Harry's information is indeed valuable, and it seems that Voldemort is determined to use that magic to transform himself into an evil god!

Once successful, he will no longer be a human wizard himself, and will naturally no longer need any wands as a weapon. The monster's body itself is a weapon, not an evil god body disintegrated by Salazar Slytherin, nor a demon projection of the main body under the seal, but a complete evil god, a powerful monster incarnated by Voldemort.

If Voldemort's magic can't be stopped, then this will be the enemy that Evan and they will need to face.

As for the secret of the Elder Wand, Aven was not too worried, that wand was indeed powerful, but its owner was not Voldemort.

Only the true master can use the strongest wand.

Voldemort didn't know this, he couldn't use the power of the Elder Wand, and if he used it, he would even be counterattacked.

"We have to do something. Harry concluded, "Voldemort must be stopped. ”

'From tonight's situation, we can't fight him head-on. "We're going to go according to what we planned." ”

"When will we start acting? I can't wait any longer, I think we can ...... first."

"First, you're going to cut ties with him, Harry!" Hermione said stubbornly, glaring at him menacingly, "Otherwise, you won't be able to go anywhere, just stay here and be protected by the Order of the Phoenix, we don't want you to just leave the Burrow and be sensed by Voldemort because of that scar." ”

"I'll try to close my brain, Hermione, there won't be a next time!" Harry didn't make eye contact with Hermione.

At this moment, Gabrielle suddenly jumped up from the bed and screamed, she pointed out the window and shouted, "Look, my sister is back!"

Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a Thestrals appear in the sky and land in the courtyard.

Bill and Fleur slipped off Thestrals' backs, their hair tousled from the wind, but they weren't hurt.

Finally, everyone who participated in tonight's operation returned, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

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In the darkness, Ron stood alone, unable to move an inch.

"Harry, Mad-Eye, Sirius, Aven!" shouted Ron, cursing after a long time of no response.

He didn't know where he was or why he was here.

He clearly remembered his involvement in Harry's transfer, and working with Moody to break out of the Death Eaters' encirclement.

But before he could rejoice, he saw Voldemort appear behind him out of thin air, getting closer and closer to him.

Ron shuddered at the thought of Voldemort's terrifying face.

He remembered that he was surrounded by a black mist controlled by Voldemort, and then he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he appeared here alone.

Ron shouted everyone's names again, still unanswered.

"Damn it, I—my wand!"

He fumbled with his hand in his arms, and then, delighted, found that the wand was still on his body, and hurriedly pulled it out and shouted, "Fluorescent flickering." ”

A faint glow dispelled the darkness, and Ron finally saw the space he was in.

He was standing in a stone room, a little familiar, as if it were a ...... The temple of the centaurs!

That's right, definitely the Temple of the Moon.

In third year, he had been there with Sirius, Avan, Harry, and Hermione.

Ron remembers very well that they had gone to the top of the temple to attend the test left by Godric Gryffindor.

In that vision, he saw thousands of eight-eyed spiders lunging towards him, a nightmare he would never forget.

Even though he knew it was an illusion, Ron broke down at the time, failed the test, and missed the opportunity to get the Gryffindor Magic Stone.

That philosopher's stone had a powerful magical power, and it was with it that Evan was able to distance himself from them little by little.

Ron lost count of how many times he had dreamed of that night in the past few years, dreaming that he had returned to the Moon Temple, that he had passed the Gryffindor test of courage and had obtained the Philosopher's Stone, so he was very familiar with this place, and when he saw the stone carvings on the surrounding walls, he remembered the Moon Temple.

"Is this a dream?!" muttered Ron.

Yes, it must have been a dream, otherwise there would be no explanation why he suddenly appeared in this place.

However, this dream seems to be different from usual, in previous dreams, there is no need for Ron to use his wand to cast any fluorescent spells.

In those dreams, he could see his surroundings clearly.

When Ron walked out of the room following the route he remembered, he immediately stopped, and he saw that the floor was stained with dark red liquid.

It's blood!

No, it can't be, maybe it's just a pigment.

Ron shuddered forward, tonight's dream centaur temple was particularly eerie.

He made his way to the top, and his surroundings were so quiet that they were depressing.

The most terrifying thing is that the surrounding walls and ground, which were still dotted with blood stains at first, soon appeared in large areas and large areas.

Moving on, slimy blood stains soaked almost the entire building.

They flow down the cracks in the temple and down from above.

The pungent smell came at him, and it was useless for Ron to deceive himself.

He wanted to go back, but the road behind him was gone, and the deep darkness of the corridor was like a monster's mouth, choosing people to eat.

Ron was a little broken, his instincts telling him that if he went back he would die, and his only option was to move on.

He ran forward quickly, ignoring the slimy blood.

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's all fake. Ron kept muttering.

Finally, he came to the top of the dark temple.

He had expected to see a huge square, towering statues of centaurs, and a sky full of stars, as had been the case in previous dreams, but this time, all he saw was corpses, mountains of corpses, towering into the sky, and the dead men with pale skin all stared at him with hollow eyes.

These corpses are the source of the blood that I just saw.

In the sky, a large black mark replaced the stars, and the green skeleton glowed a faint green.

Seeing this, Ron suddenly lost his strength and sat down on the ground.

He felt that he was about to faint, but his consciousness was extraordinarily clear.

"You're finally here!" said a cold voice, "the Chosen One!"

"Who—who's talking to me?" Ron shouted with all his strength.

"It's me, great Voldemort!" a figure emerged from the mountain of corpses in the darkness and walked over to Ron, "You may or may not know me, but it doesn't matter, one day, you'll remember this name, the one that makes all wizards shudder." ”

Through the faint green glow, Ron could see clearly that it was Voldemort, the young Tom Riddle, who was walking towards him!