Harry's information was indeed very valuable. It seemed that the Lord Voldemort was determined to use that magic to transform himself into an evil god!
Once he succeeded, he would no longer be a human wizard, and naturally, he would no longer need a magic wand as a weapon. The monster's body itself was a weapon. It was not the evil god's body that Salazar Slytherin had disintegrated, nor was it the evil god's projection under the seal. It was a complete evil god, a powerful monster incarnated by the Lord Voldemort.
If they could not stop the magic of the Lord Voldemort, then this would be the enemy that Elwyn and the others had to face.
As for the secret of the old wand, Elwyn was not worried. That wand was indeed powerful, but its owner was not the Lord Voldemort.
Only its true master could wield this most powerful wand.
The Lord Voldemort did not know this at all. He could not exert the power of the old wand, and if he forced himself to use it, he would even suffer a backlash.
"We have to do something," Harry said finally. "We have to stop the Lord Voldemort."
"From the situation tonight, we can't fight him head-on," Elwyn said. "We have to follow the previous plan."
"Then when do we start? We can't wait any longer. I think first we can … "
"First, you have to cut off contact with him, Harry!" Hermione said stubbornly again, staring at him fiercely. "Otherwise, you can't go anywhere. Just stay here and be protected by the Phoenix Social Security. We don't want you to be sensed by the Lord Voldemort because of that scar when you just left the Shack."
"I will try my best to seal my brain, Hermione. There won't be a next time!" Harry did not look at Hermione.
At this time, Gabri suddenly jumped up from the bed and screamed. She pointed out the window and shouted, "Look, my sister is back!"
Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a Night Thearch appear in the sky and land in the courtyard.
Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis slid down from the Night Steed's back. Their hair was messy from the wind, but they were not injured.
Finally, everyone who participated in tonight's operation returned. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
.....
In the darkness, Ron stood there alone, unable to move an inch.
"Harry! Madman! Sirius! Elwyn! "Ron shouted, but when he didn't get a response, he cursed.
He had no idea where he was or why he was there.
He clearly remembered that he had participated in Harry's escape and had broken through the Death Eaters' encirclement with Moody.
But before he could rejoice, he saw Lord Voldemort appear behind him out of thin air, getting closer and closer.
Thinking of Lord Voldemort's terrifying face, Ron couldn't help but shiver.
He still remembered that he was surrounded by the black fog controlled by Lord Voldemort and lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was here alone.
Ron shouted everyone's name again, but there was still no response.
"Damn it, where, where's my wand!"
He searched in his pocket and was delighted to find that the wand was still on him. He hurriedly pulled it out and shouted. "Fluorescent light."
A faint light dispersed the darkness, and Ron could finally see the space he was in.
He was standing in a stone room. It looked familiar, this seemed to be … the centaur temple!
That's right, it was definitely the Moon Temple.
When he was in third grade, he had been there with Sirius, Elwyn, Harry and Hermione.
Ron remembered clearly that they had gone to the top of the temple to participate in the test left by Godric Gryffindor.
In that illusion, he saw thousands of eight-eyed spiders pouncing at him. It was a nightmare that he would never forget.
Even though he knew it was an illusion, Ron still broke down. He did not pass the test and missed the chance to obtain Gryffindor's Sorcerer's Stone.
That Sorcerer's Stone had powerful magic, and Elwyn relied on it to slowly pull away from them.
Ron could not remember how many times he had dreamed of that night in the past few years. He dreamed that he had returned to the Moon Temple, dreamed that he had passed Gryffindor's test of courage and obtained the Sorcerer's Stone. That was why he was so familiar with this place. Whenever he saw the stone sculptures on the surrounding walls, he would think of the Moon Temple.
"Could this be a dream?!" Ron mumbled.
That's right, it must be a dream. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why he would suddenly appear here.
But this dream was different from the previous ones. In the previous dreams, Ron did not need to use his wand to cast any fluorescent incantation.
In those dreams, he could clearly see his surroundings.
When Ron walked out of the room according to his memory, he immediately stopped. He saw the ground was covered with a dark red liquid.
It was blood!
No, impossible, maybe it was just a type of paint.
Ron trembled as he walked forward. The centaur temple in his dream was especially eerie.
He walked towards the top, the surroundings were extremely quiet and oppressive.
The scariest thing was the surrounding walls and ground. At first it was just speckles of blood, but very quickly, it started to appear in large areas.
Continuing forward, the sticky blood stains seemed to have soaked the entire building.
It flowed through the cracks of the temple and flowed down from above.
A pungent smell assaulted his nostrils. No matter how much Ron tried to deceive himself, it was useless.
He wanted to go back, but the path behind him had disappeared. The darkness of the corridor was like the mouth of a monster, choosing its prey.
Ron was on the verge of collapse. His intuition told him that if he went back, he would die. His only choice was to continue forward.
He quickly ran forward, not caring about the sticky blood.
"This is just a dream, this is just a dream, all of this is fake." Ron continuously muttered.
Finally, he arrived at the top of the dark temple.
He originally thought he would see a huge plaza, towering centaur statues and a sky filled with stars. It was always like this in his previous dreams. But this time, he only saw corpses, mountains of corpses, towering into the clouds. Those pale skinned corpses all stared at him with their empty eyes.
These corpses were the source of the flowing blood.
In the sky, a huge Stygian symbol replaced the stars. That green skull emitted a faint green light.
Suddenly seeing this, Ron lost all his strength and sat on the ground.
He felt that he was about to faint, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.
"You're finally here!" A cold voice said. "Chosen one!"
"Who? Who's talking to me? "Ron used all his strength to shout.
"It's me, the great Lord Voldemort!" A figure appeared from the mountain of corpses in the darkness, walking towards Ron. "You might know me, you might not, but it doesn't matter. One day, you will remember this name. This name that makes all wizards tremble."
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