As the first orb neared the tip of Harry's wand, it became so hot that he was worried it would burn.
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The closer the orb got, the more Harry's wand vibrated.
He thought his wand wouldn't be able to withstand a single touch from the orb. His wand felt like it was about to shatter in his hands.
No, he couldn't let the light come. He couldn't fail!
Harry cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and focused his mind, forcing the orb toward Lord Voldemort.
The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears. His gaze was firm and spat out flames of anger!
Slowly, slowly, the bead of light trembled and stopped.
Then, just as slowly, it started to move toward the other side. This time, it was Lord Voldemort's wand that was vibrating violently.
Lord Voldemort looked shocked, almost scared. Or rather, he was really scared!
He didn't know what was going on. After regaining his long-lost body and regaining his strength, no one should be his match except for Dumbledore. But now, he was in a stalemate with this boy, and was even at a disadvantage. His wand wouldn't listen to him.
The power he was so proud of had become a joke. Lord Voldemort didn't know what was going on.
Outside the net of light, another thirteen-year-old boy was single-handedly suppressing his Death Eaters, making them flee with their hands over their heads.
Lord Voldemort felt unprecedented humiliation and panic. Then, he saw Elwyn walk toward Najini.
Elwyn stared at Najini. He wanted to kill this shining snake, and the process was unimaginably easy.
Surrounded by the flames, Najini didn't dodge like the Death Eaters. Instead, it opened its mouth and pounced at Elwyn.
Elwyn waved his wand forcefully. Silver light flashed, and the next second, the head of the pouncing snake was chopped off!
The snake's head spun high into the sky and fell into the flames not far away, turning into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye.
Elwyn was stunned for a moment. He immediately realized what was going on. Nagini wasn't a soul tool.
The Lord Voldemort did not put his soul fragment into Nagini's body. It was just an ordinary snake.
It was still made of flesh and blood, so there was no need to use any other weapons. Only powerful magic could kill it.
"No!" cried the Lord Voldemort angrily, but no one could hear him.
He glared at Elwyn, then immediately turned his head to look at Guang Zhu, who was only a few inches away from the tip of his staff.
He could no longer care about Elwyn, his beloved snake, or the escaping Death Eaters. He focused all his attention on Harry and the magic wand. He could not let Guang Zhu come over, he could feel the terrifying power from it.
"Go!" Harry bellowed, concentrating on the light on the wand.
He didn't know why he was doing this, nor did he know what the result would be.
But he had never been so focused in his life. All he wanted to do was force the bead of light into the tip of the Lord Voldemort's wand.
Slowly, slowly, the bead of light moved along the golden threads, trembled for a moment, and connected with the tip of the wand.
The Lord Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain that echoed endlessly!
The Lord Voldemort's red eyes widened in shock. A human hand made of thick smoke flew out of the tip of the wand and disappeared. It was the broken hand he had just made for Durand.
There was another scream of pain, and an even larger object emerged from the tip of the Lord Voldemort's wand. It was a large grey object that seemed to be made of the densest smoke. First came a head, then a chest and an arm. It was the shadow of a woman.
It was the ghost of Bertha Jorkins. She stared at the battle in front of her with wide eyes.
"Hold on, don't let go!" she said to Harry. Her voice was far away, echoing.
Harry was astonished, but he instinctively tightened his grip on the wand to keep the golden threads of light going.
He saw the red eyes of the Lord Voldemort staring in shock, as surprised as he was.
Bertha Jorkins walked back and forth on the edge of the golden web, glaring at the Lord Voldemort.
Then there was another scream of pain from the wand, and something emerged from the tip of the wand.
It was a head made of thick smoke, followed by an arm and a body.
It was a wizard Harry had never seen before. He had been killed by the Lord Voldemort in the ruins of the Fallen Centaurs. Like Bertha Jorkins, he squeezed out of the wand. This ghost, or ghost, or whatever it was, stared at the Lord Voldemort fiercely.
This wizard had been a fugitive when he was alive, and he looked as if he could not wait to pounce on the Lord Voldemort and bite him.
"Hold on, child, he killed me. Avenge me!"
Then another man appeared. He was also the ghost of an innocent man killed by the Lord Voldemort.
As they walked around the duelists, they whispered encouragement to Harry, and at the same time gritted their teeth at the Lord Voldemort, saying words that Harry could not hear, but were undoubtedly very vicious. Provoked by these words, the Lord Voldemort looked even crazier!
Now another head emerged from the tip of the Lord Voldemort's wand!
Harry knew who she was at a glance, as if he had been expecting her from the moment Bertha Jorkins emerged.
Yes, he knew at a glance, because the one who had emerged was the person he had thought about the most in his life.
The ghost of a long-haired woman landed on the ground like Bertha, straightened up and stared at him.
Harry looked at his mother's face, and his arms shook violently.
"Harry, your father is here too!" she whispered. "He wants to see you. It'll be all right. Hold on …"
He did come out, first his head, then his body.
A tall man with unkempt hair, the soul of Jaime Potter, rose from the tip of the Lord Voldemort's wand.
He landed on the ground like his wife, and straightened up.
Jaime Potter approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but so low that the Lord Voldemort could not hear him. Lord Voldemort saw the man he had killed walking around, and his face turned green with fear!
"Father …" Harry opened his mouth, and his tears flowed uncontrollably.
Although he was still in the middle of a duel, an inexplicable sadness rose in Harry.
He stared at his parents, who looked just as they had when they were young, just as they had before they died.
"Harry, I am proud of you!" Jaime Potter said.
"Harry …" His mother's ghost stared at him as well.
"After the connection is broken, we can only stay for a short while, but we will buy you time. You must get the door key with the boy outside, and it will take you back to the Hogwarts. Do you understand, Harry? "Jaime Potter continued.
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