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Harry stood up from behind the gravestone and yelled, "Expelliarmus!"
Voldemort sidestepped the spell easily before doing a double take. He raised his hand, "Wait! Stop! Everybody just stop. Potter what are you doing?"
Harry faltered, "Dueling?"
Voldemort stared at him incredulously and repeated, "Dueling. Dueling? You call that dueling?! Come on, Potter! This is a fight to the death! Why in the world are you casting Expelliarmus?"
"To disarm. Why? What do you think I'm trying to do?" he asked, confused.
Voldemort facepalmed, "Potter, what do you not get about the fact that we are fighting to the death here! What good is disarming me going to do?! You realize that I can use wandless magic to summon the wand right back to my hand, right? I mean, you've definitely studied my past so you'd know what to expect if you ever had to fight me, haven't you?"
Harry shuffled his feet, looking embarrassed. "I... the thought never occurred to me before."
"Really Potter? Really?" Voldemort said, shaking his head in disappointment. "You're supposed to be my nemesis and this is the best you can do?"
Harry bristled indignantly, "Hey, I can cast the shield charm and stunners too!"
Voldemort looked at him with pity and said, "That's great Potter, it really is. Except for two things: Avada Kadava bypasses the shield charm, and stunners have a simple and easy counter charm that all my followers can cast." He then waved at the thirty or so men gathered around them. "I mean, even if you somehow hit me with a stunner, then what?"
Harry stood there flummoxed. "I would... uh... let's see…"
Voldemort sighed. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Now I'm just embarrassed for the both of us. I'm regretting ever considering you my nemesis, it just reflects so badly on me. Just... just go, alright? I’m not feeling this fight anymore."
Harry simply stood there with an unsure look on his face until Voldemort made a shooing motion with his hands and said, "Go on, get out of here!" As Harry shuffled over to the Triwizard Cup and vanished, Voldemort mused aloud, "Maybe Longbottom will put up a better fight?"