Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 78
Outside the maze, the professors were walking back and forth anxiously, Krum and Furong were staring at the center of the venue, they wanted to say thank you to Hilbert so much, Taoist Lingxu kept walking back and forth at the entrance with his hands behind his back come and go.He knew what would be there, but now he didn't know what was going on inside. Just now, he felt a sudden shock, so he didn't know. He quickly calculated, but he didn't know anything?
In the village of Little Hangleton, Voldemort smiled contemptuously, turned and faced Harry again.

Harry crouched behind the tombstone, knowing it was all over.No hope...alone and helpless.As he listened to Voldemort approaching, there was only one thought in his mind, which was beyond fear and reason: He couldn't curl up here to die like a child playing hide-and-seek; he couldn't kneel at Voldemort's feet...he had to be like his father To die standing up, to die in self-defense, even if self-defense was impossible... Harry stood up before Voldemort's serpentine face could turn around the tombstone... He gripped his wand, held it in front of him, and dashed away, Facing Voldemort.

Voldemort was also prepared.Voldemort yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" at the same time Harry yelled "Expelliarmus!"

A green light shot out of Voldemort's wand, and at the same time a red light shot out of Harry's wand—the two lights met in the air—and Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if electrified, and he clutched it tightly. It, he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to - a thin beam of light connecting the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.Harry looked along the beam in amazement, and saw that Voldemort's pale, slender fingers were also holding a trembling wand.There was another scream of pain from the wand...

Something emerged from the tip of the wand...another head of smoke, followed by arms and a body...an old man Harry had only seen in his dreams squeezed out of the wand like a ghost... This ghost or ghost, or something else, landed next to Hilbert, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Voldemort with a little surprise, looking at the connected wand and golden net...

But another head appeared... like a smoky head, it was a woman... Harry was trying to hold on to his wand, his arms were shaking.He saw the woman fall to the ground, straighten up like the others, and look around...

The ghost of Bertha Jorkins stares wide-eyed at the struggle before it.

And now another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand... Harry knew who she was at a glance... Lily Potter!his mother!

"Your dad is here too..." she said softly, "He wants to see you...it will be fine...hold on..."

And he came out... first the head, then the body... a tall man with shaggy hair - the spirit of James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, and straightened up.He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but so low that Voldemort couldn't hear him - Voldemort saw the man he had killed walking around and was terrified. His face was livid...

"We'll only be here for a short while after the connection is lost...but we'll buy you time...you'll have to get the Portkey and it'll take you back to Hogwarts...understand, Harry? "

"Understood," gasped Harry, gripping desperately as his wand slipped in his hand.

Outside the maze, Taoist Lingxu was still walking back and forth. At this moment, someone yelled, "What is that?"
Taoist Lingxu looked up.A shooting star?No!It's not a shooting star, it's the messenger jade pendant he left for Hilbert!
Taoist Lingxu jumped up, received the jade pendant, and instantly understood what was inside: Voldemort was resurrected and he needed help urgently.Hurry up!

Taoist Lingxu quickly made a formula, jumped up and set up Xiangyun and went straight to Little Hangleton Village.

Harry threw himself on and held on. "Spray," his father whispered, "get ready to run...Spread now..."

"Hi!" shouted Harry, feeling that he couldn't hold on any longer—he flicked his wand upwards, and the golden thread snapped, the web of light disappeared, and the song of the phoenix disappeared—but Que died. The ghosts under Voldemort's hands didn't disappear—they surrounded Voldemort so he couldn't see Harry—

Harry ran as hard as he could, knocking two stunned Death Eaters aside.He walked back and forth, using tombstones as cover.He felt the curses of the Death Eaters whizzing after him, hitting the tombstones - he dodged the curses and the grave, and rushed towards Hilbert's body.He forgot about the pain in his foot, and only thought about what he was going to do—

"Stun him!" he heard Voldemort shout.

Several Death Eaters hastily pulled out their wands, but just as the spell was cast, they hit themselves.At this time, there was a loud shout in the air

"Don't go away!" Taoist Lingxu held the Hunyuan golden sword and supported the auspicious cloud.He was furious, his eyes were red!
"Who is coming? Sign up to come!"

"I am the second disciple of Jiejiao, an immortal who is under the sect of Master Tongtian, and a quasi-spiritual Taoist!"

"Master, this man's strength is extraordinary, let's go!" Lucius Malfoy urged quickly.

"Where is Hilbert? Tell me!" The aura emitted by Taoist Lingxu caused everyone present to retreat again and again, unable to hold back.

"Professor! Professor Lingxu! Hill... Hill, he...he's dead!" Harry Potter rushed behind Professor Lingxu.

"What! What did you say?"

"he died!"

"Today, let's bury him with him!" Daoist Lingxu was trembling with anger, at this moment he suddenly saw a halo around his body, which was very mysterious, and then he saw a flash of light, and a majestic Taoist in Tsing Yi appeared in front of him In front of him, his face was almost similar to that of Taoist Lingxu.It was Taoist Lingxu who lost his disciple and got a blessing in disguise, so he took the opportunity to kill the incarnation of the evil corpse with the golden sword of Hunyuan.Dao Xing made great progress.

"Fellow Daoist, please, that reptile has a sworn hatred against us, and today is his death day."

Taoist Lingxu handed over the golden sword to the incarnation of the evil corpse, and took out a tiger-eye bamboo-jointed whip from his arms, bursts of purple light burst from the whip, and the two of them went forward to beat it like cutting melons and vegetables.Voldemort swung the Avada Kedavra Curse again and again, only to see the Taoist Lingxu break it open again and again, and Voldemort cast the Blazing Curse again.Taoist Lingxu waved his right hand, and the white jade gourd hanging on his waist automatically opened the lid, absorbing all the flames ejected from Voldemort's wand.It didn't work!There were screams all around.

Lucius quickly took Voldemort to apparate and the rest of them also fled in all directions.Only six people were brutally massacred.

The evil corpse turned around and gave a salute, his body was clear, and he threw himself into the Niwan Palace of Taoist Lingxu.

Taoist Lingxu looked at Hilbert on the ground and sighed a few times.Holding Hilbert in his arms, he pulled Harry Potter and took out his wand, "The trophy is coming!"

The two quickly disappeared.

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, the smell of grass filling his nose.He had closed his eyes when the Portkey had taken him flying, and he remained closed and motionless now.All strength seemed to be gone.He was so dizzy that the ground beneath him was shaking like the deck of a ship.To steady himself, he tightened his grip on the two things still in his hands: the smooth handle of the Triwizard Cup and Hilbert's body.He felt that if he let go of one of them, he would slide into the darkness gathering around the edges of his mind.Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smelling the grass, waiting...waiting for someone to do something...waiting for something to happen...while the scar on his forehead kept burning...

(End of this chapter)