"I'm fine, keep flying!" Harry wiped a handful of blood as he saw two Death Eaters approaching from the darkness.

As he and the Death Eaters exchanged spells, Hagrid bent the car around in a difficult "Z" shape.

Harry knew that Hagrid didn't dare to use the flamethrows anymore because of the insecurity of his seat, but fortunately, the two Death Eaters behind him were not strong, and he kept casting a stun spell on the Death Eaters behind him, almost knocking them off the broomstick.

A Death Eater's turban fell off while evading Harry's magic, and Harry saw Stan Sampark's unusually pale face through the red glow of the unconscious magic.

Well, this guy has finally become a Death Eater.

Harry was no less shocked to see Stan Sanpark, the former Knight's bus conductor, than he had been a few months earlier, and he was less surprised when he knew that this guy had been arrested on suspicion of Death Eater activities, and he had had argued with Rufus Scrimgeour about it before, thinking that Stan Sanpark would never be a Death Eater, he was just a pimple-faced and bragging conductor, and now it seemed that nothing was absolute.

When evil comes, everyone will go into madness.

At this moment, two more Death Eaters emerged from the darkness and sped towards Hagrid's motorcycle.

"Hagrid, shoot again, shoot that flamethrower again!" Harry shouted back.

"Hold me tight, Harry!" Hagrid responded.

Harry turned and hugged Hagrid's waist tightly, and with another deafening roar, a blast of whitish blue flames erupted from the vent.

Harry felt as if he was sliding behind his seat under the force of the impact.

Just as he was about to paddle out, Hagrid reached in with one hand and grabbed him firmly from behind, the other controlling the handlebars as much as he could.

"I think we got rid of them, Harry, we made it!" Hagrid exclaimed excitedly.

Harry's hands felt slimy, and he looked up through the moonlight to see that it was covered in blood, from the knocking out of his teeth.

But it wasn't a big deal, in fact, Harry thought it was a little too simple.

After a few minutes, he felt the motorcycle descend a little, even though the lights on the ground were still as distant as the stars in the sky.

As his rapid breathing subsided, Harry couldn't help but wonder, where the hell was Voldemort?

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After getting rid of the Death Eaters, Evan and Sirius reversed course and headed northeast, where Ron and Mad-Eye Moody fled.

Evan could feel that the two of them had stopped and stood still compared to the other moving groups, which was worrying.

In the endless darkness around him, he felt a hint of danger.

There were no Death Eaters, but as they moved forward, the smell of danger grew stronger.

This is...... Voldemort's breath!

And his magic!

It's strange that Voldemort went after Ron and Moody!

Evan didn't know why Voldemort was doing this, and he didn't believe Voldemort could be so easily fooled.

Even if Voldemort went after Harry and Hagrid's group, Evan would not have been so surprised, he knew the connection between Harry and Voldemort.

The connection between the Horcrux and the main soul would allow Voldemort to find Harry, and if he really wanted to, he could do it, and no one could stop him.

Of course, doing so would further hurt Voldemort's shattered soul, whether he wanted it or not.

But now Voldemort doesn't chase Evan who has the most movement, and instead of chasing the real Harry, he actually chases Ron, which is really strange!

What is he going to do?

"Look, Aven, there!" Sirius shouted.

Next to a Muggle mansion in the downtown area, Evan saw Voldemort floating in the air out of thin air, he was floating about seven stories away, not riding a broomstick or a Thestrals, just floating, his serpentine face glowing with a sinister light, his miserable white fingers holding a wand.

At Voldemort's feet, darkness was converging towards the smoke in the wind.

In front of him was another gathering point of smoky darkness.

Illuminated by the lights of the surrounding buildings, Evan saw that Harry's body was slowly approaching Voldemort......

No, that's Ron!

He was supposed to be unconscious, unconscious, with his head down, surrounded by the black fog, getting closer and closer to Voldemort.

Between the two sides, it seems to be connected by a black thread, but it seems to be a deep night, a darkness that not even the light can dispel.

Evan didn't know what Voldemort was going to do with Ron, or how he floated in mid-air, this kind of magic ...... His gaze left Voldemort, who was shrouded in black mist, and quickly looked around, there was a mess in all directions, he had just experienced a fierce battle, and Evan also didn't see Moody, so he didn't know what was going on.

The emergency didn't give them much time, and Sirius roared and took control of his broom and rushed towards Voldemort.

Evan flew up with him, pointing his wand at the street lamps on either side of the road.

The blue light flashed, and the two streetlights began to grow longer, longer and longer, and then flew away like Voldemort like snakes, but before they could touch Voldemort, the streetlights began to melt, and finally turned into a gray cloud of smoke, and the smoke recondensed into a sharp knife towards Sirius, who was rushing towards him.

Sirius narrowly dodged the broomstick, and Voldemort pointed his wand at him, "Avada ......"

A lightning-like silver-white light struck, and it was Aven's spell.

He tried to interrupt Voldemort's spell, but it didn't work, and almost as soon as he fired his magic, a black shield suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.

The white light struck the shield with a thunderous rumbling sound that turned into sparks and dissipated into the air.

The shield flashed with a glittering streamer and disappeared into thin air.

With a rumbling sound, Voldemort's magic was complete, and a dark green beam struck Sirius, threatening death.

This force was very strong, and the powerful magical aura oppressed the space, making Sirius unable to dodge.

Bang!

The Killing Curse struck Sirius' broomstick, and he apparitioned at the last moment.

The next second, he appeared above Voldemort and flicked his wand to shoot three red rays of light.

Almost at the same time, Aven's magic was ready to be completed.

He swung his wand sharply, and a bright red glow streaked across the night sky, and one spell after another struck Voldemort.

"Poor spells! pathetic magic!" Voldemort said coldly, no warmth in his voice.

He raised his wand, the black mist around his body boiling and tumbling.

When the magic beam came into contact with the black mist, it was swallowed by the black mist, without the slightest ripple......