Hogwarts, in the storage room where Mr. Filch was hidden, Alan forcibly watched the battle on Harry's side with a rather spicy eye.

Well, spicy eyes, quite spicy eyes.

As he expected, although there is no mark-up for this kind of thing, there are serious side effects in its essence - for example, because too much power is obtained from the fragments at one time, it is quite normal for some of the power to be used to show it in appearance.

Holding back the desire to complain about the fluttering ponytails, Alan began to carefully distinguish where Harry was - although he hadn't broken all the Horcruxes yet, if he could accurately block Voldemort this time, then the Horcruxes would not be tight, and he could have sealed Voldemort in a weakened state and then went to find the Horcruxes.

Well, quite a promising plan, the only problem is how to beat Voldemort to a state where he can be sealed - but there is still Dumbledore here, and if we join forces, it is estimated that it will not be too much of a problem.

Therefore, the most important question at the moment is how to catch Voldemort.

Therefore, Alan could only endure the spicy picture to judge Harry's battle screen to determine Harry's location.

Well, that's it, Eren definitely didn't mean to appreciate Harry's black history, he just had to watch it just to catch Voldemort!

——

On the island where Azkaban is located.

Harry, who was still familiar with his new powers, suddenly noticed that someone was attacking him—and the three Death Eaters on the other side finally woke up from their shock and realized what they were supposed to do now.

There was almost no difference in order, and three powerful control spells struck Harry directly.

Even now, the three loyal Death Eaters still remember their master's command that Harry must be brought to him alive and slain alive.

To put it simply, Voldemort intended to use Harry to wash away all the humiliation from himself.

However, this order is clearly a rather deadly flag.

Even Voldemort, who was able to shout the words to kill the way without hesitation when facing Cedric, still managed to count the flags for himself - if it weren't for his orders, but the number of times the Death Eaters had a chance to do it, Harry would never have survived the threshold of adulthood, and he would have been killed by Barty Jr. when he returned to school...

But now it's not a matter of whether the Death Eaters will stay or not, it's a matter of Harry not sparing.

The temporary inheritance couldn't learn anything, but the power was real - when the three attacks arrived almost at the same time, Harry, who had planned to roll over and dodge, almost subconsciously raised his wand.

Under the control of the mysterious power in his body, the wand flew from the right hand to the left hand in an extremely clever position, and at the same time, a pale pink transparent shadow of an illusory wand that was larger than Harry's wand flew out of Harry's wand and directly met the three spells in the air.

However, while Harry was curiously waiting for the effect, he found that the spell he had never seen before did not react to the three spells that came at all, and the two directly pierced each other without even a sense of impact, without the slightest conflict.

'Damn' Harry lay down on the ground in an extremely ugly motion, then rolled to the side and quickly lifted himself with an Iron Armor Charm, hoping that he would not be too badly injured in the next attack.

"I'm too presumptuous - I should be satisfied if I can't replenish enough mana, looking forward to using completely unfamiliar magic to fend off attacks, I must be overwhelmed by that force!" Harry thought as he waited for the sound of the spell breaking through the Iron Charm and the severe pain of the damage that followed, ready to be injured and fight back.

However, the expected attack and pain didn't hit, and Harry didn't even hear the crash of the Iron Charm as it was struck.

An illusory pink bubble gently covered him with a shield, and although two of the three attack spells hit, they didn't even break half of the shield, and when Harry looked up, the phantom of the wand that flew out earlier returned, merging into the shield again, completely replenishing the consumed shield.

"Is this a transformation of the Iron Charm, or is it a secret protective spell?" Harry curiously ducked behind a rock, and after making sure that the shield had become strong, he stretched out his wand for his next attack.

"No, what's going on?" Harry realized that his wand was wrapped in a strangely shaped wand, an illusion that looked exactly like the wand that flew out of the magic he had used earlier - pale pink all over, and on the head of the wand was a star of the same style as the pentagram he had crushed earlier, and on either side of the star, dotted with small wings, it looked quite - well, feminine.

Then, he noticed that he also had an illusion on his hands.

It was a long, white-gloved phantom that was slightly longer than his hand, and it lasted until his arm.

Wait - arms!

Harry suddenly looked towards his gown as if he remembered something.

But unfortunately, his dress was unusually normal, but there were no fewer apparitions on it, and when Harry glanced by in disbelief with a frightened thought, he vaguely saw a touch of white over-the-knee stockings...

Delusion, delusion!

Harry ignored the pale pink phantom that floated by as he shook his head, and an attack subconsciously flicked towards the area over there—a pale pink star-like spell flew out of Harry's wand and hit it directly at the place where the previous ritual had been performed.

At the moment of impact, there was still no damage that Harry had expected, but the star suddenly expanded, occupying all the land in a diameter of about seven meters in an instant.

"Master, no!"

After the spell was formed, the Death Eater who had been standing still and was about to resist the attack with a protective spell immediately shouted, but unfortunately, at the moment when they shouted, Harry directly grasped the injured left hand under the guidance of the power in his body.

With barely a sound, the spots of light that occupied the vast land exploded, sending dust to a cloud of air, and then quickly dispelled from the area by the magic that spread from the center.

In the midst of the Death Eater's screams, a shield covered everything near the cauldron, and Voldemort, who was still in his infant state, lowered the shield after the impact was over, and he spat a mouthful of blood into the pot at an unobtrusive angle.

Voldemort, wounded...