Most of the miscellaneous soldiers on the field had been cleared, and only the Death Eaters who had already run to the edge of the battlefield to watch the battle were left.

But the faces of Hallie and Voldemort were diametrically opposed.

Voldemort, who had lost a large number of followers and minions, had a rampant and cruel smile on his face, as if he had seen some great joy.

However, the expression on Harley's face, which had just inflicted a lot of damage on the enemy, was not much easier, and she still clenched her wand and waited for it.

"It seems that you chose the third ending and raised this magic to its fullest, Harry Potter."

Voldemort didn't make a move at the first time, but elongated his tone, while waving his wand gracefully,

"I have to say, at this point, you are much better than that old thing Dumbledore."

"If it were him, he would only be merciful and try to keep these werewolves and goblins alive."

"So you'll never reach the heights of Professor Dumbledore in your lifetime." Harley tilted her head and smiled, mocking unceremoniously.

"Huh!" Voldemort glanced at Harley, who seemed to have heard some super funny joke,

"This is more convincing to my Death Eaters than you are."

"When I slaughtered these werewolves and goblins before, I didn't see your men show mercy."

"Guess what...... If I gave this memory to Dumbledore, what would he think of you? ”

Before the words fell, Voldemort suddenly struck the void with his wand,

"That's the, this magic is finally ready, let's get down to dinner!"

In an instant, the otherwise quiet gray-white mist seemed to produce a riot, like a tidal wave.

…………

North Sea, an underground cell deep in Azkaban.

In the deepest cell, Bellatrix Lestrange is carving numbers into the ground with her fingernails to calculate the time spent in captivity and the time Peter Pettigrew escaped.

The other prisoners were also staring against the wall, not moving.

No one spoke, after all, they had been in this ghost place for almost thirteen years.

Everyone has finished talking about the information that can be exchanged and does not need to be kept secret.

Besides, it's been a long time since we've had a full meal. If you have the energy to chat, it is better to save some physical strength, so that you can more comfortably carry the next round of Dementor "meals".

Suddenly, all the Death Eaters opened their eyes, and their faces were filled with a mixture of doubt, surprise, and excitement.

Several Death Eaters even howled, clutching the mark and kneading it.

They felt the call of the mark on their arm, the call of their master.

What's more, it means that the owner is back!

It's a pity that I'm trapped in this hellish place and can't go. Otherwise, this group of Death Eaters would definitely rush over as soon as possible and respectfully lie at Voldemort's feet.

"He's back!" Rodolphus Lestrange was the first to let out an excited roar, "He's finally back!" ”

"We won't be in this place any longer! After all, our hosts ......"

Before he could finish his words, the severed nail slammed into Rodolphus's head.

"Shut up, idiot!" Bellatrix yelled at her husband viciously, not caring about the relationship between the two,

"Don't say a word here! He will have to gather strength before he can come and save us! ”

"Until then, no one is allowed to expose his existence! Don't let the Ministry of Magic be wary! ”

The Death Eaters exchanged a look, all in affirmation of Bellatrix's claim.

Tranquility returned to the cell, and the Death Eaters continued to close their eyes as before, conserving their strength.

Of course, occasionally someone can't stop the corners of their mouths from going up, revealing an excited smile.

But the tranquility didn't last long. Soon, the Death Eaters opened their eyes again.

But this time, instead of an expression of excitement, their faces were full of horror.

Because everyone can clearly feel that something is shaking and struggling underground, as if it wants to break through the ground.

No one knew what was going on, but everyone was praying that it would not be an earthquake.

They didn't believe that the Aurors would rush down the stairs to save themselves in an earthquake, and they didn't want to die in an ordinary earthquake on the eve of their freedom.

Only Bellatrix vaguely thought of something, and there was some uncertainty in his eyes.

At the staircase of the last basement cell of Azkaban Prison, the staircase does not end here.

At one corner, there is also a flight of stairs going down.

However, the staircase was sealed off by the Magic Council that had discovered it with extremely powerful spells and magical items, and no one could go down.

And now, that layer of magic is constantly blooming, as if it wants to seal something.

Underneath the magic, there was a river that was rushing and emitting a grayish-white mist.

Occasionally, a wisp of grayish-white mist inadvertently hits the magic barrier, causing it to squeak overwhelmingly.

…………

At this time, in the cemetery, the endless aura of death instantly burst out, surging towards Harley.

Harley raised her hand to use her extraordinary abilities, but suddenly found that she couldn't lift her hand.

"Hahahaha, do you feel the bondage? Feeling constrained by the rules? ”

Voldemort noticed this detail sharply, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What did you do......" Harley was about to ask, but she had already found the answer on her own,

“…… I see, that's why the parchment in the Goblet of Fire said 'Azkaban Halle Potter' in the first place. ”

"That's right, it looks like you've found out too." Voldemort let out an unbridled laugh,

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, you're going to die anyway!"

"When I was crawling through the wizarding world and growing myself by learning all kinds of knowledge, I also infiltrated Azkaban with forbidden black magic."

"The cells there are divided into above-ground and underground, and the further down you go, the more serious the crime of the prisoner."

"And at the end of the stairs of the last cell in the basement, there is a staircase that is blocked by a combination of various magics."

"I managed to get around that magical blockade and managed to see the scene behind the stairs-"

"That river of darkness and death that radiates boundlessness! It's pitch black, it's full of death, I don't know where it came from or where it's going! ”

"I even saw the hovering and ups and downs of the soul in it! I'm sure it must be the legendary River Styx! ”

"And I learned a lot on that river, and since then I have gone farther on the road of death than anyone else!"

"That legendary river Styx taught me how to live forever! And I will repay him by becoming the new Grim Reaper! Immortal! ”

At this time, Voldemort's eyes were already full of fanaticism, as if he was the most devout fanatic, but also seemed to be the most sinful blasphemous.

"Of the three pieces of parchment that popped out of the Goblet of Fire, the one with 'Azkaban' written on it was my handwriting."

"And the ancient contract of the Goblet of Fire is combined with my curse magic, especially since this curse is also combined with the soul curse I have learned from the constant wail of the unicorn blood against the soul!"

"So you're now intimately connected to Azkaban, and the river beneath Azkaban, from soul to body!"

"With the slightest modification of your magic, you will be dragged down and imprisoned by the power of Azkaban! It's a prison, after all! ”

"So...... Please enjoy the powerlessness of the power of death covering your body little by little! ”

"In the meantime, please feel honored, the great Dark Lord will put your corpse to good use, so that you can go further on the road to immortality!"

"Hallie" didn't answer, just let the gray-white mist envelop her.

The gas spread, eroded little by little, and even burrowed into Hallie's heart.

And in the heart of "Harley", I don't know when there is an extra ring.

The black resurrection stone on the ring was glittering, engulfing the gray-white mist.

At the same time, an invisibility cloak also appeared on the inside of "Harry's" robe, and the invisibility cloak also swallowed the gray-white mist, as if it was competing with the resurrection stone for food.

And "Hallie" seemed to be full of pain and despair, but the corners of her mouth quietly rose upward.

…………

Voldemort was full of anticipation, constantly waving his wand and performing micro-manipulations, trying to accelerate the erosion of the power of death on Harley as much as possible.

And the "Harley" in front of him was also very cooperative with him, constantly screaming miserably.

But Voldemort couldn't figure out why this damn Harry Potter was still standing still.

If it were him, Voldemort felt that even if he had undergone various dark magic transformations, he would have been unable to bear it a long time ago.

Why did Harry Potter appear to be in pain, but not visibly harmed?

Eventually, Voldemort realized that something wasn't quite right, and that something seemed to be wrong.

He immediately made a neat decision to stop the magic and manipulate the power of death to leave Harry.

Wait until you see what is going on before you make your next move.

But something terrified Voldemort when he suddenly lost control of the magic that shrouded the entire cemetery!

Now Voldemort could only watch as the gray-white mist continued to rush desperately towards "Hallie".

"Hallie" stopped wailing, just continued to absorb the mist, and even had time to smile kindly at Voldemort.

Voldemort immediately realized what was happening - his control of magic had been taken away by Harley at some point!

Before he had time to think about it, Voldemort's wand slashed downward.

The pitch-black fire that had been circling around his body for a long time was ordered at the same time, and they tore towards Harley together.

Several dazzling green rays of light also flew out of Voldemort's wand, weaving a large web of life-requisition spells in mid-air, enveloping all the clearing around Harry.

However, "Hallie" didn't even bother to build a defense, and the gray-white mist that poured in only fluctuated for a moment, and it directly consumed Voldemort's magic.

The gray-white mist dissipated, and the original "Harley" could no longer withstand the pressure brought by the flow of the River of Eternal Darkness, and directly collapsed into magical power.

And where she stood, Harley's body was smiling, gently touching the ring on her finger.

"Thank you for the gift, dear Riddle." Hallie nodded at Voldemort with an angry face,

"The magic you laid out in advance was really good, but for now, it's mine."

Voldemort didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't refute it much, and a large area of black flames exploded directly on his body.

In the flames, Voldemort turned into a black mist, wrapped up the serpent named Nagini that was entrenched on the ground not far away, and then flew rapidly in the sky, heading towards the cemetery.

Hallie looked at Voldemort's back in the sky and shook her head.

Senior Riddle, you don't really think you can escape so easily, do you?

The magic mirror rose, and a black light spat out from it in an instant, spanning half the sky and piercing the mist.

"Ah——!h A terrible scream that elongated the end sounded, and the black mist briefly turned into a human form.

Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, but he didn't dare to stop at all, and immediately forcibly turned back into the mist and continued to escape.

As for the big snake, it was even well protected by Voldemort and was not harmed in the slightest.

It's no wonder that Voldemort fled so quickly, after all, the magic prepared in advance in the graveyard was arranged by Voldemort himself, and he naturally knew how powerful it was.

In a one-on-one situation, Voldemort still has the honey to confidently suppress Harry.

But without this magic, Voldemort couldn't guarantee that he would be able to beat the damn Harry Potter.

And Harley didn't do her best to stop Voldemort's escape.

Although if she wanted to, with a slight push on the extraordinary power of the magic mirror, she could use the darkness and secrecy to keep Voldemort from finding a way forward.

Or use the mirror to open the mirror space in advance, waiting for Voldemort to sneak into the mirror himself, or prevent him from escaping.

Voldemort himself did not have the magic to enter and exit the mirror space at will, and there seemed to be no knowledge of it in the wizarding world.

When you get to your home stadium, don't you have the final say on how you want to play with Senior Riddle?

But what's the use?

Not to mention that he hasn't found all the Horcruxes yet, it's hard to kill him completely.

Even if this soul fragment were forcibly destroyed, he would be able to reconstruct his body at other Horcruxes.

Voldemort alone was of great use to Harley.

You know, the silver test tube that Harley gave to Voldemort earlier was not her own blood, but a special liquid mixed with various extraordinary knowledge of the occult and a variety of rare materials.

As for the concept of "blood of the enemy", you only need to add some power from the mythical biomorphism to the blood.

So now, Voldemort's body is equivalent to planting a time bomb.

As long as Harley snapped his fingers, there would be a "boom", causing him to explode directly and turn into beautiful flesh fireworks.

And Hallie can also use this as a foundation to continuously erode Voldemort and affect his thinking to a certain extent.

Even if Voldemort didn't pay much attention to Peter Pettigrew after his resurrection, so that Peter Pettigrew couldn't get more information?

Wouldn't it be more accurate to get the news directly from Voldemort? More convenient?

As for the problem that was discovered...... Harley, who will be promoted to angel tonight, feels that if the angel level can still be discovered by a wizard demigod by spying on other people's memories, then she will not live.

What a loss of angel's face!

Of course, Voldemort can't be allowed to escape so smoothly, otherwise Voldemort himself will probably be suspicious.

Therefore, when Harley escaped, Harley also rewarded him with a piercing attack formed by "Dark Control", and he should have charged Voldemort some interest first.

I hope Senior Riddle will like it.

After cleaning up Senior Riddle, Harley turned to look at the sweaty crowd of Death Eaters at the edge of the cemetery.

……

…… (End of chapter)