school and did not practice spells to gain more power.
"Harry, don't let hatred devour your nature …" The silent Dumbledore finally spoke. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder again. "By the way, Allen … Although I personally don't think you should take such a risk, the British wizards need you … I noticed that Tom's aura and mental state are not quite right. You better be careful."
"Abusi, take Harry and stand further away. If possible, please help protect the staff at the scene. Without Aura's help, I don't have much confidence in the shield they created." Alan nodded at Dumbledore, then turned around and walked towards Voldemort. He bowed slightly in front of Voldemort and pointed in the direction of the live broadcast. "Mr. Liddell, the TV station staff told me that the live broadcast is ready. May I ask if you still need to prepare? If you have any other reasonable requests, feel free to let me know. I will try my best to accommodate them. "
Upon hearing this, Lord Voldemort's red eyes with two slits shone even brighter in the dark. His strangely long fingers slowly reached into his black robe and pulled out a wand from a deep pocket. His slender, pale hand gently stroked the wand from the top of his head. His bright red eyes finally fixed on Allen and he spoke in a cold and sharp voice. "So, boy from the Harris family, tell me … has the live broadcast started?"
"If you're ready …" Alan replied. "We'll start before we enter the arena. The TV station has already broadcasted this message when they were setting it up. Now, I think basically every family with a wizard TV … The wizards are all waiting to watch our duel …"
"Very good …" Lord Voldemort's lips twisted into a sinister smile. "Harris, I will kill you in front of all the wizards and expose your shameless lies …"
At this time, a large empty space had been cleared out in the small park. The children's play facilities were all gone, and the street lamps were temporarily moved to other positions by magic. Various broadcasting equipment was hung high in the distance, recording the scene from various angles. Dumbledore had personally added a few super-strong protective shields for them.
This kind of situation where everyone was looking at them made the atmosphere a little tense.
Two black-robed Magi in different styles appeared in the air near the park. They were about ten yards away from each other, but they were able to appear so close to each other. It was as if they knew exactly where the other would choose to start the battle.
"Aha, young Harris …" Lord Voldemort shouted, his voice echoing in the air above the park. "So, how should we start …"
"Just as we agreed." Allen nodded and replied while searching his mind for the spells he had learned. He didn't want the duel to end too quickly.
"You're referring to the two of us …" Voldemort furrowed his brows without eyebrows and emphasized his words in a louder voice than usual. "Duel until one of us falls?" At this point, Voldemort laughed out loud. Alan knew that Voldemort had used magic in his voice, which was enough to make Wizards who were not powerful enough to flee in fear.
"Sigh, Tom … let's be less scheming and more sincere." Allen sighed and pointed at his head. "You know that this trick won't work on me last year. Why do you still want to use it?"
"Call me Lord Voldemort!" Lord Voldemort suppressed his anger at Liddell's scheming and sincerity. He lowered his face and shouted, "Little boy, you haven't answered my question. How are we going to start this duel?!"
"Alright, Tom, I'm looking forward to it …" Allen stopped smiling and asked seriously before Lord Voldemort exploded, "Mr. Liddell, how about we follow the British tradition?"
"Hmph …" Voldemort's cold and sharp voice was broadcasted simultaneously. His angry face was now paler than a skeleton's, and his two large eyes were even redder. The two slits on his snake-like nose opened and closed as he breathed. "That's for the best. Let me teach you, this rude fellow, what is a wizard's tradition."
The two sides didn't say anything else. Allen and Voldemort turned to face each other in the air with the black fog below them and bowed. They did it perfectly. Even the strictest etiquette expert would not be able to find fault with the angle of their bows.
However, Lord Voldemort's lips were twisted and his red eyes revealed a cruel expression. Allen narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the disdain and mockery in his expression made Lord Voldemort's expression even more ferocious.
Lord Voldemort then held his wand in front of his chest like an arrow, while Allen took out the grand arcanist's wand that he and Luna had made in the past.
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