Countless tiny golden-red lights flickered in the space and converged toward Elwyn, condensing into a powerful magic.
At this moment, Elwyn had great power, a power that even the Evil God was afraid of, and the whole world trembled under his feet.
The Evil God retreated, using all its strength to cut off its connection with Elwyn and this world.
It did not understand how a weak human could master such a powerful magic, this was not a power they should have.
Thousands of years ago, it was once sealed by human spellcasters with this magic and imprisoned in an endless void cage.
Now, it would repeat the same mistake!
It was not willing, it did not want to wait another thousand years to reconstruct the coordinates of this world.
It was not sure, this time, whether there would be any stupid centaurs finding it, the possibility was slim.
At the bottom of the abyss, Elwyn's body was already covered with magic runes, the Evil God recalled the unchanging time, even it felt afraid of the power and the ancient existence, recalled countless years ago, it fought that tragic battle.
It suddenly understood that this was the magic of those guys, they did not die, the war was still going on.
From the beginning of the universe, they had been fighting.
This battle would not end with time, nor would it end with the existence of one side or the other. Even if both sides were dead, the wills they left behind would continue to fight until a victor was decided and one side would be completely destroyed.
This was a battle between hope and despair, creation and destruction, now, Elwyn had the upper hand.
He suppressed the Evil God, although it was not easy, victory was in sight, he used all his strength to complete the "Silence" magic.
Under the pressure of the powerful magic, a small crack appeared on the Evil God statue, it became bigger and bigger, spreading in all directions.
In the center of the magic that was forming, Elwyn endured the pain.
A huge amount of magic power wreaked havoc in his body, attacking every blood vessel, every nerve, and every cell. He was enduring unprecedented pain.
Elwyn had an illusion that he was being demonized, losing his life, becoming a creature made entirely of magic.
But he did not care, or rather, he could not give up, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to use his magic power as fast as possible to make him feel better.
Sometimes, excessive power was a burden. Elwyn felt that he was about to be torn apart by the violent magic power.
He was almost done. He told himself to hold on, just one more second.
Elwyn stared at the cracks on the Evil God's statue. From the thickness of a strand of hair, they began to grow larger.
That was his goal, his belief. As long as the "Silence" spell was completed, he would be able to move the Evil God's shadow into the statue, and the crack would expand until the Evil God's statue was destroyed.
This had extraordinary significance. Not only could it reveal the coordinates of the Evil God in this world, but it could also destroy Lord Voldemort's Soul Vessel.
The difficulty and complexity of Silence was far beyond Elwyn's imagination. If he had to do it again, he wasn't sure if he could cast it again, and he might not have the courage to do so, because the pain caused by the mana going berserk was too great.
In the air, Elwyn drew another rune with his wand. Just as he was about to start the next one, he suddenly stopped.
It wasn't that he couldn't hold on, but that he couldn't supply enough magic power. The brightness of the sorcerer's stone was getting weaker and weaker.
Silence required too much magic power, and a sorcerer's stone couldn't provide that much.
It looked like a light bulb that was about to go out.
Elwyn's heart sank. His own magic power had long been used up. Without the support of the sorcerer's stone, there was no way he could complete this spell.
Even if his magic power wasn't used up, it was useless. Compared to the huge demand, it was like trying to put out a cart of firewood with a cup of water.
Moreover, it wasn't just a problem of magic power. Elwyn himself couldn't hold on any longer.
Right now, he only lacked one reason, a reason for him to give up.
He didn't want to hold on any longer. He could feel his life slipping away from him.
Perhaps he could destroy the Evil God's statue, but Elwyn would have to pay with his life.
"Elwyn!"
"Be careful, Elwyn!"
Elwyn heard Dumbledore's voice and Elaine's scream. These sounds rushed into his ears.
It was strange. Just a moment ago, he couldn't feel anything. But now, all his senses were back!
He knew that he was at the end of his rope. The complete Silence was not a spell he could complete now.
The information about the Silence spell in his mind started to disappear. He knew that it was almost time. There was no point in continuing.
With the recovery of his senses, Elwyn turned from an omnipotent god back into a mortal.
The battle between Dumbledore and the Lord Voldemort had also ended. The Lord Voldemort had decided to escape!
He controlled Harry through the soul connection and made Dumbledore kill him. He already knew the result. Dumbledore wouldn't give up on this child. Harry's body fell into the abyss. When Dumbledore tried to save Harry, his phantom appeared.
Elwyn saw the Lord Voldemort's figure appear in front of him with a bang. There was a ball of fire, and a pair of blood-red eyes in the fire. It was a pair of unforgettable eyes.
He was staring at Elwyn fiercely, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Darkness covered everything again. Only the red eyes didn't disappear …
Elwyn fainted. What happened next had nothing to do with him. He believed that Dumbledore would take care of everything.
In the darkness, Elwyn used the Silence spell again and again. Construct, dissipate, reconstruct, and dissipate.
He kept repeating the part that he had completed before, so that the memory would be engraved into his body and become an instinct.
Elwyn didn't know how much time had passed. He only felt something soft and cool touching him.
What is this? Is Hermione secretly kissing me?
As Elwyn thought about this, he secretly opened his eyes and saw Elaine.
Her little hand was holding a towel and she was wiping him clumsily. She obviously hadn't done this kind of thing before.
After a few seconds, Elaine noticed that Elwyn had woken up. She said happily, "You're awake!"
"Yes. What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep. I saw that you were too dirty, so I wanted to help you wipe!" Elaine replied, waving the towel in her hand. "I got water and a towel from a house-elf. I felt that this was the only thing I could do!"
There was a moment of silence. Elwyn still hadn't reacted.
"Oh, right!" Elaine continued. "Don't worry. Dumbledore said that you weren't injured. You just exhausted your magic. You just need to rest in bed."
"How long was I out?" Elwyn asked. "And what happened after I fainted?"
He looked up and saw Harry on the bed next to him. This seemed to be Grimmauld Square 12.
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