The black fog around Lord Voldemort churned violently. After swallowing Elwyn and Sirius's magic, the black fog shot upwards and surrounded Sirius who was falling from the sky.
Surrounded by the fog, Sirius could no longer use Phantom Image or other magic. He struggled in the black fog with a pained expression. Soon, he could no longer fight back.
At the same time, another part of the black fog attacked Elwyn.
The rolling fog blended with the dark night and seemed to be endless.
It turned into the shape of Skull, then into a giant python with its mouth wide open, trying to swallow Elwyn as well.
"This magic …" Elwyn did not have time to think. He turned his broom and flew around Lord Voldemort to dodge, sticking close to the window of the Muggle Building as he flew upwards. He heard Lord Voldemort's bone-chilling laughter, as well as the deadly threat that followed closely behind him.
The black fog changed again. Like a raging wave, it surged towards him from all directions.
Elwyn held the crossbow in his left hand and dodged as fast as he could. This was definitely the best performance he had ever done in his life.
The scenery before him swayed and flashed past. He felt like he was going to faint.
He tried his best to focus. While dodging, Elwyn found Mad Eye Moody lying on the protruding platform of a building.
He lay there silently. It was impossible to tell if he was unconscious or dead.
Elwyn was a little anxious. He was worried about Moody, Sirius and Ron's condition. If they continued fighting, it would be terrible if other Death Eaters appeared.
He looked back. With Lord Voldemort at the center, everything had turned into darkness.
The darkness formed by the black fog was much deeper than the ordinary night. It was like a black hole that swallowed all light, and it was also like a tornado that surged and surged.
Lord Voldemort's magic was very strange. It was not any black magic in Elwyn's memory.
This black fog was more powerful than any black magic he knew of.
He could not delay any longer. No matter what magic it was, Elwyn decided to give it a try.
He held the wand in his right hand and stretched it backward. Golden sparks emerged from the end of the wand.
The flames burned brighter and brighter, leaving a bright trail behind Elwyn.
The flames were not swallowed by the black mist. They continued to burn. Then, the lines of fire gathered together and condensed into a fireball.
It emitted a blazing heat, and the air around it trembled and crackled as if it had been ignited.
Elwyn waved his wand, and a huge fireball blasted towards Lord Voldemort.
He followed the fireball and turned to fly towards Lord Voldemort. With the golden light of the fire, Elwyn saw Lord Voldemort's horribly pale, snake-like face and scarlet eyes. He stared at those eyes and sped forward, faster and faster …
Just as he was about to reach Lord Voldemort and the rolling black fog, Elwyn flicked his wand upwards. The fireball exploded violently.
In an instant, the entire space trembled.
Everything was shaking. The powerful impact of the explosion dispersed the black fog around Lord Voldemort.
"Weak magic and laughable flames. Elwyn Mason, your strength is no match for mine. It is a futile struggle!"
Lord Voldemort's cold voice rang out again. The black fog surged from all directions and surrounded Elwyn. He had nowhere to run.
"Hand over the Twin Snake Wands, and I will spare your life. Submit to me, and I will grant you greater power and understanding the true meaning of magic."
The black fog surged forward, and Lord Voldemort's voice rang out directly in Elwyn's mind.
The moment he was surrounded, all the hairs on his body stood on end. An unprecedented sense of terror rose in his body.
In front of him was not only Lord Voldemort. Through the black fog, he also saw the shadow of an evil god!
There was no mistaking it. Although it had only been a flash, that distorted evil god …
Elwyn felt a chill. His magic was quickly draining away. He knew that this would be his last spell.
If he failed, he would welcome death!
"Call, Guardian!" Elwyn raised his wand and shouted.
The Patronus leaped out from the end of his wand. The silver light further dispersed the black fog, and the Patronus rushed towards Lord Voldemort.
The light dispersed the black fog, and Elwyn recovered. He saw Lord Voldemort raise his wand.
Elwyn did not give him a chance. After casting the Patronus Charm, he waved his wand forward, and the flames that had not dissipated gathered again. They became a line of fire again, tightly binding Lord Voldemort. The golden flames burned, extending from the line of fire to burn Lord Voldemort.
In the next second, Lord Voldemort was hit by the Patronus, and Elwyn heard a shrill scream.
It came from Lord Voldemort's body, coming from his left hand. It did not sound like a human could make a sound. It sounded like a cat's mournful cry in the middle of the night.
"Elwyn Mason …"
Elwyn did not hear what Lord Voldemort said. The deep darkness was quickly dissolving, and Sirius and Ron fell from the sky.
He cast a Levitation Charm, and they slowly floated down. Sirius had not fainted yet, and Elwyn flew to his side.
"How are you, Sirius?"
"I'm fine. Get out of here, Elwyn!" he said, panting. He waved his wand. "The flying broom is coming!"
The flying broom on the ground flew towards him, and he rode on it.
"Take Ron with you. I'll go find Moody," Elwyn said, and he looked up.
Lord Voldemort seemed to be in some kind of trouble. The flames that could burn everything did not harm him, but he could not do anything to Elwyn's Patronus. He was entangled with the Patronus.
Lord Voldemort's body was now related to the Evil God. He had become an Evil God, so the Patronus would naturally harm him.
However, it was impossible to use this to destroy Lord Voldemort. The black fog surged, and the Patronus's light grew dimmer.
Elwyn flew to the building's platform as fast as he could, grabbed Mad-Eye Moody's arm, and used Phantom Manifestation.
.....
In the blink of an eye, Elwyn and Moody appeared on the steps of Grimmauld Square Number 12. This was the place he and Sirius had agreed on.
Looking at the dilapidated houses and scattered trash in Grimmauld Square, Elwyn let out a heavy sigh of relief.
He felt a burning pain all over his body, because the consumption of Mana made him weak.
The few spells did not consume much Mana, but the moment he was shrouded in the black fog had consumed most of his Mana.
It felt like he had fallen into an ice cave. Terror, cold, darkness, and Lord Voldemort's voice in his head.
It was as if he had entered Elwyn's body, and could see everything in Elwyn's mind.
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