Mo Wen spent so long imprisoning Harry, naturally he would not do nothing, he had already left a little material on Harry's body, he wanted to give Voldemort a little plot by surprise, but he didn't expect the harvest to be so big, and he directly solved his Horcrux.

A mist of gas rose from the pitch-black flames, forming a distorted face that looked somewhat similar to Harry's.

The gas roared, and it seemed to be in pain.

Voldemort was stunned, he had been like this for more than ten years, and naturally knew what this situation was, but the question was why did this happen?

At this time, Mo Wen made a move, and his wand pointed at the smoke, "May your soul and blood be one." ”

A mysterious aura appeared on Mo Wen's body, and a massive amount of magic power poured out of Mo Wen's body and poured into the elder's wand.

Wish, one of the most wonderful types of arcane magic, although the effect in the game is to change the state of reality, but now the ability is to allow Mo Wen to bypass spells or some spell casting conditions to directly achieve the desired magic effect.

The smoke representing Harry ignored Voldemort's defenses and burrowed into his body.

"What did you do!" Voldemort was furious.

"It's nothing, just reconcile Harry's soul with yours, and you won't be immortal." Mo Wen's face was a little pale, and he hadn't mastered the wish technique well, after all, this magical spell was not so easy to control. Even if Harry had a connection with Voldemort's soul and body, his spell almost failed, but fortunately, it worked.

In fact, Harry is not dead, unlike in the original books, he is more closely associated with Voldemort, and his soul was injured by the spell, but he is not dead. Voldemort came back to life with his blood, and undoubtedly inherited the magic that Harry's mother protected him, as long as he didn't die, this magic would continue to work, and Harry's soul would not be harmed, Voldemort was equivalent to Harry's alternative Horcruxes, but one was obtained by killing others, and the other was obtained by others voluntarily.

As a result, Mo Wen fell into a strange circle, and if he wanted to kill Voldemort, he had to deal with Harry's soul, because Harry had fused with Voldemort's soul fragments, and if he wanted to destroy Harry's soul, he had to first destroy Voldemort's body and destroy Harry's bloodline.

But how could Voldemort's body be so easy to destroy, and after losing his body, Voldemort would change back to that misty form and escape, so Mo Wen had no choice but to merge the two into one and destroy them together.

Voldemort only felt that there was suddenly another person in his mind, and a stream of memories poured into his head, whether humiliated or hateful, it was a strange feeling, but one thing was the same, and that was the hatred of Guris.

He stared at Mo Wen deadly, and the wand in his hand was raised high.

Mo Wen also raised his wand with a solemn expression.

The people around them fell silent, staring at the scene intensely.

At some point, the sky became hazy, and the clouds kept rolling, as if some disaster was coming.

The two of them started almost at the same time.

The brilliance of magic continued to exchange between the two, the boulder shattered, the earth cracked, and the long sword and poisonous snake composed of magic roamed around, and the figure flickered on the battlefield.

"Die! Go to hell! Voldemort's expression was extremely frenzied, and a virtual figure of Harry seemed to appear around him, and the two figures roared towards Mo Wen together.

And finally-

"Avada suo!"

"Except for your weapons!"

With a loud cannon thud, golden flames erupted from their wands, spells clashing together.

The invisible sound wave whipped up a gust of wind, and everyone's eyes narrowed.

The same spell caused almost the same ending, Voldemort's spell was bounced back, his arms outstretched, the pupils in his scarlet eyes opened and flipped, and he fell to the ground in the most ordinary appearance, his body shrunk together softly, his hands empty, and his snake-like face white and hollow.

Harry's shadow roared and twisted before vanishing.

After a few seconds of silence, as if time had stopped, then the commotion erupted, screams, cheers, shouts emanating from the crowd of onlookers, and the Death Eaters fled, while some began to hunt them down, but many more were there to celebrate.

Hermione and Cho rushed over and hugged Mo Wen, crying bitterly, and Ginny, Fleur, and Luna came to his side.

The clouds were churning even harder, and something seemed to be about to appear in the sky.

Mo Wen gently patted Hermione on the back, softly comforting, enjoying the afterglow of the battle, but his eyes narrowed.

At some point, Crouch and Shimnick had surrounded them with a group of people, including several members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge?" Mo Wen looked at the wand pointed at him and smiled softly.

Several people looked at each other and unconsciously took a step back, the young man in front of him had just finished dealing with the Dark Lord.

Finally, Crouch gritted his teeth and took a step forward, "Gurries, did you kill Dumbledore?" And imprisoned Harry! ”

He tried to make himself look righteous.

"So what?" Mo Wen didn't care, it was over.

Crouch raised his wand, "We're going to arrest you, and while we're grateful to you for dealing with the Dark Lord, what you've done isn't so easy to unwind." ”

"Arrest? Are you sure it's not an on-the-spot kill? "Don't laugh at it.

Shimik took a step forward, "If you want to blame you, you are too good, Guris, now you have such a powerful ability at such a big age, if you don't solve you, in the next hundred years, all our families will live in your shadow, no one dares to take this risk, so don't blame us." ”

Mo asked playfully, "Are you so sure you can get rid of me?" ”

Shimic sneered and asked rhetorically, "After killing so many Death Eaters and fighting Voldemort again, how much magic power do you have now?" ”

Mo Wen raised his head and looked at the sky, "It's a pity, you shouldn't have let me kill him!" ”

"What did you say?" Crouch was stunned.

Shimik snorted disdainfully: "Pretend to be a ghost!" ”

"Do you think you still have a chance to turn the tables?" His smile was particularly hideous.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

In an instant, the sky began to change, a huge and incomparably large phantom of the throne appeared in the sky, the whole heaven and earth seemed to dim all at once, time, space, all the qiē were still, Shimnik's hideous smile stiffened on his face, he stood in place as if petrified, motionless.