Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The atmosphere was terribly silent for a while, whether it was Voldemort, the Death Eaters, or the Nordic squad, at this moment, everyone's eyes were on the huge cloud tower in the center of the cemetery, as if a three-headed and six-armed monster was about to Born out of it.

In the center of the Ziyao Pagoda, a crystal-like dazzling outer door appeared. Above the void, a thin and slender figure walked out slowly from the door, idling in vain, with a wide black robe, dazzling golden long hair, and indifferent silver eyes. Eyes, the young man stepped from mid-air, like a noble king on the throne, to the ground step by step.

"Augustus!" Voldemort's scarlet eyes showed a trace of fear that he had never had before, and then he smiled slightly, "Tonight is a good day, my little friend who hasn't seen you in three years, come to my birthday party , the nobleman stepped on the lowly land, and the succulent radiance, it adds a lot of color!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Augustus' mouth, "It's such a beautiful day tonight, Lord Voldemort's rebirth is in line with God's will, and it is worth celebrating. I came all the way from Hogwarts just to see your demeanor, the legendary On the road, it is too lonely to walk alone, and it is also interesting to have one step and Dumbledore to accompany you, to see thousands of scenery and learn the truth of skills on the long road."

Voldemort sighed slightly, "On the road to eternal life, I have gone farther than anyone else. In reality, it seems that I have put the cart before the horse. The perseverance to explore the eternal truth of magic, Dumbledore and I, compared with you , I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Augustus waved his hand casually, "No matter what era you are in, if you step into the legend, you will have advantages and talents that are difficult for others to match in a lifetime. Why do you have to be so self-effacing?"

Voldemort smiled self-deprecatingly, "Talent is just a flower in the mirror. In this world, there are too many talented people, and how many people can persist in chasing their dreams." He paused slightly, and then changed the topic, "Actually I can somewhat guess the purpose and purpose of your visit tonight. It is an honor for this so-called golden boy praised by the world to have you come here in person. I don’t mind selling you a favor, but before that , a duel to be terminated is necessary. Voldemort lived a glorious life and was not weaker than others. It is indeed a flaw in his heart to lose to a person who deceives the world. Tonight, I must personally end this 15 Years of disgrace."

"Now, Potter." Voldemort turned to look at Harry, "raise your wand."

With a look of fear on Harry's face, he raised his wand tremblingly and looked at Augustus for help.

"Turn away." Voldemort waved his wand impatiently, "Now, your opponent is me!"

"Get on your knees, out of body!" The wand pointed at Potter.There was coldness in Voldemort's eyes.

All of a sudden, Harry felt that his head was empty of thoughts, for the third time in his life... How blissful, not having to think, he seemed to be floating, dreaming.

Kneel down, kneel gently, you don't need to think about anything, it's such a simple thing.A voice whispered softly in my ear.

I don't, said a stronger voice in the back of his head, I don't.

"I don't." The words burst out of Harry's mouth and echoed over the graveyard, and the dream state suddenly disappeared, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

Augustus nodded slightly. In fact, Potter's will is quite tenacious. Forcibly resisting the effect of the Dementia Curse, even adult wizards, few people can do it.

"You won't tell?" Voldemort said softly. "You don't want to kneel down? Well, this will make you more sober. Cruciate!"

"Disarmament." Harry suddenly mustered up his courage, with the determination to die and survive.

A violet light shot from Voldemort's wand, and at the same time a red light shot from Harry's - the two lights met in the air - and suddenly Harry's wand vibrated as if electrified, and he held it tightly , even if he wanted to let go - a thin beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor purple, but dazzling gold.Harry looked along the beam in amazement, and saw that Voldemort's pale, slender fingers were also holding a trembling wand.

The piece of money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly split, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and a thousand arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort.Arcs of light interweave around them, culminating in a domed golden mesh, a cage of light.The Death Eaters surrounded the cage like wild dogs, their barking strangely muted...

"Flashback spell?" Augustus recalled a magical effect he had read back then, with surprise in his eyes.Remember when Harry tested the wand, if the material of the wand is of the same core as Voldemort, I am afraid that the duel between Voldemort and Potter is definitely a mistake. Two wands of the same material and the same origin must never be in a battle meet in.

Suddenly there was a burst of ecstasy in the air... that emanated from every fiber of the web of light vibrating around Harry and Voldemort.Harry recognized it, even though he had only heard the music once before.This is the song of the Phoenix.

A quivering bead of light came within inches of the tip of Voldemort's wand.Harry didn't know why he was doing it, or what it would lead to...but he had never been so focused in his life on forcing the light into the tip of Voldemort's wand...slowly...slowly The ground...the bead of light moved along the golden thread... trembling for a moment...connected to the tip of the rod...

Augustus opened his eyes of inquiry, the light of the legendary spell shines in the magic detection, the flashback spell is such a rare spell reflection, among the many spell effects, the rarity is definitely among the top three.

An old man, whom Harry had only seen in dreams, appeared in the sky, and then another head appeared... like a smoky head, it was a woman... Harry grabbed his wand desperately, with both arms in the air. trembling.He saw the woman fall to the ground, straighten up like the others, and look around...

The ghost of Bertha Jorkins stared wide-eyed at the struggle before him.

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightened up and stared at him... Harry's eyes were on his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Your dad is here too..." she said softly, "He wants to see you...it will be fine...hold on..."

And he came out... first the head, then the body... a tall man with shaggy hair - the spirit of James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand and fell to the ground like his wife, straightening up.