The two lights met in the air—Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were electrified, and he gripped it so tightly that he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to—a thin beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold. Harry looked at the beam in amazement, only to see Voldemort's long, pale fingers holding a trembling wand.

Then, completely caught off guard, Harry felt his feet leave the ground, and both he and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the flickering golden thread.

The money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly cracked, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort. Arcs of light intertwined around them, eventually forming a dome of golden nets, a cage of thousands of rays.

"And so it was. Dumbledore looked up at what was happening in the air, his blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The old man stopped, and seemed to be in no hurry to attack Voldemort.

Suddenly, a wonderful, fairy-like sound sounded in the air...... It emanated from every filament of the web of light that vibrated around Harry and Voldemort. Harry could hear it, even though he had only heard it once before. This is the song of the phoenix.

To Harry, the voice was a sign of hope...... It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life...... He felt the song in his heart and not around him.

"Harry, hold on, keep connecting. A familiar and kind voice rang in his ears through the golden arc.

It was Dumbledore's voice, he himself was floating in the air, Headmaster Dumbledore was at his feet, and even though he was still at a loss, Harry knew that if he broke the connection with Voldemort, he would be in a very bad situation.

Can't break it...... But as soon as he thought about it, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand vibrated even more violently...... The golden thread that connects him to Voldemort has also changed...... It was as if large orbs of light were gliding along the silk of light - Harry felt the wand in his hand tremble, and the orbs began to slowly slide towards him...... The orb of light was moving towards him as it left Voldemort, his wand vibrating violently......

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. The closer the orb came closer, the more Harry's wand vibrate. He thought his wand wouldn't be able to withstand the touch of a bead of light. His wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hand—

He concentrated all his thoughts, trying to force the orb of light towards Voldemort's side. The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears, and his gaze was determined and his anger erupted...... Slowly, slowly, the light bead shuddered and stopped, and then just as slowly began to move towards the other end...... Now it was Voldemort's wand vibrating violently...... Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened......

A bead of light trembled, just inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't know why he was doing this, or what the consequences would be...... 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 light beads move along the gold wire...... Trembling for a moment...... Connected to the tip of the staff......

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain that echoed endlessly...... And then—Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.

The arc of light that surrounded the two of them suddenly vanished, and the two of them were suddenly exposed to the empty night sky.

Voldemort's arm trembled violently, and he tried to cast a spell to keep himself from falling in mid-air, but found that he had temporarily lost control of his wand, which seemed to come out at any moment.

Thick smoke poured out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Voldemort watched in horror at the scene in front of him.

He was still acceptable to be weakened by power, because it was under his control after all, and he could still delve into more esoteric and evil magic to restore his strength, even better than before.

There is no end to the study of magic.

But now, something really happened beyond his comprehension.

"Stop!" he scolded the purple shirt wood wand in his hand like crazy, increased his grip, and desperately ordered the wand that scolded him, in mid-air, there was a faint unwilling whimpering and wailing, and it quickly dissipated in the wind, and the constantly trembling wand finally eased a little, and began to obey his control again.

As the smoke began to coalesce in mid-air, Voldemort's brain spinning rapidly, he didn't have time to look at what the smoke would consist of, he thought it might be an escape.

"Goodbye, teacher, and the so-called Mr. Savior, I will be back. Voldemort said reluctantly, and then his body suddenly exploded into a wisp of light smoke, which merged into the thick smoke, and then a hurricane blew up without warning, blowing away the smoke, and the demon just fled, if it weren't for the many Death Eaters lying on the ground, anyone would think that they had just hallucinated.

The wands were disconnected, and Harry began to free fall in midair, the whistling blade of wind threatening to puncture his eardrums, and he felt like he was about to faint or that he was about to lose consciousness.

But in the last second before he lost consciousness, the corners of his mouth went up and he smiled.

Because he saw his parents smiling at him, it wasn't a delusion.

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.

"Your dad is here too......" she whispered, "he wants to see you...... It's going to be fine...... Resist ......"

And sure enough, he came out...... First the head, then the body...... The soul of a tall, unkempt man, James Potter, rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand and fell to the ground like his wife, straightening up. He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in an equally distant, echoing voice, but low.

The smoke that was blown away by Voldemort at the time did not include them.

"Am I going to die? Hallucinations?" Harry thought as he last thought before he fainted.

"Professor Dumbledore, long time no see. The Potters, who had the form of gray smoke, turned and smiled, and at this time they greeted the old man with the leisure of leisure.

"yes, long time no see. Dumbledore wiped the corners of his slightly moist eyes and said with relief.

"It seems that our children are doing well, and they are all under your care. Lily glanced lovingly at Harry lying next to her with her turquoise eyes, knowing that her child was just unconscious, and she wasn't too worried.

"It should. Dumbledore lowered his eyes.

"We won't be here for long, and I hope you can take a little more effort to make Harry happier, after all, he has lost us and lacked the love of his parents since he was a child. Jaime nodded and pleaded.

"Of course. Dumbledore nodded.

"By the way, don't be biased, the stinky boy violates the school rules, and he should still be dealt with. Jaime laughed.

"Do you think they're all like you?" Lily gave her husband a disgusted look, "Harry must be an obedient student. She said softly.

"Ahem. Dumbledore coughed twice, "I think Harry is more like his father in this regard." The old man added.

"Okay. Lily lifted her forehead helplessly.

"Oh, it's time, it's time for us to go. The couple tacitly agreed, and their smoky bodies began to gradually become transparent.

"Goodbye. Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and waved it at them.

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore. The couple said together.

A breeze blew, and the gray smoke dissipated as if it had never been there.