Lockhart was already prepared. He had no confidence that he could block Voldemort's attack with a spell, so the moment Voldemort finished saying "Go to hell." A stone flew in front of Harry, blocking the curse.

Voldemort was not surprised that purely magical attacks could be blocked by thick solids. He turned to look at Lockhart: "What a fast response time, whose boy is this? Are you interested in joining my career, everything you want, powerful mana, money, status, women, and even immortality , you can get it here..."

Lockhart was stared at by Voldemort's eyes, and he immediately understood his horror, as if he was being stared at by death, and as if standing above the abyss, there was no doubt that he would be killed in the next second, and his whole body was covered. The blood almost coagulated. What is this horrible feeling? Does Voldemort have his own Life Repelling Charm?

"Professor..." Harry almost missed, "...Professor said we can't submit to power, Neville!"

Voldemort glanced at Lockhart in surprise: "It turned out to be a child of the Longbottom family, no wonder... Then it seems that I have no chance."

When the wand moved, a white light flew towards Lockhart. He finally knew why the other Aurors couldn't escape. This spell sacrificed lethality, but the speed and angle were extremely tricky, and under the pressure of Voldemort's aura, he He could barely move his feet, he could only raise his hand to condense the magic shield. Then he was hit and flew out, hit the wall, and sat down in the corner.

"Neville!" Hermione cried out in panic. She obviously didn't expect that even Professor Lockhart couldn't stop Voldemort's blow. Fortunately, the Aurors had already demonstrated it before, so Lockhart didn't look ashamed. . Hermione ran to Lockhart immediately and looked at him bewildered.

Lockhart signaled that he was fine, then with Hermione's help, he stood up. The first thing he did was to take out the compound decoction to make up a sip. Just kidding, exposing it here would be a life-and-death experience! How long will it take for Dumbledore to arrive? He glanced irritably at Moody, who was looking at him too.

"Your friend saved you once, Potter, are you still unwilling to give it to me?" Voldemort asked slowly without looking at Lockhart, staring into Harry's eyes.

Harry was ashamed of his carelessness, he took up his wand and pointed it at Voldemort: "No!"

"There's nothing I can do, Avada!" Voldemort shook his head slightly.

"Fuck your weapons!"

As a beam of red light erupted from Harry's wand, it met Voldemort's death curse in the air. What happened to everyone present was that they couldn't stand still in the air. You must know that this only happens when two people with similar magic power are fighting.

Voldemort's expression suddenly became suspicious, his wand vibrated, he withdrew his imposing coercion on the others present, and poured all the magic power into his wand. But it didn't get the desired effect. The green light just pressed forward for more than ten centimeters, and then it stalemate again.

A narrow beam of light connects the two spells, neither red nor green. But it was bright, a deep golden yellow. Although Harry could barely hold his wand in his hands, he still tried to output his magic power.

Lockhart saw Voldemort's long, white fingers also gripping his wand, which was shaking. The others hesitated, but Lockhart knew what was going on.

"Good chance, kill him!" Lockhart shouted, taking advantage of Voldemort's inability to move, and attacked him first: "Avada Suo!"

"Avada Suo!" "Death!" "Avada Suo!"

More than a dozen death curses spewed from the wands of the Aurors, and in normal times, Voldemort had countless ways to deal with this seemingly slow attack, but now, unprepared, he felt his feet off the ground.

Both Harry and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the gleaming golden beam of light that was splitting: the wands were still connected, with a thousand branches of light high above them Form arcs, crisscrossing them in a cross around them until they are enclosed in a golden, circular net, they are now like a cocoon.

The Aurors attacked together aggressively. If they hit, they could instantly kill any creature with high magic resistance in the world, not even dragons and phoenixes. But at the moment of touching the light ball, it was all absorbed, and then the light ball appeared thicker.

This time the Aurors were dumbfounded.

"What's going on here," Scrimgeour asked anxiously. "What is Harry doing?"

Suddenly, a mysterious, beautiful sound resounded in the air, echoing around Harry and Voldemort from every ray of light in the spun web of light.

"Gidero, think of a way!" Blake watched his godson in distress, his heart ablaze.

"I don't know what's going on!" Although Lockhart knew why, he didn't understand this phenomenon at all~lightnovelpub.net~ He didn't specialize in magic wands.

"What should I do?" Moody was also dumbfounded. Aurors had to be good at everything: reconnaissance, infiltration, sneak attack behind enemy lines, assassination, even rounding up, rescuing hostages, and protecting important wizards or Muggles. The only thing they can't do is deal with This miraculous magical phenomenon, all the Aurors present did not know what was going on.

"Inform the striker department first and ask them to bring some large anti-magic equipment over. Voldemort can't be allowed to run away today!" Scrimgeour raised his face and commanded loudly.

It was too late. Although Voldemort didn't know what was going on, he knew that he couldn't delay - he shook the magic force forcefully, trying to forcibly cut off the connection.

Meanwhile, Harry was conversing with the souls of his loved ones.

"Harry, hold on!" said Harry's father, James, "your mother is coming..."

"Be strong, boy, and you will defeat that man," said an old man, looking at Voldemort. "That's how the prophecy was written!"

The soul of Harry's mother, Lily, emerged from Voldemort's wand, approached Harry, and studied him carefully. "Son, you are so brave."

Lily looked at the people below: "But we can't protect you for a long time, we will cut off the beam of light later, you have to hide, the Aurors below will protect you, we believe that Headmaster Dumbledore will arrive soon, Phoenix There is a special connection between members of the club and him.”

"Got it," panted Harry, trying to squeeze his wand as hard as he could - it was sliding between his fingers.

"Let go now," his father whispered. "Get ready to hide, let go now..."

PS: Yesterday, I briefly surpassed the previous one, so I voted for more recommendations. There are probably two more updates in the afternoon.

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