Harry Potter Platinum Glory

The Death Eaters shouted loudly, asking for Voldemort's instructions. Many people took out their wands, and the magic hit the light cage one by one, but it only caused ripples and could not penetrate at all.

"Don't use magic on it!" cried Voldemort to the Death Eaters, "this is the Flashback Charm out of control! You are adding to my burden!

Voldemort struggled to break the splintered filament connecting the two wands. And Harry grabbed the wand tightly with both hands, desperately trying to connect them together. The wand's trembling grew so loud that it made a terrifying hum. As a phoenix song rang out in the air, a huge bead of light gradually appeared and slid between the two of them along the filament of light.

"Ha-!" Voldemort cheered up all of a sudden, increasing the output of magic power, and the beads of light began to slowly slide towards Harry...

As the bead of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became so hot that he almost feared it would burn. The closer the beads of light came, the more Harry's wand vibrated. Although he had no idea what was going on, Harry knew that once the beam of light entered his wand, he was doomed. Desperate emotions filled his head, dazed, as if by a ghost, and his left hand let go of his wand and grabbed towards the beam of light, as if trying to push it away with his hand.

Before Voldemort could laugh at his opponent, he found in disbelief that the moment Harry's hand touched the beam of light, the beam of light trembled and turned around and flew towards him at an astonishing speed. He roared, and the magic power surged out of his body, and even the surrounding air made a crackling sound. However, everything was in vain, and the beam of light ignored his obstruction and got into the wand in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a scream of pain from Voldemort's wand, echoing endlessly...and then—the human hand, formed only of smoke, flew out of the tip of the wand and disappeared...it was the broken piece he had made for Wormtail. The hand... another scream of pain... a larger object emerges from the tip of Voldemort's wand, a large grey thing, as if made of the densest smoke... a head first... Then the chest and arms... an old man with a cane floated out. Another head appeared...like a smoky gray head, this was a woman...she fell to the ground, straightened up and looked at...

The two ghosts began to float rapidly along the inner wall of the golden net, and several loyal Death Eaters were chasing them nervously outside and running around the golden net, and most of the others were stunned.

Another head emerges from the tip of Voldemort's wand... The ghost of a long-haired woman falls to the ground, straightening up to stare at Harry... Then a tall man with tousled hair... They are all the same size as Harry very similar.

Suddenly, Harry nodded at the ghost in front of him, and lifted his wand forcefully upwards, the golden thread was broken, the light net disappeared, and the phoenix's song disappeared. But the ghosts who died at Voldemort's hands did not disappear, they surrounded Voldemort and prevented him from seeing Harry.

Harry ran with all his might, knocking the two stunned Death Eaters aside. He walked around, using tombstones as cover. Several spells flew in his direction, but they all hit the tombstone.

"Stun him!" Voldemort shouted loudly.

Harry hurriedly dodged behind a marble angel sculpture, avoiding the red light behind him, only to see the tips of the angel's wings shattered by the spell. He clenched his wand and rushed out from behind the angel, pointing his wand at the Triwizard Cup and shouting, "The trophy is flying!

The trophy flew towards him. Harry grabbed the handle of the cup and felt a tug under his belly button, the door key worked - he was swept away by a whirlwind of colour, and he thought he was out of danger...

However, just as the space vortex was about to disappear, Augustus moved. The Flying Thor mark on the trophy fluctuated for a while, and then, Potter, who was supposed to be teleported to Hogwarts, suddenly fell into an unknown space and passed out at the same time.

And with his move, Voldemort was suddenly angry and vigilant.

"who is it--!"

Voldemort was inexplicably horrified. He had just felt a powerful wave of magic, right under that tree! There must be someone there!

In other words, someone stood there for so long, and he didn't notice at all?! This made Voldemort feel a little bit of fear, even Dumbledore could not achieve this level of invisibility!

Seeing Voldemort's surprised look, the corners of Augustus' mouth twitched, revealing his figure.

"Dear Lord Dark Lord, long time no see.

As Augustus' graceful figure appeared, Voldemort's eyes suddenly showed surprise, disbelief, and... icy killing intent!

"It's you--!

Voldemort's expression now was as rich as Potter had seen him just now.

Also, in the previous two collisions, Augustus 683 left a "profound" image on him.

"August. Black, you dare to appear in front of me! Very well, I'm going to ask you to settle the previous account!"

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Voldemort's eyes with cold killing intent bloomed. What Augustus had done before, but he had hurt him badly.

"Oh? You don't think I'm here to avenge you, right?"

Seeing the expression on Voldemort's face that he was going to kill him, Augustus said amusedly.

Hearing Augustus' words, Voldemort's pupils shrank.

Yes, with his "godson" character, would he come over to die for no reason?

Does he have help?

Suddenly, Voldemort's mind popped up such a thought.

He never thought that Augustus' self-confidence came from his own powerful strength.

In Voldemort's view, the two previous defeats to Augustus were because he was too weak. And now in front of him who has been fully resurrected, Augustus is a bug that can be pinched to death.

"I want to see if you can hold out until the reinforcements arrive!"