Chapter 503 Harry Escapes
"Now, let's duel…"
"[Heart-breaking]"
Severe pain occupied all the senses, Harry's His eyes were rolling wildly in his head, and he could no longer spare any extra energy to think about how to escape. He fell to the ground in an instant, and his throat uncontrollably let out a scream that he had never heard before in his life.
It was like a dagger burning red in the fire pierced every inch of his skin, gouging out pieces of shapeless flesh, and then scraping the bones bit by bit with a sharp edge. .
The pain lasted for who knows how long. Just as Harry's consciousness gradually became blurred, everything stopped. Harry turned over and climbed up, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
"Pause..."
Voldemort is like a hunting python. His thick snake body has been wrapped around the prey, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing to let him breathe. It is teasing, Also for better torture.
"Have a rest for a while... It hurts, Harry. Do you want me to come again a few more times, or will it end like this?"
Harry did not answer, and sighed slightly in his heart, Until now, he had not figured out how to draw the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters away from him, buying him enough time to summon the trophy and activate the Portkey.
His fingers gently brushed the holly wood wand. No matter what, give it a try and die...
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a shiny object not far away. It seemed that his legs were too weak to stand. Wenwen stumbled a few steps and almost hit the wall of Death Eaters.
I don't know when the mist started to appear in the cemetery late at night. Voldemort's sinister eyes penetrated the mist, revealing a scarlet light, and the wilderness echoed with the laughter of many Death Eaters. It seems that no matter how long or whenever they see someone being tortured, they get pleasure from it.
Loren had no intention of interfering.
He hid silently in the hiding place made of stone carvings and weeds. His sense of prying eyes came out from the narrow gaps. While searching for traces of Dumbledore's presence around him, he still had thoughts in his mind. Recalling Voldemort's speech just now.
Voldemort claimed that on that night thirteen years ago, Lily Potter sacrificed her life to use ancient magic, leaving a long-term protective power in Harry's body. As the target of ancient magic, Voldemort has never been able to touch Harry. Hurt Harry.
So Voldemort used Harry's blood as material to reshape his flesh and blood body. The ancient magical power of protection left by Lily Potter also existed in his new body. The same blood made him Could touch Harry again, hurt Harry.
But in fact, the talisman of protection forged by Lily Potter with her life still exists, and even exists in two states...
The vague speculation made Loren's mouth curl up with amusement. Smile, it seems that Voldemort's plan not only failed to make him stronger, but dug a deep hole for him.
Loren's eyes flickered. According to the pictures he found from his long memory, the two twin wands were the key to this duel.
One is made of holly and the other is made of yew, and their cores come from the tail feathers of the same phoenix.
"Perhaps you are tired and desperate from our duel. Do you want me to end it now, Harry? I will give you a painless relief, soon..."
Seeing that his limbs no longer trembled and he tightened his grip on the wand again, Voldemort raised the wand, but this time Harry was already prepared and used the spell he was most familiar with as if instinctively.
"[Avada Kedavra]"
"[Expelliarmus]"
A strong crimson light burst out from Harry's wand, instantly hitting the oncoming green light. The two magic spells met in the air and almost immediately infected each other into a dazzling golden light, and the explosive magic was exchanged. There was turmoil everywhere.
In another dimension that neither the naked eye nor the sense of magic can detect, two wonderful connections connect the souls and bodies of the two people, tightly intertwined, as if they are an inseparable part of each other.
Harry clenched the wand in his hand tightly. It vibrated violently as if it was electrified and was about to come out at any time. Oppositely, Voldemort's pale and slender fingers were also tightly holding a trembling wand. magic wand.
The instinct of the wand core overwhelmed the two people's will at this moment. The majestic magic power in the two people's bodies tilted out uncontrollably, as if they wanted to use all their strength to fight in this confrontation of magic spells. The victory or defeat makes it impossible for them to withdraw even if they want to.
The two wands were connected together by a flickering golden thread, and then hundreds of arcs of light burst out from the middle. The dazzling brilliance of lightning intertwined and gathered around them, forming a dome of golden light. net. Trapping Harry and Voldemort in it, keeping the Death Eaters out.
Harry clutched the wand tightly with both hands. The influence of the Cruciatus Curse had not completely faded away. Every muscle, every blood vessel, and every bone in his body was trembling with residual pain. His sluggish head only had one thought. He tried his best to squeeze out the power hidden in every part of his body to compete with Voldemort's power.
The pressure and pain made his brain move slower and slower. In this stalemate, Harry felt some kind of illusion, as if his wand was absorbing something and becoming stronger.
Suddenly there was a slight tremor in the surrounding light network, and a lightning-like moment spread to every light filament. A vague and beautiful music sounded in the air, the sound was crisp and slender, and the lingering lingering sound ——It is the song of the Phoenix.
Accompanied by the phoenix song representing hope, Voldemort's wand suddenly trembled like a scream, and thick gray smoke emerged from his wand. The gray smoke broke away from the wand's protection surrounded by a network of light. The hood condensed together, and the first gray smoke that emerged turned into a severed hand and dissipated, and the gray smoke behind condensed into solid shadows, first the head, then the chest and limbs...
Seeing the appearance of this person, Voldemort inside the light net and little Barty outside showed horrified expressions at the same time!
Barty Crouch, he was still wearing the neat suit that he had still worn on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, and his meticulously combed short gray hair was a little messy because of exhaustion.
"Hold on, Harry." His voice came from a very far away place, with an echo. He glanced outside the aperture, tears looming, but his tone remained calm, "Hold on. "Hold on, don't let go!"
A lame old man with an old face that Harry had only seen in his dreams appeared. If the residents of Little Hangleton were here, they would definitely scream, that's it. Frank, the concierge who died tragically at Riddle House for unknown reasons!
He looked at Voldemort with his eyes, and there was worry in his slightly trembling voice: "So, he is really a wizard? This guy is going to kill me, you fight him, kid..."< br>
Looks like Harry has help.
Loren was thinking, and he noticed that the soul squeezed out of Voldemort's wand was completely different from the ghost. The emotions were more stable than the ghost, and even preserved the memory after death. Judging from the performance of the two people leaving the wand, it was stored in the wand. Zhong is also able to perceive things around him.
According to his understanding of the magical world, there are two places for intelligent creatures to go after death. Those who are attached to the world can be transformed into ghosts through the magic power in their bodies, and those who face death bravely will go to the world of death through the illusion. At least he hadn't heard of souls of dead people being trapped in wands.
The soul that appears now is like the mark left on Voldemort by the deceased, reflecting the reflection of the soul.
Loren carefully observed the process of the gray smoke transforming into a soul. He guessed that this process of making the mark of the deceased appear as a soul may be the product of multiple coincidences. For example, the body and soul of the two people have Unique connections, such as the cores of their wands are both Fox's tail feathers, and the phoenix has the ability to be reborn...
More gray smoke emerged from Voldemort's wand, and in the ethereal body of the phoenix The songs and the trembling of the golden light network turned into individual figures. Some of them were unshaven and haggard, and some were covered with rough wolf hair, and their fangs and claws were still shining with cold light... The souls of those killed by Voldemort were surrounded by them. As the two walked around, Harry's encouraging voices came together, like the distant and quiet singing of a church choir, making Harry feel like infinite power was flowing into his body.
The voice cursing Voldemort also made him gnash his teeth and turn pale.
A figure emerged from the yew branches. The young woman had green eyes and long crimson hair hanging on her shoulders. Seeing her floating figure, Harry's shoulders trembled. Suddenly, the same green eyes burst into tears.
"Your dad is here too..." Lily Potter said softly, "He wants to see you, it will be fine, Harry..."
James Potter's soul is a The tall man with disheveled hair smiled and looked calm: "After the connection is disconnected, we can only buy you a short time. You must get the door key. Do you understand, Harry?"
"Understood."
The light network trembled violently, and as the light flow collapsed, the song of the phoenix disappeared instantly. Silence returned to the wilderness cemetery, and the souls of many deceased people densely obscured the vision. Voldemort and the Death Eaters The disciple's spell has no effect on them, because they are already dead and cannot die again.
"[The trophy is flying]"
Harry grabbed the trophy flying in the air, felt his navel being tickled, and was instantly swept away by an invisible space whirlwind, disappearing into the small In Hangleton Cemetery.
While the Death Eaters were surrounded by souls, Barty Crouch fell in front of his son, looking relaxed as he had never done since he graduated from Hogwarts and entered the Ministry of Magic. Relaxation: "I met your mother. She doesn't blame you. She asked me to tell you that she loves you..."
Little Barty had a cold face, and even looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.
"I don't blame you, I love you too."
Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer, Barty Crouch was half The transparent body dispersed into mist again. The cool evening breeze blew, and apart from a tattered physical corpse still remaining in the venue, there was no trace of Barty Crouch in the world.
Snape seemed to see those eyes again in a trance, and smiled at him, and the next moment it disappeared in the dew of the summer night. He stood there stiffly, like a tombstone standing in a cemetery that had not had time to be engraved, with a two-winged angel holding a scythe behind him.
Without the magic power of the Phoenix to maintain, the figures of the souls are getting lighter and lighter, starting from the lower body and gradually becoming transparent. However, their mission has been completed, with free and easy smiles on their faces.
"Master, what should we do now?"
Lucius Malfoy stood beside Voldemort with a slight bow and asked cautiously.
Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that such a twisted snake's face showed anger, fear, resentment and other emotions at the same time. The expressions were clear or even unaffected.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He quickly ran through what happened during the duel in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.
Why does he feel connected to Potter?
Why did both of their wands undergo unexpected changes?
Is all this a protection set by Dumbledore on Harry Potter, or...
Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, and then slowly narrowed them into a slit, scarlet The cold light seeped out from the gap and focused on Snape on the right. He said softly and calmly: "Harry Potter will definitely report everything to Dumbledore when he goes back. He is almost there. Leave as soon as possible." This place."
"I have a manor nearby," Lucius said.
"Separate!"
"What?"
"I want you to act separately and not expose my whereabouts or news of my return for the time being."
"This..."
Lu Xiu Si wanted to say something more, but was pierced by Voldemort's cold eyes, which made his heart tremble, and he retracted his unnecessary questions.
"Don't worry, friends, we have plenty of time..." Voldemort said softly, "In the thirteen years since I lost my power, many interesting things have happened, and people who once resisted us have recovered. Some power, now that the sensitive August is trapped in Azkaban, rash actions will only cause us to lose more friends."
"You're right, Master."
"McNeil."
"I'm here, Master..."
The name is Walton McNeil. The Death Eater stood up. He had a big frame but no flesh on his face, and his whole face looked fierce and mean.
In fact, the same is true of his job. He is an executioner with bloody hands. He is responsible for executing guilty magical animals in the Ministry of Magic. He loves to use an ax to chop off the heads of ferocious animals in front of horrified eyes. .
"Contact Greyback and ask him to come back. It's time to recall our loyal servants...the dementors confined in Azkaban, the expelled giants, and those appalling dark creatures..."
< br>"I'll do it immediately." McNeil's figure flashed and disappeared.
"Bellatrix, Barty... explore the situation in Azkaban, our friends are still waiting..."
"Lucius, try to win over the magic The current senior officials of the Ministry..."
"..."
The Death Eaters who received the order left one by one, and in the end, only Snape was left standing there quietly, wandering around all night as if he was back to the beginning, leaving him alone to face Voldemort. .
"Severus..." Voldemort took two steps and stopped in front of him. His dark snake eyes looked back and forth on him and said softly, "You should know that I don't completely trust him. You..."
(End of this chapter