There was a scream of pain from Voldemort's wand, a body made of smoke, ghostly, but substantial - it was an old man, whom Harry had seen in his dream last year, looking at Harry and Voldemort with a little surprise on crutches, at the wand and the golden net that were connected together.

"So, he's really a wizard?" said the old man, looking at Voldemort, "this guy has killed me...... You fight him, kid ......"

"What the hell is going on?" Tonks was a little dumbfounded, "I haven't heard of this happening again." ”

"Out of Voldemort's wand came a victim who died at his hand?" said Kingsley Shackle, his mouth growing, "this old gentleman looks like a Muggle, and Muggles can't be ghosts." ”

"Because he's not a ghost at all, Shaker. Silver said, narrowing his eyes as he watched what had happened, and he regretted that he hadn't taken the crown and Ravenclaw with him, otherwise he would have seen something more with his Ravenclaw knowledge.

Harry looked surprised, but fortunately Voldemort was more surprised, and Harry clenched his wand tightly, keeping the golden filaments of light going.

This is another head, this time a smoky gray head, a woman.

Harry gripped his wand desperately, his arms shaking. He saw the woman fall to the ground, straighten up like everyone else, and look at the qiē that happened in front of him.

"It's Bertha Jorkins. Kingsley Shackel said, "Can you see me, Bertha?"

Bertha Jorkins "Ghost" nodded, "I can see you, Kingsley." ”

"So you really died at Voldemort's hands? Oh my God, you really shouldn't have been in the Black Forest in Albania. Kingsley Shackel sighed. The two of them seem to have a good relationship.

"Don't feel sorry for me, Kingsley, Crouch's curse nearly ruined my life more than a decade ago. Bertha Jorkins smiled, "His Forgetting Charm has made me, who have a good memory, forgetful, and Crouch is still alive?" want me to say he deserves to be punished." ”

"I'll report this to the new minister in the future, but Crouch is now in Azkaban for abuse of his power. ”

"Really? Then I'm satisfied. Bertha Jorkins said, "Then I have only one wish left to end."

She floated up to Voldemort and threatened him in the most terrifying of voices, "I see you, Voldemort, and sooner or later you will come down with us." ”

Large beads of sweat appeared on Harry's forehead, and he looked like he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Don't let go!" Bertha Jorkins shouted echoed, as if from far away, "Don't let him hurt you, Harry, don't let go!"

Bertha Jorkins and the old man's ghost weave through the golden net, and from time to time they make noises that disturb Voldemort's changed face.

Now another head emerges from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry could tell at a glance who she was—even though they hadn't met before, he could see it at a glance, because it was the person he thought about the most—

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

"Oh my God, it's Lily. Moody clenched his wand.

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, reverberating voice, "My child, you have grown up. ”

Harry's tears flowed unconsciously.

James Potter looked at Moody, "Alasto, please get Harry out of here later, we can't stay in this world for long. ”

He said to Harry, "Son, your mother and I would like to talk to you a little more, but we don't have that much time, and it's our biggest regret not to be able to watch you grow up. Harry, no matter what, your mother and I will always love you.

Silver looked at the qiē in front of him in surprise, his eyes brightening even more, as if he had thought of something.

"We'll buy you time now, get out of here, Harry, we'll only be able to save a short time after we're disconnected, you must listen to Moody, get out of here, Voldemort isn't something you can deal with for the time being." James Potter said.

"I'm here for Sirius, Voldemort has caught him here. Harry said.

"You've been deceived, Harry. Kingsley Shackel said, "Tonks and I have searched this place, there is no sign of Sirius, Voldemort has deceived you with magic, go quickly." ”

"Alright then, I will. Harry said. He held his wand as hard as he could, his face twisted.

"Now, let it go," whispered James Potter, "and get ready to run...... Sprinkle ...... now"

At this time, Voldemort saw the people he had killed walking around, and his face turned blue with fright.

"Hey!" shouted Harry, feeling like he couldn't hold on any longer.

He struck his wand upwards, the gold thread broke, the web of light disappeared, and the phoenix's song vanished. (To be continued......)