HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin's face was a little dark, and the ghost knew why he said such meaningless words.

At this time, Fan Lin appeared behind everyone. Of course, Fox on his shoulders did not touch the invisibility with Fan Lin, which was the key to catching Nagini.

Many Death Eaters were in an uproar, and Voldemort turned around immediately, Valin Al!

The blood-red pupils shine even brighter.

The look of this boy, Voldemort will never forget in his life, just like Harry Potter, these two damned little devils.

Voldemort would never forget his failures, the night in Godric's Hollow, the dungeons at Hogwarts, and last summer's failure...

These places, if it weren't for these two brats now...

Damn it, you all should die! Voldemort's eyes burst out with unimaginable hatred for a moment.

Many Death Eaters looked stunned. They were touched behind by a little wizard, but none of them noticed. Obviously, this was something that no one could accept.

They all knew that the two little wizards in front of them had shattered the plans of the great Lord of Darkness Voldemort countless times, which they all saw in their eyes.

There is no doubt that this time...

No one can be sure who will be next.

Arrived here... the aura master of the Ministry of Magic? Or Dumbledore?

You really let me down... Fan Lin said calmly, It's very unfortunate, but, I think, your party should come to an end here.

Fan Lin! Harry's eyes lit up, Fan Lin's appearance here obviously gave Harry great encouragement.

It was Fan Lin who was talking to him before, and he hid beside him with the Illusion Curse, but now he jumped out, obviously confident.

Maybe, it really can...

Be careful, Harry. Fan Lin's expression was stern. He still hasn't seen the wand effect between Harry and Voldemort that Dumbledore said.

To trigger the flashback curse, obviously, this requires the contact of two people's spells to be able to do it.

Go ahead,

Harry, like I said before, Voldemort can't beat you at all, believe me, let's get out of here...

Fan Lin drew out his wand, and in just a split second, a large amount of magic power from the Sorcerer's Stone gathered from his wrist continuously.

Just like in the Quidditch World Cup, the dazzling blue light spread from Fan Lin's body in an instant.

Damn it, you're all going to die! Voldemort yelled angrily, and Fan Lin's appearance touched the originally peaceful state of mind.

You, kill him! Voldemort yelled, but before the Death Eaters could move, Harry moved first.

Voldemort was already ready, ready to kill Harry, and Harry was the same. His standing up meant that Harry would face Voldemort head-on. Just when Harry shouted: Eus (explode your weapon)!, Voldemort finally couldn't bear it anymore.

avada kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!

When a beam of red light shot from Harry's wand, Voldemort's wand also shot a pale green light, and they met in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the sparks generated by the collision of magic power replaced the color of the entire space.

Fan Lin was a little nervous. He wasn't sure if Harry could really stop Voldemort. Until now, too many things were out of his control, just like Dumbledore.

There is no doubt that just relying on an incomplete memory is not enough to grasp everyone.

However, this is already a high starting point, at least...

Suddenly, Harry's wand vibrated, as if a burst of electricity was passing through it.

But Harry's hand was still clinging to it, and he wouldn't let it go if he wanted to.

A narrow beam of light joined the two wands, not red or green, but bright, a deep golden yellow.

Harry stared at the beam of light in amazement, along which Harry saw Voldemort's long, white fingers gripping his wand, which was also vibrating.

Then, when Harry was not prepared, he felt his feet lift off the ground. Both he and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the twinkling golden beam.

They were sliding away from Voldemort's father's headstone, and finally came to a clean, graveless spot. The Death Eaters yelled, they were asking Voldemort for instructions, and they formed a new circle around Harry and Voldemort.

Snakes slithered on their heels, and some of them drew their wands.

And Fan Lin just stood in front of all the Death Eaters...

The golden beam of light that connected Harry and Voldemort was splitting: the wands were still connected, and branches of thousands of lights arced above them and crossed around them until they were surrounded by a A golden, circular web forms a cage of light.

The Death Eaters outside surrounded Fan Lin like a pack of jackals, and the strange thing was that their shouts became indistinct.

Leave us alone, Voldemort screamed at the corpse eaters. Kill the other one!

Harry saw his surprise at what had happened, and his eyes widened even further as he tried to shatter the beam of light that was still attached to him and Harry's wand.

Harry quickly gripped his wand tighter with both hands. The golden beam of light is still intact.

Damn it, kill the other one, I can handle it here! Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters Suddenly, there was a mysterious, beautiful voice in the air, which came from every little segment of the web spun with light In the light, echoed around Harry and Voldemort.

Harry recognized the voice, even though he had only heard it once before... what a beautiful song... it was Harry's voice of hope, the most beautiful and joyous voice he had ever heard in his life. He felt that the voice not only sounded around him, but penetrated into him.

The voice connected him to Voldemort, like a friend whispering in his ear.

Don't disconnect the beam of light.

I know, Harry said to the voice, I know I have to not... but the moment he thinks about it, things go wrong.

His wand shook more than before, and the beam of light between him and Voldemort changed.

There seemed to be many large beads of light sliding back and forth on the beam of light between the wands, and Harry felt the wand in his hand vibrate as the beads began to slide slowly and steadily.

Now the beads of light began to move toward him from Voldemort, and he felt his wand vibrate angrily.

As the first bead of light got closer and closer to the tip of Harry's wand, the log became so hot in his hand that he feared it would catch fire. The closer the bead came, the harder Harry's wand vibrated.

He was sure that his wand would not be able to take it any longer, and it seemed as if it would shatter in his hands.

He concentrated all his energy, forcing the light beads to slide towards Voldemort, his ears filled with beautiful singing, his eyes staring furiously... Slowly, slowly, the light beads vibrated Then it stopped, and then, also slowly, it began to move in the other direction. Now, Voldemort's wand began to vibrate violently.

All of this is beyond everyone's understanding, and no one knows what kind of magic spell it is, and it has never been seen before.

Perhaps, this is the so-called destiny, the destiny between the Dark Lord and the warrior, they will eventually decide whether to live or die, just today or at some other time.

Maybe the Dark Lord will fail...

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