Since Voldemort can't be killed by ordinary means, Ivan is ready to give it a try with fierce fire!

He doesn't say that the fire that burns all things and never goes out can destroy this body...

"No!" Voldemort was clearly aware of this, and roared hoarsely, if he was really pushed into the flames, it would be all over.

The body that had been drained of its vitality could no longer squeeze out a trace of potential, and Voldemort had no choice but to use the price of one hand in exchange for a certain amount of self-preservation power.

As his left arm exploded and his flesh was consumed by magic, more black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the shadow of the unicorn made of magic...

It was a contest of magic and time, and although Ivan's magic power had nearly doubled after completing the fusion ritual, it was only double that of the little wizard, and the magic power had already been squandered in several large-scale consumptions.

Voldemort's condition was also half a pound and eight taels, a hole was made in his chest, several ribs were broken, not to mention, and he was so miserable that he needed to scrap an arm to maintain the scale of the black mist.

It's also thanks to Quirrell's body, and Voldemort doesn't feel distressed at all when he uses it... It's just that the unicorn is still pushing its chest against the burning wall, and death is only a matter of time...

Under such a stalemate, it was Ivan who couldn't hold it anymore, and his brain was groggy with repeated magic extractions, and the cells of his body warned him that if he hadn't maintained the overspeed operation mode of the experience card, I am afraid he would have fainted.

After barely holding on for a while, the unicorn composed of white light and shadow gradually dissipated, and had to use the last of its strength to flip the opponent over, causing Voldemort to be knocked into the Mirror of Eris not far away, and even the wand in his hand fell to the side.

Voldemort, however, laughed, for he could even clearly see the unwillingness in the unicorn's red pupils before it dissipated.

"Hahahaha... Or did I win! ”

Voldemort stood up with his only hand and picked up his wand on the ground, and on his withered body, the corners of his mouth were split at the same time by two overlapping faces, and the sound of mad laughter echoed in the wide space.

Just laughing and laughing, Voldemort couldn't laugh out loud, because he noticed that there was no despair or loss on Ivan's face on the other side...

"Harry, don't play dead, get up and smear his face!" Ivan yelled at Harry, who was lying not far from Voldemort, his eyes closed, like a corpse.

In the previous stalemate, when Ivan's magic power was about to run out, he was keenly aware that Harry's body seemed to have moved, so he immediately changed his mind about competing with Voldemort for mana consumption.

Because Ivan knew very well that the black mist might be able to kill him, but it would never kill Harry!

In the midst of Voldemort's incredulous gaze, Harry Potter, who should have been dead in his mind, suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew towards him!

In fact, Harry didn't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead as Ivan thought, but he couldn't move his whole body at all.

After inhaling a large amount of black mist, Harry thought he was dead, and his consciousness fell into a brief coma, but there seemed to be some power in his body to protect him, and he has been resisting the black mist.

It wasn't until Voldemort recovered all the black fog and concentrated on dealing with Ivan that the power that protected him gradually regained a certain level of consciousness and mobility, but his body was still a little paralyzed, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

However, Harry knew very well in his heart that the battle situation had reached the most critical moment, so he forcibly got up and pressed his hands on Voldemort's grotesque snake face according to Ivan's instructions, regardless of his physical weakness!

The withered snake face felt like a rag to the touch, and there was some slippery yellow liquid on it...

The sound of sizzling spread from the place where Harry's palm touched, Voldemort let out a cry of pain, the flesh on his face as if it had been burned by a soldering iron, piece by piece, he kicked Harry to the ground, but he couldn't stop his body from collapsing...

Harry sat down on the ground, staring at Voldemort's miserable condition in a daze, and at the same time looked at his hands in disbelief, he just stepped forward and touched them twice...

Is my hand poisonous...

Harry wondered if he was happy or depressed...

"Broken bones!" Ivan summoned the last shred of his magic and aimed his wand at Voldemort's crumbling body...

I'm sorry, but this head is mine!

Seeing Voldemort's body explode and turn into powder and float in the air, Ivan listened to the sound of the system in his head, and fell to the ground satisfied, without a trace of strength...

Voldemort's black soul roared out of his dusty body and swept away in Ivan's direction.

But before it could be touched, the illusory soul suddenly changed direction and rushed straight out of the room.

The next moment, the dark blue phoenix flew in through the black flames at the door, and a blue shimmer that could soothe people's hearts bloomed all over its body, and it kept wandering and wandering in this room...

Seeing this phoenix, Ivan's heart that had been carrying it finally relaxed, but he still couldn't help but want to curse in his heart...

Dumbledore, you came just in time...

There was a scolding in his heart, but after his spirit relaxed, all kinds of tired emotions also came to his heart, and Ivan stiffened it for a while, and finally fell asleep.

Just as Ivan lost consciousness, Dumbledore's voice sounded slowly at the entrance.

"All curses are over!"

The black flames blocking the doorway gradually extinguished, and this magical power even spread to the large room inside.

The fierce fire, which is said to never be extinguished, cannot avoid the fate of disappearing under this power.

"Professor! Fast! Ivan and Harry are inside—" Hermione couldn't help but rush in as the black flames went out.

Of course, the little witch didn't forget to tug at Dumbledore's sleeve and pull him in, while Ron followed breathlessly.

The three of them walked into this large room, and immediately saw the dilapidated scene inside...

Most of the twelve columns that supported the room were broken, large pieces of rubble were scattered to the ground, and the walls around it were scorching and broken, and there were signs of destruction by powerful spells and a strong stench.

Even Dumbledore didn't expect the battle to be like this, and even though he had seen it through the perspective of the Patronus before he came in, he still felt a little shocked to see this scene with his own eyes.