"It's true that I'm just a student, but that doesn't mean I can't beat you, does it?"

Du Teng said, raising his left hand slightly, revealing the ring on his finger that looked very historical. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The others didn't feel anything, but Voldemort's face changed drastically.

"Where did you get it?"

This ring is none other than Marvolo Gaunt's ring, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, which was supposed to appear in the sixth year of the original book, but because of Duten's relationship, this ring has long been worn on his hand. Usually he uses magic to change the appearance of the ring, so many people have seen the ring, but no one has associated the ring with Voldemort.

Now that he finally saw the main owner, Du Teng naturally showed the appearance of the ring.

"You should know better than me where this ring is, where I got the ring from, don't tell me you don't know."

Du Teng held the wand in his right hand and raised it, the tip of the wand was firmly on the ring, the magic power was hidden, but it was the biggest threat.

"What do you want? Money? Power? Woman? ”

A Horcrux fell into Duten's hands, which Voldemort didn't expect at all, but there was a fragment of his soul inside, and once destroyed, the impact on him would be very serious. In this regard, the Horcrux is far inferior to Du Teng's split soul, and the life and death of other souls after the split soul does not affect the state of the deity, and the soul fragments in the Horcruxes are relatively closely related to the main soul.

Faced with Voldemort's questioning, Duten laughed.

"I'm sorry, none of this stuff is worth anything to me, I just want to look at you and see how powerful the most powerful dark wizard really is...... But now it seems that I am really disappointed. ”

Du Teng said with a smile, and then shook his head, "I originally thought you would be strong, but now it seems that your strength is far less than I thought, it's a pity, you are still too weak." ”

There was silence all around, and everyone looked at Du Teng with the eyes of a fool.

Voldemort is not strong? If Voldemort is not strong, who else is? At that time, almost the entire British wizarding world was notified of the dark wizard, and some people actually said that he was not strong enough! The person who said this was just a student, although he had fought against Voldemort before, and his magic power was indeed no less than Voldemort's, but in this way, Voldemort was not strong, and his courage was big enough.

Voldemort laughed angrily, first looking up and laughing a few times, then jerking his hand.

"Avada suo!"

A green light shot out of Voldemort's wand and shot fiercely at Duten. The smile on Duten's face remained unchanged, and he was about to raise his hand to fight back, when Harry suddenly jumped out from behind him and raised his wand in Voldemort's direction.

The green beam suddenly changed direction and shot at Harry. At the same time, a red light erupted from Harry's wand—two rays of light met in the air—and Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it were 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 green, but dazzling gold. Harry looked at the beam in amazement, only to see Voldemort's long, pale fingers holding a trembling wand.

Then, completely caught off guard, Harry felt his feet leave the ground, and both he and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the flickering golden thread. They flew from the tombstone of Voldemort's father to a clearing without graves, where the Death Eaters shouted for Voldemort's instructions. They tried to follow, but were stopped by the stone wall that Du Ten had suddenly created. The serpent swam behind their feet, and some of them drew their wands.

The golden thread 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, eventually forming a dome's golden net, a cage made of light. The Death Eaters were crammed out of their cages like wild dogs, their cries strangely weakened......

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes widen in astonishment, and he could see that he was shocked by what he saw, and the scorpion tried to break the splintering filaments that connected the two wands. Harry gripped his wand with both hands, the gold threads still connected.

"Don't move without my orders!" Voldemort shouted at the Death Eaters.

Suddenly, a strange 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.

Du Teng looked at the two people with a strange expression, although he had already changed the plot to a different appearance, but the two of them still confronted each other again, just like in the original book.

Duten's thoughts aside, for Harry, the voice represents hope...... It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life...... He felt the song in his heart and not around him...... The voice reminded him of Dumbledore, almost like a friend was talking in his ear......

Don't disconnect!

I know!

Harry said to the music, I know I can't break it...... But as soon as he thought about it, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand vibrated even more violently...... The golden thread that connects him to Voldemort has also changed...... It was as if large orbs of light were gliding along the silk of light - Harry felt the wand in his hand tremble, and the orbs began to slide slowly towards him......

As the first orb of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became piping hot, and he feared it would burn. The closer the orb came closer, the more Harry's wand vibrate.

He thought his wand would not be able to withstand the touch of a bead of light, and his wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hand.

Harry had no choice but to concentrate all his thoughts and try to force the orb of light towards Voldemort. The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears, and his gaze was determined and his anger erupted...... Slowly, slowly, the light bead shuddered and stopped, and then just as slowly began to move towards the other end...... Now it was Voldemort's wand vibrating violently...... Voldemort looked shocked and seemed a little scared......

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 the consequences would be...... 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 thread...... Trembling for a moment...... Connected to the tip of the staff......

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain that echoed endlessly...... Then—Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise—a human hand formed by a cloud of smoke flew out of the tip of the staff and vanished. This is the severed hand he made for Wormtail......

Harry looked at Voldemort...... His red eyes were still staring in surprise...... He was as surprised as Harry...... Harry faintly heard the frightened cries of the Death Eaters as they circled around the edge of the golden web......

Another scream of pain erupted from the wand...... Something came out of the tip of the staff...... A human head made up of smoke again, followed by arms and body...... An old man Harry had only seen in his dreams, squeezed out of his wand like that arm...... The ghost or ghost, or something, landed beside Harry, cane in hand, and looked at Harry and Voldemort in a little surprise, at the wand and the golden web that were connected together......

"So, he's really a wizard?" The old man said, looking at Voldemort, "This guy has killed me...... You fight him, kid ......"

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 Joggins' ghost stared wide-eyed at the battle in front of her.

"Don't let go!" Her shout echoed like an old man's voice, as if it had come from far away.

"Don't let him defeat you, Harry, don't let go!"

She and another ghost began to walk along the inner walls of the golden web, and the Death Eaters ran around the net outside.

The ghost, killed by Voldemort, whispered encouragement to Harry as he walked around the duelist, while gritting his teeth at Voldemort and saying something Harry couldn't hear.

Now another head emerges from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

Harry could tell who she was at a glance, in fact he had been expecting her from the moment the old man's soul came out, and although he didn't know if his guess was accurate, he was still expecting it. Now that this scene has finally come true, he recognizes the other party at a glance, because it is the person he thinks about the most tonight......

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha and stood up and looked at him.

Lily Potter, Harry's mother.

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'll be fine, my son, hold on......"

As her words landed, another soul appeared. First the head, then the body, the soul of a tall, unkempt man, James Potter, rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand and fell to the ground like his wife, straightening up.

He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in an equally distant, reverberating voice, but it was too low for Voldemort to hear—Voldemort turned pale with horror when he saw the man he had killed walking around......

"We can only stay for a short time after the connection is disconnected...... But we'll buy you time...... You must get the portkey, and it will take you back to Hogwarts...... Got it, Harry? ”

"Understood." Harry gasped as his wand slid in his hand as he desperately grabbed it.

"Rest assured, with me here, nothing will happen to Harry."

Du Teng suddenly spoke, and all the ghosts around him looked at him. Then looking at Harry, Harry nodded firmly.

"Trust him, he's my friend, he's strong, he'll protect me." Harry said. He held his wand as hard as he could, his face twisted.

"I believe in you, and I believe in your friends."

Harry's mother smiled and touched Harry's head.

"Withdraw," his father whispered, "get ready to run, and get out now!" ”

"Ahh

Harry shouted, feeling he couldn't hold on any longer, and he flicked his wand upwards. The golden thread was broken, the web of light was gone, and the phoenix's song was gone, but the ghosts of those who had died at Voldemort's hands did not. They surrounded Voldemort and wouldn't let him see Harry—

Harry ran with all his savvy strength, knocking the two stunned Death Eaters aside. Duten followed him, and with a flick of his wand, a dozen stone walls were erected behind him, blocking the Death Eaters' tracks. The spells of the Death Eaters whizzed after him, striking the stone walls - but they were too strong to destroy them, no matter what spell they used. Except that the Avada Spell is able to "dissolve" the stone wall, but this is difficult and requires strong magic to support it.

"Don't let him escape!" He heard Voldemort shout.

The stone walls shattered, and there were still too many Death Eaters. Duten and Harry hurriedly flashed behind a marble angel sculpture, avoiding the red light coming from behind him, only to see the tips of the angel's wings shattered by the spell. He clenched his wand and shook it hard.

"The wind is howling!"

The fierce wind blew the Death Eaters to stagger, and their pursuit stopped.

"There are many obstacles!" Harry fought back, raising his wand over his shoulder, frantically pointing at the Death Eaters chasing behind him, and roaring. With a dull shout, he knew he had stopped at least one, but didn't have time to stop and look. He heard more wands firing behind him. He threw himself to the ground, trying to grab the trophy, but a rain of light swept over his head—

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine! Voldemort screamed.

There was only a tombstone between Harry and Voldemort. He couldn't hold the trophy, his palm was less than ten centimeters away from the trophy, but the ten centimeters became the most difficult ten centimeters.

Voldemort's red eyes glowed in the darkness, and Harry saw his lips contort into a sinister grin and saw him raise his wand.

"Trophies flying!" Du Teng shouted with his wand pointing at the Triumph Cup.

The trophy flew towards him, and he grabbed the handle of the cup as a burst of scorching fire unleashed from the tip of his wand and pounced on Voldemort.

He heard Voldemort scream in rage as he felt a pull under his navel and the portkey worked. He was swept away by a whirlwind of colours, pulling a disgraced Harry and flying towards Hogwarts. (To be continued.) )