As the first orb of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became piping hot, and he feared it would burn. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The closer the orb came closer, the more Harry's wand vibrate.

He thought that his wand would not be able to withstand the touch of a bead of light, and that his wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hand......

No, you can't let Kwang-so come to him, he can't fail!

Harry put aside distractions and tried to concentrate all his thoughts, forcing the orb of light towards Voldemort's side.

The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears, and his eyes were determined and his anger was sprayed!

Slowly, slowly, the light beads trembled and stopped.

Then, just as slowly, it began to move towards the other end, and now Voldemort's wand vibrated violently.

Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened, or really scared!

He didn't know what was going on, he had been resurrected with a long-lost body and regained his strength, and no one should be his opponent except Dumbledore, but now he was in a stalemate with the boy, and even at a disadvantage, his wand didn't listen to his call.

The great power he was proud of became a joke, and Voldemort had no idea what was going on.

Outside the light web, another thirteen-year-old boy single-handedly suppressed his Death Eaters, causing them to flee with their heads in their hands.

Voldemort felt humiliated and panicked like never before, and then he saw Evan walking towards Nagini......

Evan stared at Nagini as he tried to kill the glittering serpent in a process that was beyond imagination.

Surrounded by the flames, Nagini didn't dodge like a Death Eater, but opened its mouth and lunged at Aven.

Ai Wen waved his wand vigorously, a silver light flashed, and in the next second, the head of the big snake that rushed towards him was cut off!

The head of the snake spun high into the sky, falling into the flames not far away, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cloud of ashes.

Evan was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what was going on, Nagini was not a Horcrux yet.

Voldemort didn't put a fragment of his soul into Nagini's body, it was just an ordinary serpent.

It is still flesh and blood, and does not need to use other weapons, as long as powerful magic can kill it.

"No!" Voldemort shouted angrily, but no one could hear him.

He glared at Evan, then immediately turned his head to look at Kwang-so, who was only inches from the tip of his staff.

He couldn't care about Aven, his beloved serpent, or the fleeing Death Eaters, he focused on Harry and the wand he was fighting, and he couldn't let Gwang-so come over, and he felt terrible power from above.

"Past!" Harry roared, staring intently at the light on his wand.

He didn't know why he was doing it, or what would happen if he did it.

But he had never been so focused in his life, and he was bent on forcing the light bead into the tip of Voldemort's wand......

Slowly, slowly, the bead of light moved along the gold wire, trembling for a moment, connecting with the tip of the staff......

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

Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise, and a human hand formed by smoke flew out of the tip of the staff and vanished, the severed hand he had just made for the vampire Durand.

There was another cry of pain, and a larger object emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, a large gray thing, as if made of the thickest smoke, and first a head, then a chest and arms, the shadow of a woman.

It was the ghost of Bertha Jorkins who looked out, staring wide-eyed at the fight before her.

"Hold on, don't let go!" she said to Harry, her voice distant, echoing.

Harry was astonished, but he instinctively clenched his wand tightly, keeping the golden filaments of light going.

He saw Voldemort's red eyes stare in surprise, as surprised as he was.

Bertha Jorkins circled around the edge of the golden net, glaring at Voldemort in an eerie glare.

Immediately after, there was another scream of pain from the wand, and something emerged from the tip of the wand......

A human head made up of smoke again, followed by arms and body.

It was a wizard Harry hadn't seen before, who had been killed by Voldemort in the ruins of the Fallen Centaurs, and he had squeezed out of his wand like Bertha Jorkins, a ghost or ghost or something that stared at Voldemort viciously.

This wizard was an outlaw in his lifetime, and looking at his appearance, it seems that he wants to pounce on Voldemort.

"Hold on, kid, he killed me and avenged me!"

Immediately afterward, a man appeared, who was also the ghost of an innocent man killed by Voldemort.

As they walked around the duelist, they whispered encouragement to Harry, while at Voldemort gritted his teeth and said something Harry couldn't hear, but was undoubtedly vicious, and Voldemort looked even crazier under the spurring of these words!

Now, another head is emerging from the tip of Voldemort's wand!

Harry knew who she was at a glance, as if he had been expecting Bertha Jorkins to appear from the moment she appeared.

Yes, he saw it at a glance, because what came out was the person he thought about the most in his life......

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightening up and staring at him.

Harry's eyes looked at his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Harry, your dad is here too!" she whispered, "he wants to see you, he'll be fine, resist ......"

And sure enough, he came out, first in the head, then in the body.

A tall, unkempt man, James Potter's soul rises from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

He fell to the ground like his wife and straightened up.

James Potter approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in an equally distant, reverberating voice, but it was too low for Voldemort to hear, and Voldemort turned blue with horror when he saw the man he had killed walking around!

"Daddy......" Harry opened his mouth, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Despite the fact that he was still in the midst of a duel, an inexplicable sadness rose in Harry's body.

He stared at his parents, who were still the same as they had been when they were young, and still the same as they were before they died.

"Harry, I'm so proud of you!" said James Potter.

"Harry......" Her mother's ghost looked at him.

"We'll only be able to stay for a while after the connection is broken, but we'll buy you time, and you'll have to get the portkey with the boy outside, and it will take you back to Hogwarts. Understood, Harry?" continued James Potter.

"Understood!" Harry replied gasping, wand sliding in his hand as he gripped it desperately.