If Voldemort was still Voldemort when he fought with Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic, then Evan would not have lost so badly in a duel with him, if he would not have won, but he had now begun that evil body transformation magic, and he was deified, and he had far more power than wizards.

His power will continue to grow as the transformation progresses.

Ordinary magic could no longer cause damage to Voldemort, and if it weren't for the Patronus Charm's certain restraint effect on the evil god, Evan probably wouldn't have been able to get out easily this time.

In the process of fighting the evil god, the Patronus has always been effective, but this time the Patronus spell has an effect, and the next time you encounter Voldemort, it may not be effective.

For a wizard like Voldemort, the same magic and attacks won't work repeatedly, even if the Patronus Charm has a strong restraining effect on the evil god. Through tonight's battle, Evan realizes that they can't go toe-to-toe with Voldemort at the moment, and they still have to hurry up and find the remaining Horcruxes and secret treasure keys.

"Sirius, how are the two of them?" asked Evan gasped, staring at Hedwig in the cage.

Hedwig stared at Evan reproachfully with large amber eyes, as if complaining about the collision caused by his rapid flight.

Then, it lowered its head and began to sort out its messy feathers.

"Alive, thanks to you tonight, Aven!" Sirius said, having just finished checking on Moody, and was pounding on the door of 12 Grimmauld Place, "Mad-Eyed is weak, he's probably going to lie down for a long time, let Remus show him for a while, I'm not very good at dealing with this kind of dark magic damage, Ron is fine, he's just unconscious, the Dark Lord must have confused him and Harry, we arrived just in time, so he didn't have time to do any further damage to Ron, thankfully......"

At that moment, the door was opened from the inside, and Kreacher was looking at the four men in a panic.

"Oh my God, young master, young master Aiwen, you ......"

"Shut up, Kreacher, help carry the two of them in. Sirius impatiently said that his attitude towards Kreacher had not been friendly, and after handing over Moody and Ron to the house-elves, he led Evan into the dark door, "Our plan for tonight has been leaked, and there are traitors in the Order of the Phoenix, so we were ambushed." It was terrible that the Dark Lord was at Ron's place, but it was also good news, and Harry and Hagrid should have plenty of time to leave. ”

"Count the time, they should have arrived. "As long as your identity isn't revealed, there's no problem." ”

Although Evan and Sirius fought with Voldemort and the Death Eaters for a while, it didn't last long, and they came to Grimmauld Place with Moody and Ron directly apparitions, saving a lot of time in the middle, so they arrived earlier than the other five groups, hoping that Harry would be fine.

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The bike slowly descended, and Harry suddenly became worried, and Voldemort had not shown up but worried him.

He looked at the endless darkness around him and felt a hint of danger, where were they?

Suddenly, Harry's scar ached like fire, and he felt it, Voldemort was angry, unusually angry, and a blurry image appeared in Harry's head, and Harry saw a large amount of black smoke, and they surrounded Voldemort, and he just floated in the air, furious.

Voldemort's anger broke through the confines of the spell, closing the distance between him and Harry.

"Hurry up, Hagrid, he's coming......" Harry said as he clutched his scar in pain, leaning feebly against Hagrid's back.

"Who's coming?" Hagrid asked, looking back worriedly, "Don't worry Harry, we're here, right down there." ”

"No, he's coming, hurry, Hagrid, Volt......" Harry stopped abruptly, and Voldemort appeared in front of him, and the two gradually merged.

The black mist, the scarlet eyes, the heart-piercing pain, and ......

Hagrid also saw Voldemort, and he let out a scream of terror and rushed down almost vertically on his motorcycle.

Harry clung to Hagrid's clothes, feeling like he was about to faint from the pain of the scar.

A green light whistled past him, and with a loud bang, the motorcycle's engine sparked, and the car spun out of control, spinning and falling through the air, Harry completely disoriented, his scar still burning with pain, making him feel like he could die at any moment.

The black mist that was surging from all sides enveloped Harry, and he felt a chill to his bones, and he saw Voldemort's serpent-like pale face get closer and closer, and it was all over, Harry knew that he was being captured by Voldemort, despair and death were coming, and the sharp pain of the scar made him unable to open his eyes.

Just then, his wand began to move on its own.

Harry felt the wand tugging at his hand as if it were drawn to a magnet, and in the dark mist, his wand was automatically pointed at Voldemort, and his half-open eyes saw a burst of golden light, along with shattering and angry shouts.

Voldemort shouted "No!"

Harry was amazed to see that the mighty Voldemort was actually knocked away by the magic of his wand's automatic.

Then, he found himself so close to the button of that fire-breathing device.

He pressed it down with the hand that wasn't holding the wand, and the motorcycle erupted in flames, falling downward.

"Hagrid!" Harry shouted desperately as he grabbed his motorcycle, "Hagrid is flying!"

Rumble!

The motorcycle slid to the ground like a falling meteor, and Harry's magic lifted the black mist from Hagrid's body.

Now, he couldn't see anything but the lights that were getting closer.

At the last moment, he turned his head in the air and stared straight into those red eyes, as if they were the last thing he had ever seen in his life.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort vanished, and everything was calm.

Harry looked down and saw Hagrid lying on the ground beneath him like a "big" figure.

Then, he and his motorcycle also fell into a quagmire.

"Hagrid!" Harry struggled to his feet from the mess of metal and leather wreckage, his palms sinking into the mud again.

He couldn't figure out where Voldemort had gone, or why his wand would move on its own to fight off Voldemort.

Harry thought it was incredible, perhaps only Evan would have such powerful magic that he could repel Voldemort's magic.

If Evan knew what Harry was thinking, he would have told Harry that he couldn't do it.

Harry's mother had left behind a blood curse that protected him, an ancient protective charm more powerful than anyone could have imagined, even capable of defeating Lord Voldemort as an evil god.