Harry didn't speak, looking at him quietly.

Voldemort carried his wand: "Geralt, Yennefer, what nice names, they are important to you?" ”

The scarlet light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was full of bewilderment.

"Do you really want to put the hope of resurrecting the two of them into her hands?"

He waved his hand and pointed his wand at the fallen lady: "Can you trust a weak creature like this?" ”

"I used to be as naïve as you were."

"I thought there would be fairies, heroes, and the Danu gods."

"But they're ancient, they're legendary, they're naïve, they're stupid, and I've learned from Vivien that they're just powerful wizards."

"It's a wizard, it's a mortal, and of course, they're going to die."

Voldemort paused, looked at Harry, and said meaningfully: "Potter, this fairy in front of you, she is already dead, and what remains in Avalon is only a mindful body, a moving portrait. ”

"Avalon"

"It's not the Promised Land you imagined."

He waved his hand: "There is no difference between Avalon and Hogwarts, once an area where wizards gathered, ghosts, magical races, wizards lived far away from the mudbloods. ”

"Can Hogwarts save the two people you care about?"

"Think of the same Hogwarts as Avalon."

"I'm different, Potter, you've fought me many times, you've killed me twice, but I'm still alive."

"I, the great Voldemort, have crossed death, I am above death, and according to these ancient wizards, I am now enough to be called the Grim Reaper, why not try to believe me?"

"I could have resurrected them."

"We can be friends."

"Dumbledore will only restrain you."

"I'm different, you're more talented than me, you can walk the same path as me"

His words sounded sincere and earnest.

Harry nodded, thoughtful, "So you're hooking up with an old woman again?" ”

Voldemort's face froze.

"Do you have a habit of this?" Harry looked at him and chuckled, "Again, how many are these?" ”

"Potter! I'm very sincere with you," Voldemort gritted his teeth.

Harry waved his wand, "You always like to try. ”

"You want to try to convince me with something unrealistic, when my brain is bad, now my brain is a little better."

The dummy in the corner rattled, sword in hand, and rushed towards Voldemort.

Harry drew his serpent sword.

Run for Voldemort.

"Potter, you're asking for your own trouble." Voldemort's face was completely cold, but his body was honest, and his wand was raised.

Boom -

The stele exploded, and he turned into a puff of black smoke and flew out through the gap.

Fighting Potter in a tight space was too bad, he had already eaten once, and it was impossible to eat a second time.

Harry chased after him, and with a touch of his hand into the sorting hat, a golden light slammed down on the woman's head.

The lady covered her head and looked around her, where the golden apple lay beside her.

She hurriedly grabbed it and held it tightly in her hand.

"Avalon is going to have a new lease of life." She whispered, struggling to get up, the Mind Curse tormenting her, the pain lingering.

On an island in the middle of the lake.

"Potter." Voldemort flew in the air, looking arrogant, "Your biggest mistake is that you don't want to be friends with me." ”

He raised his wand aloft and shot out a huge black mark.

The Death Eaters, in Avalon, were attracted and turned into black smoke, and they could not fly so long as their master, and when they fell to the water, one of them conjured up a huge stone platform, on which they stood steadily.

The rancid smell became more pronounced than Harry had seen them before, his face was even paler, his life had been drained, and the smell of rancid was even more pronounced.

The aura of magic on their bodies also thickened.

Same as the night of the Triwizard Tournament, only more dangerous.

He waved his wand, and the fire rolled up.

A white light poured out of the huge apple tree on the island in the middle of the lake and fell beside Harry, and before it could stop Harry, Harry said, "Go back, protect Geralt and Yennefer, and they will be resurrected later." ”

The white light immediately flew back.

The unicorn landed next to the two people, and the spiral-shaped horns emitted a white light, and time and space were blocked out of this circle of light.

Voldemort was cautious.

He floated in the air, casting spells and transfiguration spells to harass Harry, and the Death Eaters pounced on Harry at any cost.

Burning their own life force, coupled with Voldemort's gift, they became powerful.

Stronger than the Professor, a little worse than the Professor, not very strong, but superior in numbers, and not afraid of being hurt, take the initiative to face Harry's sword and spells, even with his hands, with his hands, with his teeth, to restrain his movements.

And it's hard to kill.

When they came to Avalon, they were transformed into flesh and blood, like Dementors, cutting off their arms, and a puff of black smoke came and grew again.

This kind of enemy that can't be killed and has almost infinite physical strength is the most headache.

The battle is scorching.

Voldemort raised his wand, his eyes rolling rapidly, and he recorded all of Harry's fighting styles, thoughts and responses, and cast spells to consolidate and strengthen his memory.

On an island in the middle of the lake.

Suddenly, a breeze blew out, causing the water on the lake to ripple, and there was a different feeling, as if spring was coming.

The apple trees, rustling, one by one pale pink flower bones appeared, and another gust of wind, these flower bones were blown open, blooming five-petal white flowers, revealing bright yellow stamens, the third gust of wind blew, it was still a breeze, but there was some hot breath in the wind, summer arrived.

The flowers withered, fluttered all over the ground, or splashed into the lake.

The fruit bears fruit.

Blink from green to red.

On an island in the middle of the lake.

The two statue-like figures gradually began to breathe.

Geralt slowly opened his eyes, and he saw the leaves above him, the sunlight dappling through the cracks, gilded with a layer of gold leaf, and the apples that were full of branches.

He reached out and shook it lightly, taking a greedy breath.

There was still pain in my body, and when I looked down, half of my body was bandaged, and I couldn't imagine that I could survive such an injury.

"Lie quietly, my dear." A familiar female voice came from beside her, "Lie down, don't move, you still have injuries on your body." ”

"Where are we, Ye?" Geralt tilted his head, and beside him was a familiar, hot lady.

"Does it matter? We're together, you and me. Yennefer replied softly, and she turned her head to meet Geralt's eyes.

The eyes of the two men intertwined, almost glued together.

"I remember, we were in a small boat with Ciri." Geralt struggled to recall, "Driving on lakes, rivers, and fog. ”

"Where's Ciri?"

He asked one last question.

Ye Naifa shook his head: "She's gone." ”

Geralt sighed, "I'm curious to know where I am. "He had a not-so-good idea.

Yennefer was the same as him, but held his hand tightly: "It doesn't matter, dear, I'll be with you, it doesn't matter what happens, it doesn't matter where we are, now I'm with you, I won't again."

She whispered, solemn and sacred.

"I'm sorry, though it's not good to interrupt you when you're in love." A clear male voice came, "But I think it's important for you to know what's going on, and it's important for you to know where you are." ”

The two men looked up and saw the familiar face.

"Harry, why are you here?" Geralt was stunned, a little surprised.

Yennefer was also incredulous.

Harry threw several bottles of potions, a suit of leather armor, and a longsword into the Sorting Hat, "We'll talk about that later." ”

"Geralt, I really hope you haven't forgotten your fighting skills after losing your hearing and senses."

He waved his wand.

The Transfiguration Charm turns, and an apple falls, turning into a hard stone wall, only to be shattered by the Spell.

"See?" Harry's face was expressionless, "I was collecting your corpses just now, but if you continue to grind, you and I will go down, I'm afraid you will have to deal with the aftermath for me." ”

He took his sword and sprang out again.

"When will Harry be able to use magic?" Ye Naifa was a little surprised, "It's still such a profound transformation magic. ”

Geralt shook his head, opened a bottle of potion, and sniffed slightly: "How do I know." ”

"A potion to heal injuries?"

"It smells like a medicinal soup that ordinary people drink."

But he didn't hesitate, he immediately took it, and a warm current slid down his throat and fell to the stomach pouch, and almost instantly, this warm current spread to the whole body, with a tingling feeling.

Geralt sensed the change in his body, and he was surprised to peel off the bandage, and the wound that had been hideous and fatal was now only a shallow layer of minor wounds.

He picked up the second bottle of the potion, and after unscrewing the cap, "It's like a thunder potion." ”

"But it's different."

He didn't hesitate to take this strange potion directly.

Majestic magic and strong medicinal properties fiercely washed over his body.

"Hey, that's tough." Geralt took a deep breath, rubbed his bruised temples, and picked up the leather armor.

"It stinks." He frowned, muttering displeasure, "Harry hasn't washed this armor, oh my god, like he just got out of the pigsty." ”

He was disgusted, but he put on his somewhat tight armor, picked up his sword, put on a shield of Quinn, and ran to Harry.

The withered, wicked creatures scared him.

"Harry, I've never seen anything like this." Geralt drew his sword, looked up at the man flying in the sky, and dodged the green light he was shooting from.

"We'll wait until we get the trouble resolved." Harry slashed through the approaching group with a single sword, and as they regrouped, he waved his wand with his other hand, stretching the stone platform on the water, "Yennefer, see if there is any magic that can work on these creatures." ”

Without saying a word, Yennefer threw a burst of flame, grazed Harry's ear, and smashed it on the Death Eaters.

"It's useless, Aunt Yennefer." Harry shook his head.

(End of chapter)