HP Magic Biography

How are you thinking, Mr. Malfoy... Fan Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at Malfoy.

Naturally, it is impossible for Malfoy to give up targeting them right now, but it makes Malfoy have some scruples.

I don't understand what you're talking about... Lucius frowned, but the Dark Lord's stuff...

This thing belongs to Harry, Malfoy, Fan Lin said bluntly, If you want to take it...

Fan Lin didn't say much. Naturally, the prophecy ball could not be handed over to Voldemort. This is of no benefit to them, and it is also important...

Although Fan Lin didn't understand why Voldemort had to get the prophecy ball, it was naturally a beautiful thing to be able to destroy Voldemort's plan.

Malfoy remained silent. To be honest, he didn't want to fight Fan Lin now. He needed Fan Lin to clarify what he said about him before, but now it seems...

Let's go, Harry... Fan Lin pushed Harry, facing Malfoy, Fan Lin naturally didn't have much experience to take care of Harry, and the prophecy ball in Harry's hand...

Run outside and buy time, Dumbledore...

As Fan Lin spoke, he launched an offensive regardless of Malfoy's silence.

Since Malfoy can't make a choice now, it's better to drive Malfoy back early, neither he nor the Order of the Phoenix can afford to delay.

It is impossible for Sirius and the others to stop Voldemort for too long...

Potter... A shriek came from nowhere, followed by a smirk. This voice was very familiar, and it came from Bellatrix.

Voldemort's pressure was too great, and only a few people could work together to stop it, or even at all...

You go first... Sirius' voice sounded, and then a white light was entangled with the invisible black air.

But Malfoy obviously couldn't sit still, Bellatrix had already come over, obviously, it was impossible to give him time to hesitate.

Hand over the prophecy ball! Malfoy said, but what greeted him was Fan Lin's merciless spell.

The dazzling light lit up the entire prophecy hall in an instant.

Forced by the light, Malfoy had to shield his eyes.

Let's go... Fan Lin tugged at Harry, and ran outside quickly, ignoring Sirius.

The current Sirius is not the poor man who has not recovered his identity. Facing a Bellatrix who just came out of Azkaban, Fan Lin couldn't imagine how Sirius would fail. As for death...

Fan Lin raised his wand, and immediately the surrounding crystal balls shot towards Malfoy like bullets.

Malfoy is no trouble, Voldemort is here, he can't...

careful!

Harry tugged Fan Lin, and immediately after, a red glow met the green light attacking Fan Lin's body, and on the other side, a pale face with snake-like pupils was staring at Fan Lin coldly. .

Hydrojet!

The transparent water wrapped Voldemort's body tightly together in an instant.

With Fan Lin's palms closed, a stream of water like a blade fell towards Voldemort's body.

You think you can hurt me? Voldemort's scarlet eyes fixed on Fan Lin.

To Fan Lin's surprise, his spell could not even cut through Voldemort's skin.

You have to try it to know. Fan Lin responded bluntly, and the tip of the wand erupted with an unimaginable light. In an instant, the water flow that was originally wrapped around Voldemort's body was inlaid into the skin, but Fan Lin Surprisingly, Voldemort's blood...

It seemed that the two of them had completely angered Voldemort, and the spell that was originally linked through the wand suddenly became brighter.

There was no soul of James or Lily this time, and Harry took a few steps back, almost knocking his wand out of his hand.

...

Run, Harry!

Fan Lin pulled Harry and ran out without looking back.

It was extremely unexpected that the two of them hurt Voldemort just now, as for defeating...

I'm afraid, this is just a dream of a fool.

Fan Lin pulled Harry and ran outside quickly. At this moment, Fan Lin never had the hope...I hope that Dumbledore will appear here immediately, and Voldemort will come faster than he thought...

We... where are we going... Harry dressed roughly, but he didn't show any intention of stopping.

There were no other people around, not even the sound of fighting.

Let's go up. Fan Lin said. If Voldemort wanted to appear in front of Fudge, the Ministry of Magic hall would naturally be a good choice. Where is the first stop of the Ministry of Magic? Can only be there.

In a panic, the two squeezed into the elevator.

Under Voldemort's pressure, Harry desperately hoped that the damn elevator would go faster, and even the hand holding the prophecy ball was sweating.

Hurry up, hurry up... Harry was a little anxious.

He could hear an elevator running ahead; he picked up speed, ran around the corner, and slammed his fist on the button for another elevator. The elevator descended slowly; as soon as the iron door opened, Harry and Fan Lin flashed in, and now smashed the button marked 'Lobby' with their fists. The door is closed and he is now ascending. Before the elevator doors were fully open, Harry rushed out.

There was no one in the hall, and it looked empty. A huge portrait of Fudge hung on the wall in the center of the hall.

The two quickly ran across the golden fountain, and there was no sign of flames rising in the fireplace of the floo network below.

You two, it's fine... Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared not far from the two of them, like wind and sand, and Voldemort's figure was hidden in a mist. Immediately, Fan Lin saw Voldemort's face A foot stepped out from the wind and sand.

Now, where can you escape to?

Fan Lin carefully observed Voldemort's body. The scars he caused before had disappeared without a trace, and there was only a faint trace left on Voldemort's body.

So, what are you going to do, or give me the crystal ball. Voldemort stretched out a hand, just spread it out and waited for Harry to hand him the prophecy ball.

Don't challenge my patience, Potter, no one can save you two. Voldemort looked at Harry patiently, as if waiting for Harry to make a decision.

I think you got one thing wrong... Harry took a deep breath, I'm not your group of cowardly men, Voldemort... what you want...whether it's the Sorcerer's Stone, or the Prophecy Ball, I think the choice I make is the same.

With that said, Harry slammed the prophecy ball in his hand to the ground.

A mist of light rose from the debris, and for a moment Harry heard his wailing, Voldemort's scream, and a woman's low voice.

But soon, these abnormal noises disappeared, and without the support of the crystal ball, it was naturally impossible for even Voldemort to obtain more information.

No... Voldemort yelled, but the strange noise just now also affected him, he couldn't do anything, and Fan Lin didn't react at all, Harry would be so decisive.

Obviously, Voldemort stopped here, they couldn't keep the crystal ball at all, and destroying it was naturally the most correct choice.

How dare you... Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at the two of them, and a chill suddenly rose from their backs.

Why don't I dare! Harry said stubbornly. He also felt sorry for the prophecy ball, but compared to letting Voldemort get him...

Boom...

The two of them flew upside down at the same time, before Fan Lin even had time to react, he bumped into the wall behind him, and Harry was at the other end opposite him.

I'm not you, Voldemort... Harry felt his headache was splitting, it was the effect of the scar, but Harry still braced himself, I'm very happy...

I have nothing to say to you, Potter, said Voldemort quietly. You've bored me for ages. Avada Kedavra!

Harry didn't even open his mouth to resist; his mind went blank, his wand pointing uselessly at the floor.

But the golden headless wizard statue in the fountain suddenly came to life, leaping from its pedestal and falling between Harry and Voldemort. The spell just brushed across its chest as the statue stretched out its arms to protect Harry.

What—? cried Voldemort, looking around. Then, he gasped, Dumbledore!

Harry looked over Voldemort, his heart beating wildly. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden door. Voldemort raised his wand, and another flash of green light shot at Dumbledore.

Master... The elevator opened again, and this time, Bellatrix rushed out first.

Dumbledore twirled his cloak and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Voldemort and waved his wand at the remaining statues in the fountain. The remaining statues also came to life. The statue of the witch rushed towards Bellatrix. Bella yelped and fired futile spells at its chest before it pinned her down.

The statue pinned her to the ground.

Meanwhile, statues of goblins and house-elfs rushed towards the fireplace by the wall, and one-armed centaurs galloped towards Voldemort, who disappeared only to reappear by the pool. The headless statue pushed Harry back, away from the fight, while Dumbledore walked towards Voldemort, the golden centaurs cantering around them.

It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom, said Dumbledore quietly. The Aurors are on their way here—

By the time they arrive I'll be gone, and you'll be dead! roared Voldemort. He cast another Death Curse at Dumbledore but missed and instead hit the security guard's desk, which caught fire. Dumbledore flicked his wand suddenly; it emanated with such force that even protected Harry felt his hair stand on end as the spell passed. This time Voldemort was forced to conjure a silver, shiny shield out of thin air to block it. Whatever the spell was, it did no apparent damage to the shield, just the sound of a gong--a strange quivering sound.

You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore? said Voldemort, his scarlet eyes narrowed over the shield. Just torturing me cruelly, isn't it?

We all know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom, said Dumbledore quietly, walking on towards Voldemort as if nothing in the world could frighten him, as if nothing could stop him. He does. I admit that taking your life alone will not satisfy me—

There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore! growled Voldemort. You're dead wrong, said Dumbledore, still walking towards Voldemort and speaking softly, as if they were discussing a problem over drinks. Harry felt a little scared to see him walking forward so recklessly. He tried to sound a warning, but his headless bodyguard held him firmly against the wall, preventing him from rushing out.

It's true, your ignorance of 'there are things worse than death in this world' is your biggest weakness— A green light flew out from behind the silver shield.

This time it was the one-armed centaur who rushed in front of Dumbledore, only to be blown into hundreds of pieces. But before the shards hit the ground, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it as if he were wielding a whip. A slender flame flew from the tip of the staff; it surrounded Voldemort and his shield. For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to have won, but then the matchlock turned into a snake.

The snake detached itself from Voldemort and turned to Dumbledore, hissing. Voldemort was gone; the snake sprang from the ground to strike. There was an explosion over Dumbledore when Voldemort reappeared. Voldemort stood in the center of the pool on the same pedestal where the five statues had originally stood.

Careful! Harry yelled. But in the instant he shouted, another green light flew from Voldemort's wand to Dumbledore, and at the same time, the snake attacked. Fawkes flew suddenly in front of Dumbledore, opened its beak and swallowed the whole of the green light; he fell to the ground and burned, reborn from the ashes.

At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand smoothly - the snake, which was about to insert its fangs into his body, flew high into the air and disappeared in a plume of black smoke.

At the same time, the water in the pool rose and covered Voldemort. For a moment Voldemort was a black, faceless, shimmering, blurry figure; it was evident that he was trying to drive the water away. Then he was gone, and the jets of water fell back into the pool, splashing and wetting the floor.

Master! Bellatrix screamed, trying to rush over, but was stopped by Van Lin and the witch statue beside her.

When it was clear that it was all over, when it was clear that Voldemort had decided to run away, Harry tried to come out from behind the statue, but Dumbledore yelled, Stay where, Harry!

For the first time there was fear in Dumbledore's voice. Harry didn't understand why; they were the only ones in the empty hall, the weeping Bellatrix still trapped under the witch statue, the newborn Fawkes howling weakly on the floor.

Suddenly Harry's scar opened and he knew he was going to die; it was unimaginable pain, unbearable pain. He left the hall, he was surrounded by a figure with red eyes, they were so connected that Harry didn't know where their respective bodies were; they were one, linked by pain, he couldn't escape Lose. Then the man spoke, and he used Harry's mouth, so that in the excruciating pain Harry felt his jaw move.

Kill me, Dumbledore.

Harry couldn't see, he was dying, every part of him yearned for relief, and Harry felt the man using him again.

If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the child!