"Hey, hey, the negotiations broke down, and the Savior father and son took the lead in attacking Lord Voldemort......" Voldemort roared in a weird manner while wantonly attacking Lockhart and Cyris, but his eyes were looking at Harry, for fear that he would summon another golden phoenix and destroy his wand.

Although he had brought several wands with him this time, if Harry could still use that kind of magic, the wand would certainly not be enough to destroy.

"Hurry up and tremble, your end is coming!"

"Bah, can't the Dark Lord have some real skills except for shouting some slogans?" Lockhart scoffed loudly, but he was full of doubts, he knew the reason for Voldemort's strong magical power, but why was every one of his attacks so powerful, shouldn't he be the highest explosive wizard in the world with the Elder's wand.

There must be some other dark magic methods that can improve combat effectiveness, if there is a chance to escape or even resurrect, do not hesitate to make yourself like Scrimgeour said, "no one is not a ghost, not a ghost" to become stronger!

"Potter, what about your savior's power, take it out and let me see?" Seeing that Harry was slow to use that golden phoenix, Voldemort became emboldened, and even dared to attack him, "Avada for his life!"

"Ahh

"Harry, be careful!" both young men breathed a sigh of relief, but Cyris screamed in horror as he cast a spell behind Harry.

Voldemort teleported behind Harry like a phantom and cast the Death Curse on him again, but this time, Harry was unable to fully dodge it, and was hit in the back by the Death Curse.

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"Ahh

"No!" Harry's attack made Cyrus' eyes split...... The sight of Voldemort out of the corner of his eye made him frightened and confused.

But Lockhart knew what was going on, and he was overjoyed, and immediately tried to kill Voldemort - whether Harry was dead, whether Voldemort had arranged his resurrection process would be a matter for a moment. Let's kill him and escape today!

But what shocked him happened, Voldemort was still sitting on the ground with his left hand over his head and his eyes closed, but he still raised his arms almost instinctively, and a small snake came out of his sleeve, which flew in the air and quickly grew larger, blocking Lockhart's death curse.

"This can't be!" Lockhart cried out, a brilliant move, but even more shocking was that Nagini hastily blocked the curse and didn't die. Instead, he burrowed back into Voldemort's sleeve. And its owner, Voldemort, opened his eyes and stood up, he actually lost consciousness in an instant just now, what happened?

"Uhh............h I guess he just felt a tingling pain and couldn't stand steadily.

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"Damn!" the red eyes rolled, and Voldemort instantly figured out the cause and effect: Harry was actually his seventh Horcrux, and he - he destroyed that soul!

"Die-" He was so angry that he could no longer pretend to be a master who had everything under control. Wildly launched a range attack.

A violent black mist swept from Voldemort's wand in the impact, instantly blowing Harry several meters away, and Lockhart and Cyris also tried to resist before they were blown away, only Hermione, who had been hiding behind a tree and had been putting a cold gun, was not impacted.

"Die!" Voldemort reappeared behind Lockhart. A blow hit him in the back, and Lockhart's stomach churned, spitting out a mouthful of bloody water, and turning back to fight back. But Voldemort had vanished, and immediately reappeared behind Syresh, repeating his old tricks.

The difference in strength is too great. If you continue like this, you can only be tortured and killed, Lockhart cried in his heart.

"Gildero, it's okay!" Hermione screamed from behind the tree, firing a disarming spell at Voldemort as he attacked Syris, but Voldemort disappeared from her vision again.

Oh no, if Voldemort was trying to kill them in turn, and Hermione would be next, and she wouldn't be able to bear it! Lockhart knew this well and immediately teleported to Hermione's side, blocking Voldemort's attack when he reappeared.

"Gildero!" Seeing Lockhart vomit blood again, fear and worry converged, but Hermione couldn't think of any way, and in the face of the absolute difference in strength, she could only cry out in despair.

But Lockhart was beaten to his senses, and a thought suddenly came into his mind: everyone would be beaten to death like this, and the only way now was to sacrifice himself and force Voldemort to call for Floo reinforcements to cover Hermione and her departure. If that doesn't work, just give her a death curse so that she won't suffer to sin.

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Lockhart was a very realistic man, but he was not a narrow-minded villain - he would not do anything that harmed others but did not benefit himself.

If you can sacrifice others to keep yourself alive, even Hermione or Pandora will be acceptable. In his eyes, martyrdom only exists in fairy tales, and if she dies, won't Hermione have to talk to someone else sooner or later?

However, if sacrificing himself can make the end of all four people die into only one of them, then he is not the kind of villain who has to pull others to accompany him to the funeral.

What's more, he has Horcruxes.

The status quo is clear, and the plan is complete.

There is no time and no need to hesitate. Lockhart's momentum suddenly rose, and he began to use his magic power regardless of his physical limits. The consequence of this is, of course, where the magic rushes through, the body swells up all of a sudden, and the whole person seems to have grown stronger, and if it continues, it can only swell and collapse the flesh - but the effect is also obvious, and he instantly increases his combat power to the level of Voldemort or even higher.

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"Weak, why do you insist on fighting?" Voldemort shook his head disdainfully as he could see at a glance what Lockhart had used, which would be costly but might not last even ten seconds, and still pose no threat to himself.

Voldemort was right, in front of him, even if Lockhart was holding the Elder's wand, he was still as weak as Moody, but he was at least much stronger than those who didn't even have a chance to fight hard!

"Because of the battle, I can still talk to you now, if I don't fight, I'm already dead!" Lockhart yelled to give the answer, "Space Confinement!" Blood and saliva spurted out of his mouth along with the spell, and the powerful magic instantly limited Voldemort's teleportation, and he was forced to stop his phantom movement not far away.

"Hey, that's kind of interesting. The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled, and he laughed angrily, but he didn't make a move, he wanted to see Lockhart explode and die.

"It's even more interesting!" Lockhart waved his wand again, and the clothes on his arm exploded, bursting with a few blood flowers, and the trees around him suddenly seemed to come to life, and a large number of branches stretched out, wrapping around Voldemort, forcing him to set fire to all these branches.

"Crack!" while maintaining the spatial confinement while also unleashing large-scale magic, Lockhart's whole body began to bleed wherever the magic power passed, both inside and outside, and the blood soaked the wizard's robe and every inch of muscle...... Hermione burst into tears.

The ground beneath Voldemort's feet began to crumble rapidly, and he could only expend a lot of mana to force himself into the air in the no-fly zone.

"Let's go!" Lockhart pushed Hermione away and looked at Cyrus. He recovered, recklessly, attacking Voldemort.

"Well, courage, but alas—you don't know anything about power!" Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and began casting the most triumphant spell he had ever perfected. "Avada asks for his life. ”

Lockhart had many ways to deal with this attack, but this time his plan made him have to fight hard: "Avada for his life!"

The two green rays of light collided violently, and emerald sparks splashed in the roar of the air and froze, but one was at ease, and the other was covered in blood. Lockhart barely stood firm, not only spurting blood, but the magic in his body was almost ejecting from the Elder's wand in a jet, but he could still only stalemate with Voldemort, and even weakened, and the route of the magic in his body was almost collapsed, and all his internal organs were about to shatter.

"Die!" Lockhart was desperate to increase the speed of mana output again, and if he couldn't pose a threat to Voldemort, he would die in vain!

The pain was gone, consciousness began to blur, and the bones in his body seemed to fall apart, as if he would fall down and turn into a puddle of mud as soon as he stopped attacking......

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――(To be continued......)