The Death Eaters were also in a mess. They would have fled long ago if it wasn't for Voldemort still here.
Hearing Phoenix's voice, they thought Dumbledore had come here.
"Idiot! The voice came from the golden line. The man didn't come!"
Bellatrix cursed angrily to stop their riot.
Under the blessing of singing, Harry kept pushing golden thread toward Voldemort. Under his terrified eyes, a golden bead touched his wand.
Strange things happened, and figures emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand.
Harry didn't know these people, but he guessed they were all killed by Voldemort.
Finally, a man who looked exactly like him appeared in the air.
"Dad!"
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes.
"Harry."
James Potter looked at him reassuringly, "You've grown up, and you're like me, but your eyes are exactly like your mother's."
He was a little puzzled as to why Lily's figure didn't appear.
But now is not the time to think about it, he said quickly to Harry.
"After disconnecting later, we can only exist for a while, but we can hold Voldemort for you."
"Remember, run to the Cup and find Dumbledore."
Harry nodded sharply, signaling that he understood.
Flicking his wand up hard, Harry took the life-saving card Alvin had given him out of his pocket.
A revolver of the Muggle world with a total of six cartridges.
"Boom!"
A purple beam shot from the muzzle, blasting Voldemort, caught off guard by more than ten meters, and his clothes became tattered.
A group of figures surrounded Voldemort, and Harry took advantage of the gap to run toward the Triwizard Cup.
He savagely knocked away the two stunned Death Eaters, and the other Death Eaters reacted and attacked Harry indiscriminately.
"Don't kill him! He's mine. Just knock him out for me!"
Voldemort shouted at the Death Eaters, frantically attacking these phantoms regardless of his injuries.
The chaotic spells were flying around.
With the help of the surrounding tombstones and his flexible movement, Harry was lucky to avoid all the attacks. He even counterattacked with the gun a few times without turning back.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Several screams sounded. A Death Eater was hit, but he didn't dare to look back to see his victory.
This thing is much better than a wand.
Harry thought to himself as he ran.
Voldemort, on the other side, kept roaring. Although these phantoms had no attack power, they were also immune to the spell's damage.
He was already irritated by the whispers of these figures, and his already unstable soul became weaker.
"Roar!"
With a roar, Voldemort's figure transformed into a black cloud and dispersed suddenly, throwing away the group of people.
James and others also lost their goals, and he glanced at Harry with nostalgia.
The phantoms gradually collapsed and disappeared between heaven and earth.
And Harry was still some distance from the Triwizard Cup, which was thrown a long way by Krum riding a broom.
The black cloud regrouped, and Voldemort's figure reappeared, raising his wand high.
"Accio Triwizard Cup!"
The trophy soared into the air and flew into Voldemort's hands under Harry's desperate eyes.
It's over the last hope. The chance Dad gave him was dashed.
Raising the gun in his hand, Harry pulled the trigger and found that he had emptied the six magazines inside.
"Avada Kedavra!"
From Voldemort's wand, a more Killing Curse than ever, this time Voldemort would never allow anything other than that.
Harry, whose magic power was exhausted and his physical strength were low, could only close his eyes and wait for death in the face of this attack.
Just when the picture of his life appeared in his mind like a slideshow.
A voice that made him familiar appeared in his ears.
It also resounded over the entire cemetery.
"Reversal of polarities!"
An inexplicable fluctuation appeared, covering Harry, who was ready to close his eyes and wait to die.
Then in the blink of an eye, Harry disappeared from everyone's eyes.
The Killing Curse that lost its target hit a big tree and smashed it into powder.
Voldemort stood in the sky, staring blankly at the scene.
It wasn't until half a minute passed that he wailed like a ghost in hell.
"Alvin Gaunt! I'm going to kill you!"
The wand in his hand released a powerful spell, and Voldemort vented the anger in his heart wantonly regardless of the Death Eaters around.
And these Death Eaters are also unlucky. They can only hold their heads and run away, and they don't dare to fight back.