The Transfiguration Charm distorted the creation, condensing into a ladder for him to step on with every step Harry took.

It was an alchemical creation with a power that amazed Geralt.

But Harry was sure that it wouldn't do any harm to Voldemort.

He leaped a few steps overhead.

Beneath him, the ice cracked after sealing Voldemort for less than ten seconds, and finally overwhelmed it, exploding with a thud, intertwining with smoke and rain vapor into a large ethereal cloud.

"Potter, it's useless!" Voldemort looked up and shouted.

Harry didn't speak.

Raise his empty left hand—he never pulled out his sword, and made a handprint, slamming it down.

Ardennes Seal!

Purple light lingered, and runes froze.

Voldemort's mana, which supported him enough to fly, failed, and his body fell heavily towards the ground.

He had difficulty manipulating his body for a while.

With a wave of Harry's wand, the ice cracked, and he shifted his stance and stomped on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort adjusted his magic and asked for the interference of the Adennes Seal, ready to fly again.

Can. This kick.

Throw his body off balance again.

Along with Harry, it slammed to the ground, sending up a puff of smoke.

The magic surged, and the stone python also fell, biting its head and tail, and went around in a circle.

"Albus!" Harry called out.

Dumbledore turned around, and a steel fence had grown on the python's body, and he understood what Harry was trying to do. Geralt rushed to cover and photographed the Alpha Seal, and with the help of the decoction, a huge shockwave overturned the group of people in front of him.

He raised his wand.

Fences grow faster.

By the time Voldemort came to his senses, he was already in a cage, and a huge shadow was cast, and the rain, frost and snow were still dripping through the wide gap.

But that gap is not enough for a person to fly out.

What's more. It's a magical creation.

Dumbledore and Potter's magic.

"Now, it's time for the real battle." Harry looked at Voldemort in a flat tone.

Voldemort smiled coldly: "It's so hard to put so much effort into it, just to let me land?" ”

"At that time, you should have found a way to cast a death curse on me, so that you might be able to kill me."

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat, "Do you still have a soul to speak of?" ”

"Tear yourself apart, and now in your body, is it still yourself?"

"It's useless to tell me these things." Voldemort was unmoved, "Think I'm some kind of person who is struggling because of a little bit of contradictory words?" ”

He watched as Harry pulled out his sword and waved his wand.

The hoarfrost swooped down on him.

The cage was a constraint to him, and it wasn't to Harry.

"I thought you were smart." Voldemort smirked contemptuously, "Didn't you wield that sword stupidly, and it turned out like this?" ”

"A sword?"

"What can you do with just a sword?"

Harry didn't speak, he rolled over to avoid the hoarfrost, and only for a moment did he make contact, and not only did Quinn collapse, but even his armor became weak, and it was almost difficult to maintain it anymore.

It's drawing on magic.

"Potter, you're slowing down." Voldemort scoffed, "Oh no, it's me who got stronger." ”

"See?"

"As time goes on, as I fight, I won't be consumed, I'm only going to get stronger."

He raised his hands.

The monstrous magic surged, almost covering the entire cage.

Harry waved his wand, but the magic was not directed at Voldemort or Hindering White Frost, but at the Weather Charm.

The thunder was louder and the rain was more intense.

He took out the Thunder Elixir and took it down.

Magic boils in the body.

Another golden potion was taken out - it was the Blizzard, Professor Snape's improved potion based on the Elixir.

The world seems to slow down.

The magic was smoother, and Harry's vision changed a little, and he could see the magic more clearly.

In the cage, there are two distinct halves.

A bone-like whiteness, which belonged to Voldemort.

The other strand is its own, pale gold.

It's just that on the level of magic, he is not inferior to Voldemort.

Two potions?

Voldemort scoffed, he had heard Snape mention that Potter always had some unrealistic fantasies, and felt that he wanted to develop his own potions before he became a potions master, and he had to help Potter because of some reasons why Snape was reluctant to speak. However, those potions looked extremely absurd in his eyes, using poison to catalyze the power of medicine, to ordinary wizards, it was simply a clock ringing the countdown to death.

"Potter, it looks like you're cornered." Voldemort whispered.

Harry was expressionless: "Really? ”

He hunched over, and with the strength of his feet, he rushed towards him.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the two strands of hoarfrost struck left and right, like a poisonous snake bite.

But.

Harry only flashed through the gap between the two hoarfrost at an eerie angle, and even the golden shield he had re-put on his body was undamaged.

That golden potion, is it a magic elixir? But it doesn't look like it.

He didn't have time to think.

Harry had stepped in front of him, raising the Gryffindor sword.

Voldemort didn't flicker, he smiled and raised his wand, and was about to recite a spell.

The sword slashed into the body.

"Arvada" has also blurted out.

But he couldn't pronounce the last few syllables, and his voice was terrified: "What did you do?" ”

The body was torn open, and the pain hit.

It's not strong, but it's there.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with horror, and at that moment, Harry adjusted his body, dodged the direction his wand was pointing, and slashed at the heart with another sword, piercing him through the heart.

Another pain.

Voldemort felt his body begin to weaken a little.

None of this affects anything.

But the problem is that they shouldn't be.

Voldemort drove his wand, and the white frost pierced, and he and Harry were buried together.

Harry had to dodge back.

Voldemort took advantage of the situation, fused with the hoarfrost, and flowed to the other side of the prison.

"Your voice is even more frightened." Harry whispered, he raised his sword and set his hands up, "Isn't it a surprise?" ”

Voldemort didn't speak, he stared at the two wounds on his body.

One on the left arm and one on the chest.

It's not fatal, the hoarfrost is converging little by little, but it is difficult to heal itself as quickly as before, and the layer of oil is tiny, but it is firmly and strongly obstructed.

"Plaster?" His voice was amazed and incredulous.

His seemingly invulnerable body was restrained by a small plaster?

Harry flicked his wand, and the clouds swirled as he lunged forward, disappearing into the obstruction of vision.

There was no reply.

Voldemort was more cautious and tried his best to dodge, but the cage was only so big, and after several encounters, it was inevitable that Harry would stab a sword again, poking a hole in the elbow of his right hand.

A hole not much wider than the middle finger.

But it made Voldemort even more panicked.

He really does. There is a way to threaten your own life.

(End of chapter)