"No!"

Voldemort let out a roar, which made Harry jump, but Harry was not distracted, on the contrary, Voldemort forced the light bead back in anger.

Naturally, Van Lin also heard Voldemort's roar, but what does this have to do with him, one of them will die between them anyway, Nagini or something, kill it, kill it.

Van Lin shook his head, and he turned his gaze back to the Death Eater.

Now that Nagini is dead, there is no reason for Van Lin to stay here any longer.

Van Lin controlled the fire spell to fall towards the previous spell, just like the combination of oil and fire, whether it was ice and snow or flames, these were all triggered by the magic of Van Lin, with the nature of the fire spell devouring everything, it was not difficult to naturally ignite a piece of ice and snow.

Almost instantly, the original ice and snow world instantly turned into a sea of flames, and I have to say that this is an interesting attempt, and Van Lin has been wondering if he can combine the fire spell with his own magic.

The collision power of the two extreme spells is naturally enormous.

It was as if the entire space had been detonated, and the continuous sound of explosions accompanied by a whirlwind of flames engulfed everything around it in an instant.

These are the effects of the Calendar Fire Spell, and I have to admit that the current magic is almost out of the control of Fan Lin, and the small range of the Calendar Fire Spell Fan Lin can still control it, but such a large range ......

Van Lin narrowed his eyes slightly......

"Well, forget it, it's Voldemort's headache anyway. Van Lin shook his head, he didn't have the ability to take back these magic powers, and the continuous massive extractions made Van Lin's body suffer all the time.

Sure enough, the Philosopher's Stone or something, it's better to use it sparingly......

Unlike Van Lin, Harry seemed to have found a way, but Harry wasn't sure if it would work.

In fact, Harry didn't understand why he did it, and he didn't know what it was for. But he concentrated his energy—he had never done it before—to force the orb of light into Voldemort's wand.

It was a difficult thing to do, but Van Lin alone held back the burden of the Death Eaters......

Slowly, slowly, it moved along the golden pillar of light, it vibrated for a moment, and finally arrived.

For a moment, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain, the sound echoing continuously.

Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise - a smoking hand floated out of the tip of his wand and then vanished - the ghost of Crouch's hand that he had severed.

There were more cries of pain, and something even bigger began to emerge from the top of Foldermott's wand, a large gray thing that looked as if it was made of the most solid and dense smoke...... That's a human head...... Then there are the chest and arms...... It was Percy Zoggins' body.

Harry was astonished, he had seen it in the newspaper, but he didn't understand why......

If Harry let go of his wand in surprise, it would all be over. But instinct kept Harry gripping his wand tightly, and the golden pillar of light remained intact.

Even Percy Zoggins' thick gray soul (is that a soul?) looks hard as solid. All emerged from the end of Voldemort's wand, as if he had squeezed out of a very narrow tunnel.

The figure of Joggins stood up, looked up and down at the golden pillar of light, and spoke.

"Harry, keep it up. Zoggins said.

Her voice seemed to come from afar, echoing in the air.

Harry looked at Voldemort - his big red eyes still showed surprise, he, like Harry, hadn't expected these things to happen. Hazy, Harry could hear the frightened cries of the Death Eaters, and there was no doubt that Vanlin's spell had done them enough damage, and through the mist of light, Harry could clearly feel the cold before and the scorching heat afterward.

There were more cries of pain from the wand, and then something else appeared from top of it—the shadow of another head, followed by arms and other bodies—it was an old man, whom Harry had seen in his dreams, and who was now squeezing himself out of the top of the wand as hard as Percy Moon had just done...... His soul, or his shadow, or something, fell beside Percy Zoggins, observing Harry and Voldemort and the golden web and the wand that was connected by the pillar of light. He leaned against his cane, and did not look very surprised......

"He's a real wizard, isn't he?" said the old man, looking at Foldermott. "It was the man who killed me, child, and defeated him. ”

At this time, another head had already appeared.

The head was gray like a statue, and it was the head of a woman...... Harry saw her fall to the ground and stood up like everyone else, watching. Harry tried his best to hold his wand, but his arms trembled......

"Don't let go!" she cried, her voice echoing through the air like Cedric's, as if coming from afar.

"Don't let him beat you, Harry. Don't let go!" she and the other two dark shadows began to walk along the inside of the golden web wall.

The victims killed by Voldemort circled around the duelist, whispering as they went, words of encouragement to Harry and hissing to Voldemort.

Van Lin couldn't help but put most of his attention on Harry's side, he roughly understood something, and he was expecting something......

The battle outside continued, and the Death Eaters frantically stormed Van Lin's defenses, and Van Lin did not let up, more and more flames turned into a large net, and he had to buy Harry enough time.

At that moment another head appeared in Voldemort's wand, and when Harry saw him, he knew who he would be.

Ever since Percy Zoggins emerged from that wand, Harry seemed to have been waiting for him to appear. He knew who he was going to be, because the man who was going to appear was something he remembered every night.

It was a tall man, with messy hair on a smoky shadow, who fell to the ground like Percy and stood up, looking at Harry. Harry looked back at his father's ghostly face, and his arm shook even more.

"Your mother is coming," he said calmly...... "she wants to see you, and it will be fine soon, hold on." ”

Here she comes...... First her head, then her body...... A young woman with long hair - with Lily. Potter's smoky form emerges from the end of Voldemort's wand.

Like her husband, she fell to the ground and got up.

She approached Harry and looked down at him, her voice the same as everyone else's, as if coming from a distance, echoing constantly, but quietly, so that Voldemort could not hear. Voldemort was surrounded by his victims, his face now angry and terrified.