The remaining Death Eaters chased after Harry and Hagrid, and all sorts of spells came at them. Hedwig screamed and flew swiftly to the Death Eater who had hit the head, clawing out and grabbing the other man's eyes.

"Get out of here, you damn brute. The Death Eater flailed his hands desperately to open Hedwig, but Hedwig attacked with a sharp attack, flapping his wings mercilessly and slapping his cheek many times.

The Death Eaters struggled to maintain their balance, and Hedwig's desperate thrashing left him barely able to hold on from falling off his broomstick. Suddenly, Hedwig's claw hit her left eye, causing the opponent's eyeball to flow out of her socket, and blood gushed out instantly.

At Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater let out a terrible scream, and the broom shook violently, covering his right eye and falling from the broom.

"Hedwig! Ahh

Before Hagrid could ask Harry about the situation, he noticed that there seemed to be a black fog behind him, which targeted the two flashing taillights of Harry's motorcycle, and continued to erode and cover it.

Harry's eyes widened as he felt the pain in his head grow, and then Harry saw him, the man in the black fog, Voldemort flying like smoke in the wind, without a broomstick or a Thestrals, the snake-faced bald head shining in the darkness.

Voldemort's lipsless mouth writhed, and his voice was soft, like a cluster of hissing flames, but it came clearly into Harry's ears: "Harry Poult... The boy who never died... Let's die. ”

Hagrid yelled in horror at odds with his usual style and status as a half-blood giant, and jerked the throttle of the motorcycle, and the huge motorcycle let out a deafening roar and sped forward at a faster speed, Harry leaned on the motorcycle to stabilize himself, and his hands went up to fire the aggressive spells he had mastered at the near-endless black smoke.

The pain of the scar forced Harry's eyes to narrow, and Harry only felt that his mind was full of question marks - how could Voldemort confirm that he was the real Harry.

"Stupid savior... Don't you understand how you were exposed?" "At a glance, Harry, who couldn't do Occlumency, saw through Harry's thoughts, and got closer and closer to Voldemort's snake face, a strange and gloomy smile appeared, "The lightning magic you used to learn last semester at Hogwarts... And the weapon that perfectly reveals your weakness and disgusting so-called conscience... It's an insult to the IQ of my fools... I'm going to let the wizards know that the few times you escaped from me was a complete fluke..."

Black smoke billowed, the glittering serpent's face was getting closer and closer to Harry, Voldemort raised his arm, his pale fingers holding Parkinson's wand, and aimed it at Harry, "Don't turn your back on me, Harry Poult! You have to watch me when I kill you! I want to watch the light disappear from your eyes!"

At this moment, Voldemort's eyes caught eye on Hedwig's snowy owl, and she once again spread her wings and charged at the enemy it identified, its claws stained with the red blood of its previous victim.

Attracted by the attention, Voldemort aimed the tip of his wand at it, and a cruel voice rang out: "Arvada gnaws on a big melon!"

A green light appeared, but suddenly, an equally dazzling red glow flashed in the night between the snowy owl and the killing curse.

The owl screamed.

Harry cried out in pain, "No... No—" He simply couldn't accept this reality, and only felt a sharp heart-rending pain fill his chest.

But almost instantly, a dazzling red glow reappeared next to Harry's motorcycle, and Harry was forced to close his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light dissipated, but Harry choked in pain like his wail.

In the night, a golden and majestic phoenix suddenly fell from the sky, playing its strange music in the night, and Harry heard this music, and his heart seemed to surge with infinite courage: "Anka?"

Anka's pair of glittering golden claws, the sharp claws were grabbing Hedwig's neck, and despite Hedwig's constant flapping of wings, he flew straight towards Harry, and threw the poor owl that had scratched it to him. (Author's note: Rowling said that the moral of writing this paragraph is that Hedwig's death represents Harry's coming of age, the loss of whiteness, and Harry's loss of innocence - but I think our book can keep Harry innocent for a little longer.) ）

"In the Middle Ages, there was a Muggle named St. Hedwig who was dedicated to the education of orphans, and this character also became the patron saint of Silesia - Harry, your Hedwig protected you well. A vague gentle male voice remembered in the hearts of everyone present, "But I'm sorry, Anka usually only hunts with his claws and hasn't saved people, and some don't know the severity..."

"Alan!" Harry and Hagrid called out in surprise, and Alan's presence meant they were safe.

Voldemort's shiny red eyes suddenly looked back, Harry endured his headache, and his eyes also looked behind Voldemort, which was also a churning black fog, covering the sky and the sun, and the black fog continued to erode and cover.

If it weren't for Hedwig now nestled in his arms, Harry would have thought that someone had used the time turner, and this scene would have been a recreation of Voldemort's arrival just now.

Then Harry saw him. The black mist swirled around Ellen's body, and Eren flew like smoke in the wind, without a broomstick or Thestrals, and his handsome pale face fell into Harry's eyes.

Alan's voice was soft, but it was clear to the wizards' ears: "Good evening, Mr. Tom Riddle... Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other in a long time..."

The black mist around Voldemort's body churned, and his red eyes froze ferociously on Allen, and he thought that he would meet Dumbledore at most, and he looked around suspiciously, trying to determine if he had encountered any traps.

"Stupid Dark Lord... Don't you understand what's going on?" As if seeing through the suspicion in Voldemort's heart, Alan's abnormally pale face showed a mocking and disdainful smile, "You don't just want to kill the person you want to kill, but you want to kill an owl... It's an insult to my reflexes...... I want to let the wizards know that a fool of your style is no match for me... Now I'm going to duel with you. ”

"Harris, now that I'm here, I'm already standing in front of you, and you still dare to speak wildly?!" Voldemort roared in Allen's direction, the veins in his bald head began to beat, and the corners of his cold mouth hissed, the voice was clear and high-pitched, "Not only did you talk nonsense on TV at the beginning, but now you are actually issuing conditions to your invincible opponent again?!"

Alan glanced at him contemptuously, did not argue loudly, just calmly drew his wand, raised it to his shoulder, nodded at Voldemort, and made a gesture of inviting Voldemort to a duel with the etiquette of a wizard's duel.

The black smoke around Voldemort's body rolled, but it seemed to calm down a lot after the rage, his vertical pupils flashed, and the wand in his hand tapped in the palm of his hand, Voldemort, who was wrapped in black fog, did not pay attention to Alan behind him, but accelerated and flew towards Harry, and said without looking back, "Then Harris, Potter first, I'll deal with you later." ”

The pale finger raised the wand again... Suddenly a strange cry came from the clouds, and Dumbledore rode through the clouds on the griffon he had casually transformed from garden mud, swooping down with the clouds.

"Tom... I don't know how you got this information, though..."Dumbledore rode the griffon to keep Harry Potter behind him, and said calmly, "It's foolish to be here tonight, and it's clear that your purpose is not destined to be achieved." ”