"I'm fine, keep flying!" Harry wiped the blood off his face. He saw two more Death Eaters approaching from the darkness.
While he and the Death Eaters were shooting spells at each other, Hagrid twisted and turned the bike in a difficult zigzag pattern.
Harry knew that Hagrid did not dare to use Flamethrower anymore because the seat was not safe. Luckily, the two Death Eaters behind him were not strong. He kept casting Stun Spells on them and almost knocked them off the broom.
One of the Death Eaters dropped his bandana when he was dodging Harry's spell. With the red light from the Stun Spell, Harry saw Stan Sampark's abnormally pale face.
Alright, this guy finally became a Death Eater.
Seeing Stan Sampark, the former Knight Bus conductor, Harry was no less shocked than he was a few months ago when he found out that this guy was suspected of being a Death Eater. He even had a heated argument with Rufus Scrimgeour about this, saying that Stan Sampark was definitely not a Death Eater. He was just a boastful conductor with acne all over his face. Now it seemed that nothing was absolute.
When evil came, everyone would fall into madness.
Just then, two more Death Eaters appeared from the darkness and quickly flew toward Hagrid's bike.
"Hagrid, shoot again, use that Flamethrower again!" Harry turned around and shouted.
"Hold on tight, Harry!" Hagrid replied.
Harry turned around and hugged Hagrid's waist tightly. With another deafening roar, the engine spat out a white blue flame.
Under the strong impact, Harry felt like he was sliding toward the back of the seat.
Just as he was about to slide out, Hagrid grabbed him from behind with one hand and tried his best to control the handle with the other.
"I think we've shaken them off, Harry, we did it!" Hagrid shouted excitedly.
Harry felt that his hand was sticky. He lifted it up and saw that it was covered in blood under the moonlight. It was the blood of his broken teeth.
However, this injury was nothing. In fact, Harry felt that it was a little too simple.
After a few minutes he felt the bike descend a little, though the lights on the ground were as distant as the stars in the sky.
As his rapid breathing gradually calmed down, Harry could not help but wonder where the Lord Voldemort was.
… … … …
After escaping from the Death Eaters, Elwyn and Sirius changed directions and flew towards the northeast. That was where Ron and Mad Eye Moody had escaped.
Elwyn could feel that compared to the other teams that were moving, the two of them had stopped moving, which was worrisome.
In the endless darkness around him, he felt a trace of danger.
There were no Death Eaters, but as they moved forward, the sense of danger grew stronger.
This is … Lord Voldemort's aura!
And his magic!
Lord Voldemort actually went after Ron and Moody. How strange!
Elwyn did not know why Lord Voldemort would do this, but he did not believe that Lord Voldemort would be so easily fooled.
Even if Lord Voldemort went after Harry and Hagrid's team, Elwyn would not be so surprised. He knew the connection between Harry and Lord Voldemort.
The connection between the soul vessel and the main soul could allow Lord Voldemort to find Harry. If he really wanted to do this, he could do it. No one could stop him.
Of course, doing so would further damage Lord Voldemort's broken soul. It was uncertain whether he was willing to do so.
However, Lord Voldemort did not go after Elwyn, who caused the most commotion, nor did he go after the real Harry. Instead, he went after Ron. This was too strange!
What was he planning to do?
"Look, Elwyn, over there!" Sirius shouted.
Next to a Muggle building in the downtown area, Elwyn saw Lord Voldemort floating in the air. He floated about seven floors above the ground. He did not ride a broom or a Thestrum. He simply floated in the air. His snake-like face flashed with a sinister light, and his pale fingers held a wand.
Under Lord Voldemort's feet, the darkness was gathering towards him like the smoke in the wind.
In front of him was another gathering point of the smoky darkness.
Under the illumination of the surrounding tall buildings, Elwyn saw "Harry's" body slowly approaching Lord Voldemort …
No, that's Ron!
He must have fainted and lost consciousness. His head was lowered, surrounded by the black fog, and he was getting closer and closer to Lord Voldemort.
The two seemed to be connected by a black thread, but it also seemed to be a deep night, a darkness that even the lights could not dispel.
Elwyn did not know what Lord Voldemort was planning to do with Ron, nor did he know how he was floating in the air. This kind of magic … He looked away from Lord Voldemort, who was shrouded in black fog, and quickly looked around. It was a mess. They had just gone through a fierce battle. Elwyn did not see Moody, either. He did not know how he was doing.
The emergency did not give them much time. Sirius roared and controlled the broom to rush towards Lord Voldemort.
Elwyn flew up as well. He pointed his wand at the street lamps on both sides of the road.
A blue light flashed, and the two street lamps began to grow longer and longer. Then, like a snake, they flew towards Lord Voldemort. But before they could touch Lord Voldemort, the street lamps began to melt, and finally turned into a cloud of gray smoke. The smoke condensed again into a sharp knife, and flew towards the charging Sirius.
Sirius controlled the broom and dodged it by a hair's breadth. Lord Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at him. "Avada …"
A lightning-like silver light struck. It was Elwyn's spell.
He wanted to interrupt Lord Voldemort's spellcasting, but it was useless. Almost at the instant he fired the spell, a black shield suddenly appeared in front of Lord Voldemort.
The white light hit the shield, and there was a thunderous rumble. It turned into sparks and dissipated into the air.
A sparkling stream of light flashed on the shield, and then it disappeared into the air.
Amidst the rumbling, Lord Voldemort's spell was complete. A dark green light struck towards Sirius, carrying with it the threat of death.
This force was very strong. The strong magical aura compressed the space, making it impossible for Sirius to dodge.
Bang!
The killing curse hit Sirius's broom, and he appeared at the last moment.
In the next second, he appeared above Lord Voldemort. He waved his wand, and three red lights shot out.
Almost at the same time, Elwyn's spell was also ready.
He waved his wand vigorously, and bright red light streaked across the night sky. Spell after spell attacked Lord Voldemort.
"Poor spell! Poor spell! "Lord Voldemort said coldly. There was no warmth in his voice.
He raised his wand, and the black mist around him boiled and rolled.
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