"Voldemort, your ancestral grave exploded!"
Death Eaters: …
"You die!"
Grinning his teeth, he spat out a few words, and Voldemort was completely angry this time.
Several magic lines flickered in the depths of his circumference, quickly condensed into a solid body, and shrunk into the wand while rotating.
Without listening to Voldemort's words, a terrifying magic power erupted, and several jets of black lightning slashed straight down.
It was too late to make any response. The Shield Charm on Harry's bracelet was automatically activated and bombarded by lightning.
Looking at the somewhat crumbling protective shield, Harry gritted his teeth and activated the only two remaining spells.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Impedimenta!"
Two red lights came to Voldemort indiscriminately. In desperation, he had to give up the attack on Harry and summoned a silver shield out of thin air to resist the two spells.
Harry had seen this spell before. Dumbledore (Alvin) used it in a duel last year, and it was extremely defensive.
And Voldemort didn't want to mess with Harry anymore.
He has been delayed for a lot of time. Who knows if Dumbledore and the others will be able to find it.
Feeling the faint numbness in his arm, his fear of Dumbledore increased greatly.
How do I feel Dumbledore's strength is much higher than the last time he was chasing him?
Even the magic props made can bring him a little threat.
Concentrating on his mind, Voldemort used his best spell again.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spells on the bracelet have all been activated, and Harry did not bow his neck to be slaughtered. He shouted hoarsely.
"Expelliarmus!"
The red light and the green light reflected each other and then collided.
The Disarming Charm was supposed to have no resistance and was once again beyond everyone's expectations and was evenly opposed to the Killing Curse.
The wand in his hand vibrated like an electrified vibrator, and Harry's right hand stuck to it.
Dazzling golden light shot out from the tops of Harry and Voldemort's wands simultaneously, meeting together mid-air and forming a golden arch bridge.
An incomparably huge golden bead gathered at the junction, and the two soared.
When they reached five meters above the ground, the golden bridge collapsed, and the scattered golden light weaved into a huge golden net that enveloped the sky above them.
The Death Eaters below was also a little panicked. They had never seen such a scene before.
Some asked loudly for Voldemort's instructions, and some had their wands drawn, ready to strike.
"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted, "No one will make moves without my order!"
Hearing his order, those Death Eaters just stood there obediently and observed the situation.
And Voldemort's heart was not at all calm. His scarlet pupils revealed puzzlement, anger, and a hint of fear.
The current situation also exceeded his expectations. With his rich magical knowledge, he didn't know how the scene in front of him came into being.
He only knew that Harry was so weak in his eyes, like an ant.
But again and again, his actions and plans failed, and even the Killing Curse several times did not hurt the opponent in the slightest.
Could it be that the prophecy was true?
"No! Absolutely impossible! How could I, Voldemort, be defeated by a prophecy?"
With a mad roar in his heart, Voldemort tried his best to break the golden thread between the two wands.
Harry also sensed the other party's thoughts. In line with the idea of doing the opposite of Voldemort, he tried his best to maintain the existence of the golden thread.
The ball of light in the middle moved with their movements, shifting towards Harry and Voldemort.
Suddenly a burst of voice sounded, bringing endless courage and confidence to Harry.
This is the Phoenix Lament, and he who often sees Fury clearly remembers this beautiful voice.
That is something that ordinary people will never forget for a lifetime.