Voldemort's eyes were full of longing.

That's what I've been wanting to get the most lately.

"It's going to give you some help, though maybe not as useful as you think." Dumbledore whispered.

Harry shook his head and decisively refused: "No, you can keep it for yourself." ”

"It won't accept me."

The Elder Wand didn't fit him, and even when it was in Harry's hand, he was eager to provoke him.

A formidable opponent

Dumbledore took it back, looked up at Voldemort, and admonished, "Be careful." ”

Voldemort looked at Harry, "That's the Elder Wand, why don't you use it?" ”

"It might give you some small odds of winning."

"I could have killed you, why should I use it?" Harry asked bluntly.

Voldemort stopped talking, just raised his hand and waved his wand a little.

The hoarfrost surged and flew, turning into a huge python and crushing him fiercely.

The body does not move, still floating in the air.

Voldemort would hardly choose to use this spell when fighting others, and he was too far away to appreciate the pleasantly pained, helpless look on their faces when they met him.

But not with Porter.

He had to make sure he was in a safe zone.

A wizard whose melee skills are almost unbeatable

Voldemort looked at him, the corners of his mouth twisting into a hideous smile.

Harry waved his wand.

The surrounding stone pillars twisted and turned into pythons that were a few points bigger than hoarfrost, twisting and turning.

But these giant shape-shifting creations are not used as a help in battle, as in the past, but as a support, allowing themselves to get closer to Voldemort's passage.

He's in heaven.

Stepping on the giant serpent, Harry leaped, even with the physical fitness of a witcher, it was not easy to move freely on an unfixed platform.

What's more, Voldemort wouldn't let him get close to him safely.

The white fire was blazing.

Temperatures drop sharply.

In the thunderstorm and rainstorm, there are large fields of snow and hail.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are the result of Harry's weather spell.

And the rest is brought by hoarfrost.

The rain fell to the ground and condensed into ice, which was even more unfriendly to Harry, and he had to put a little more thought into the shape-shifting creations to make their skin rough and more suitable for him to step on.

From afar, the soldiers who had been ordered by Gail not to participate in the past, as well as Gail himself, were watching the battle from afar.

The giant snake fluttered in the air, and the sound was immense.

A battle between two people, a battle of war.

Wind and snow, fog, and flames, gradually enveloped their battle.

But these magnificent and beautiful things, in battle, hardly have a very good effect.

White frost chases stone pythons.

The effect was only to make Harry's ascent a little harder, but it didn't do any harm, and even little did to hinder him - Harry was a good Seeker, and every house Quidditch team was trying to figure out how to stop him.

The attack of the White Frost Serpent is not much higher than that of the Bludger.

The biggest obstacle is the small spells that are inadvertently cast.

Voldemort flicked his wand.

A hail that fell on the stone python suddenly exploded and turned into a puddle of oil.

Harry summoned the fire and burned it.

Iron chains were created out of thin air, and the snowflakes and hailstones that were not controlled by the weather spell became Voldemort's best help, and he could manipulate these natural phenomena with impunity.

The stone python conjured up his hand, and with a flick of it, the chain was smashed and fell to the ground.

Naturally, it was impossible for Harry to be beaten and not fight back.

The attainment of the Transfiguration Charm, he is no worse than Voldemort.

Ten thousand arrows!

Huge in number, but extremely fine, the arrows shot sharply at Voldemort.

He didn't dodge, he didn't even distract from it, but continued to cast spells on Harry.

The arrow pierced through his body, and it was pierced with holes.

But there was no blood coming out, and there was hoarfrost flowing in his body, which healed in the blink of an eye, and even his clothes were restored.

"Potter, did you see that?" Voldemort whispered.

"You don't have any chance of winning against me."

"When it comes to magic, you're being suppressed by me."

"It's true that I'm no match for you when you're close, but how can mortal iron weapons hurt a true god?"

Harry tilted his head, "I'm confirming a fact now. ”

Voldemort sneered, "Oh? ”

"You're a pervert indeed." Harry was adamant, "No clothes." ”

The robe on his body is also a creature of hoarfrost.

"Potter, at this time, you are still provoking me!" Voldemort's incantation speed increases.

When a powerful spell doesn't make a qualitative leap, it's not a smart idea to choose to use a powerful spell.

Just like at this time.

If he recited the Curse and couldn't hit Harry, the faint explosion effect of the Curse wouldn't even be as good as if he had recited an Explosion Spell.

The two of them, just like the little wizards in the third and fourth grades.

Use those faint spells to change the terrain in the air, test and influence each other.

Smoke Spell, Transfiguration Spell, Lighting Spell

These spells, as if blossoming in their hands, were used in battle in every unimaginable way.

Only occasionally, when Voldemort felt certain certainty, like Harry being caught between two hoarfrost pythons, he would only pronounce "Avada Suo" when he dodged upwards or downwards.

This is his usual dueling technique.

Use spells to force your enemies into situations where they have to endure the Curse head-on.

There are many people who use the death curse.

But he is the only one who can use the death curse as a signboard for many years.

Does not work with Harry.

He always escapes in all sorts of unexpected ways.

Become an Animagus, duck through a narrow crevice, or simply jump off, abandon the path you have already established and choose to start all over again.

Discreet and bold.

Voldemort's heart was heavy, and he knew that he was superior, and he forced Harry to give up again and again.

But the distance between them is getting closer.

It was Harry fighting for

Voldemort looked up.

Huge stone statues fell out of thin air.

He shifted his body, flying and dodging.

Suddenly in my heart. No, it wasn't Harry who was chasing, it was himself who had distanced himself from Harry.

Those Transfiguration Charms couldn't do any damage to themselves, but they did shorten the distance between the two of them again and again, even if it was a centimeter or two.

He can't be allowed to succeed.

Voldemort's hand flickered, and the White Frost pushed him to fly upward.

But. It's late.

Harry had pulled something out of his hat and hurled it at him.

With a bang, it exploded in the air.

Frost spreads.

With a wave of the wand, hail and snowflakes built a straight bridge that was linked to the layer of frost that the bomb had exploded.

(End of chapter)