HP Magic Biography

No!

Voldemort let out a growl, which made Harry jump, but Harry wasn't distracted by it. On the contrary, Voldemort forced the light back a little more out of anger.

Fan Lin naturally also heard Voldemort's roar, but what does it have to do with him, one of them will die anyway, Nagini or something, if you kill it, you kill it.

Fan Lin shook his head, and he turned his gaze back to the Death Eaters.

Now that Nagini is dead, naturally, Fan Lin has no reason to stay here any longer.

Fan Lin controlled the Lihuo Curse to fall towards the previous curse, like a combination of oil and fire. Whether it was ice, snow or flames, these were all induced by Fan Lin's magic power. It is not difficult to ignite a piece of ice and snow.

Almost instantly, the original ice and snow world instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames. I have to say that this is an interesting attempt. Fan Lin has been thinking about whether to combine the Fire Curse with his own magic.

The collision power produced by the two extreme spells is naturally enormous.

As if the entire space was detonated, the continuous explosion sound accompanied by the whirlwind of flames engulfed everything around in an instant.

These are all the effects of the Lihuo Curse. I have to admit that the current magic is almost out of Fan Lin's control. Fanlin can still control the Lihuo Curse in a small area, but such a large area...

Fan Lin narrowed his eyes slightly...

Well, forget it, anyway, this is a headache for Voldemort. Fan Lin shook his head, he was unable to take back the magic power, and the continuous large amount of extraction made Fan Lin's body feel pain all the time.

Sure enough, it's better to use less of the Sorcerer's Stone...

Unlike Fan Lin, Harry also seemed to have found a way, but Harry wasn't sure if it would work.

In truth, Harry didn't understand why he did it, or what it would do. But he concentrated - he had never done this before - and forced the sphere of light into Voldemort's wand.

This is a difficult task, but Fan Lin blocked all the burdened Death Eaters by himself...

Slowly, slowly, it moved along the golden beam of light, it vibrated for a while, and finally arrived.

for a moment,

Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain that echoed endlessly.

Voldemort's startled red eyes dilated - a smoking hand floated from the tip of his wand and disappeared - the ghost of Crouch's hand he had severed.

Then there were more cries of pain, and something larger began to emerge from the top of Voldemort's wand, a gray The big thing... that's a human head... then the chest and arms... that's the body of Percy Jorkins.

Harry was amazed, he'd seen it in the paper, but he didn't understand why...

If Harry had let go of his wand in surprise, it would have been the end of it. But instinct kept Harry gripping his wand so tightly that the golden beam of light remained intact.

Even Percy Jorkins' thick gray soul (is that a soul? It looks hard as a solid.) is all emerging from the end of Voldemort's wand, as if he's squeezed out of a very narrow tunnel.

The shadow of Jorkins stood up, looked up and down at the golden beam of light, and began to speak.

Hold on, Harry, said Jorkins.

Her voice seemed to come from afar, echoing in the air.

Harry looked at Voldemort - his large red eyes still showed surprise, and he, like Harry, hadn't expected these things to happen. Dimly, Harry heard the terrified shouts of the Death Eaters. There was no doubt that Fan Lin's spell had caused enough damage to them. Through the haze of light, Harry could clearly see Feel the cold before and the heat after.

There were more cries of pain from the wand, and then something else appeared from the top of it - it was the shadow of another human head, followed by arms and other bodies - it was an old man, ha Leigh had seen him in a dream, and now he was pushing himself out of the top of his wand just like Possy Moonday... His soul, or his shadow, or something, fell into the He stood beside Percy Jorkins, watching Harry and Voldemort and the golden web and wands held together by beams of light. He leaned on his crutches and didn't look terribly surprised...

He's a real wizard, isn't he? said the old man, looking at Voldemort. That's the man who killed me, boy, beat him.

At this moment, another human head appeared.

The head was gray as a statue, it was the head of a woman...Harry saw her fall to the ground, stood up like the others, and watched. Harry gripped his wand as hard as he could, but his arms were still shaking...

Don't let go! she cried, her voice echoing in the air like Cedric's, as if from far away.

Don't let him beat you, Harry. Don't let go! She and the other two dark shadows began to walk, along the inside of the golden web wall.

Voldemort's victims circled the duelist, talking in low tones as they walked, words of encouragement to Harry and hisses to Voldemort.

Fan Lin couldn't help but put most of his attention on Harry. He roughly understood something, and he was also looking forward to something...

The battle outside continued, and the Death Eaters crazily attacked Fan Lin's defense line, but Fan Lin did not relax, more and more flames turned into a big net, and he had to win enough for Harry. time.

Another head appeared on Voldemort's wand, and Harry knew who it would be when he saw him.

Ever since Percy Jorkins emerged from that wand, Harry seemed to have been waiting for him to appear. He knew who he was going to be, because this was the man he would think of every night.

It was a tall man with messy hair on a smoky shadow, who had dropped to the ground like Percy, stood up, and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at his father's ghostly face, his arms shaking even more.

Your mother is coming soon... He said calmly, She wants to see you, and you will be well soon, hold on.

Here she comes... first her head, then her body... a young woman with long hair - with Lily. The smoky form of Potter - emerging from the end of Voldemort's wand.

She fell to the ground, like her husband, and stood up.

She approached Harry and looked down at him, and her voice, like the others, seemed to come from a distance, echoing, but so quietly that Voldemort could not hear it. Surrounded by his victims, Voldemort's face was now angry and terrified.