The atmosphere was silent for a while, whether it was Voldemort, the Death Eaters, or the Norse team, at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the huge cloud tower in the center of the cemetery, as if the next moment, a three-headed and six-armed monster was about to be born from it.

In the center of the Ziyao Tower, a crystal-like dazzling outer door appeared, and above the void, a thin and slender figure slowly walked out of the door, out of thin air, a wide black robe, dazzling golden long hair, and indifferent silver eyes, the young man stepped to the ground step by step from mid-air, like a noble king on the throne.

"Augustus!" Voldemort's scarlet eyes carried a touch of jealousy that he had never seen before, and then smiled slightly, "Tonight is a good day, the little friend I haven't seen for three years, come to my birthday party, the noble man stepped on the cheap ground, and the fluffy glow, but it added a lot of color!" ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Augustus's mouth, "Tonight is such a beautiful day, Lord Voldemort has been reborn, it is in line with the will of God, it is worth celebrating, I came all the way from Hogwarts to see your Excellency, on the road of legend, it is too lonely to walk alone, and it is probably an interesting thing to have Dumbledore as a companion, on the magnificent road, to see thousands of landscapes, and learn the truth of skills." ”

Voldemort sighed slightly, "On the road to eternal life, I have gone farther than anyone else, but in fact, it seems that I have put the cart before the horse, and the perseverance to explore the eternal truth of magic, Dumbledore and I, compared to you, I am afraid that it is not as good as you." ”

Augustus waved his hand casually, "No matter what era you are in, stepping into a legend, you have advantages and talents that are difficult for others to achieve in their lifetimes, why should Your Excellency be so humble." ”

Voldemort smiled self-deprecatingly, "Talent is just a flower in the moon mirror in the water, in this world, there are too many talented people, how many people can persist in chasing their dreams." After a slight pause, he then changed his words, "Actually, I can guess a few points about your intention and purpose tonight." This so-called golden boy who is praised by the world, it is also his honor to be able to come in person. I don't mind selling you a favor, but before that, a duel that has been terminated is necessary, and Voldemort has lived a prosperous life, and he is not weaker than others, and it is indeed flawed to lose at the hands of a deceitful person. Tonight, I must put an end to this fifteen-year humiliation with my own hands. ”

"Now, Potter." Voldemort turned to look at Harry, "Raise your wand." ”

With a look of fear on his face, Harry raised his wand tremblingly and looked at Augustus as if he were pleading.

"Turn your face." Voldemort waved his wand impatiently, "Now, your opponent is me!" ”

"Get on your knees, out of your body!" The wand pointed at Potter. Voldemort had a coldness in his eyes.

Suddenly, Harry felt like he was running out of thoughts, the third time in his life that he had felt this way...... How happy, no need to think, he seems to be floating, dreaming.

Kneel, kneel gently, you don't need to think about anything, what a simple thing. A voice whispers softly in the ear**.

I don't, a more powerful voice in the back of his head said, I don't.

"I don't." The words burst out of Harry's mouth and echoed over the cemetery, and the dreamy state suddenly disappeared, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head.

Augustus nodded slightly, in fact, Potter's will is still quite tenacious, forcibly resisting the effect of the Dementor Curse, even if it is an adult wizard, few people can do it.

"You don't say?" Voldemort whispered. "You won't kneel? Well, so, it will make you more sober. Drill the heart and cut the bones! ”

"Except for your weapons." Harry suddenly mustered up courage, with a determination to die and survive.

A purple light shot out of Voldemort's wand, and at the same time a red light erupted from Harry's wand—the two lights met in the air—Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it had been electrified, and he clutched 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 purple, but dazzling gold. Harry looked at the beam in amazement, only to see Voldemort's long, pale fingers holding a trembling wand.

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 intertwine around them, culminating in a dome-like golden web, a cage of light. The Death Eaters were crammed out of their cages like wild dogs, their cries strangely weakened......

"Flashback Charm?" Augustus remembered a magical effect he had read about back then, and his eyes were filled with amazement. Remembering that when Harry first tested the wand, the material of the wand, if it was the same wand heart as Voldemort, so, I am afraid that the duel between Voldemort and Potter was definitely a mistake, and two wands of the same material and the same origin must not meet in a battle.

Suddenly, a burst of fairy music 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.

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 would happen if he did it...... 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......

Augustus opened the Eye of Inquiry, and the light of the legendary spell shone in the magic detection, and the flashback spell was such a rare reflection of the spell that among the many spell effects, the rarity was probably definitely among the top three.

An old man that Harry had only seen in his dreams appeared in the sky, and then another head appeared...... Like a smoky gray avatar, this is a woman...... Harry gripped his wand desperately, his arms shaking. He saw the woman fall to the ground, straightened up like everyone else, and looked ......

Bertha? Jorkins' ghost stared wide-eyed at the fight in front of him.

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...... A tall man with unkempt hair - James? Potter's soul rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand and fell to the ground like his wife, straightening up.