Out of the dark shadows came a tall, thin wizard with a long silver-white beard, wearing a black traveling cloak and a pair of black boots.

Face the wand that countless attacks on Owen.

Dumbledore's apparition instantly shifted behind him, the Elder Wand pointed in the air, and a huge rose-shaped stand reappeared.

After dispelling all the spells, he waved his wand again.

In the shadows, the collapsed stone bridge seemed to be resurrected, and the stones turned into devouring beasts, swallowing the Death Eaters on the broken bridge one by one, and nailing them to the ground.

On the other side, Voldemort once again threw a killing curse at Owen.

This time, the strange wizard stood in front of Owen, like a wand like a withered branch, lit up with an edelweiss-like magical light.

"Sanchez Force Field !!"

Airplanes~~~

The man looked haughtily at the crazy young man.

His cold heterochromatic pupils flickered with the aftermath of a powerhouse belonging to a great era.

Cold and deadly.

Brutal and full of charm.

"Grindelwald !!" Once again, the killing curse was deflected Voldemort's frenzied scream, his bloodthirsty gaze constantly scanning Owen and Grindelwald.

That gaze is eager to devour them alive.

And at this time, Owen is happily sandwiched between two of the greatest wizards in the world today.

But when Dumbledore pulled his gaze away from the wizards who had suddenly appeared, and turned around, his blue eyes falling on Grindelwald.

Owen felt a little confused, and the big light bulb was a bit exaggerated.

His grandfather seemed to feel the eyes behind him.

After glancing at Voldemort with disdain, he turned around as well.

The two of them just stood like this, as if all words were silent.

Uh-Owen wanted to sing a song at this time: Ah~ It's obviously a movie for three people, but I can't have a name.

All right~

It's time for me to get out of the game.

"You're a little tired from looking." In the end, it was Grindelwald who broke the silence and said calmly.

"Yes, somewhat, this time." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth unconsciously raised and quickly retreated, and in the blue eyes behind the half-moon eyes, there was a look of nostalgia and sadness.

Soon he broke free from the response.

Because of Grindelwald in front of him, he was also very tired to watch.

Even, even more tired than him!

"Gellert!" Dumbledore called out, and he could guess from the news everywhere that his old friend was running around the world.

The old headmaster was a little unclear about what trouble he was in or what he was planning.

If it's the former, then he's willing to contribute.

If it's the latter.

Then, it's time for him to get Newt back.

Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other.

But it gave a single dog on the side of the road a heavy blow to the heart.

Voldemort glared angrily, he felt humiliated.

He flailed his wand frantically, and the terrible spell rained down on the two of them.

It's like a child who wants to attract the attention of adults.

And the two greatest wizards in the world naturally didn't get used to him, and the battle quickly changed from one-on-one to two-on-one.

Next.

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The scene was brutal.

A couple mixed doubles, causing not only tons of magical damage to Voldemort, but also irreparable mental damage.

And on the other side, the inside of the castle.

The little wizards who watched this wizard century duel craned their necks one by one, wanting to imprint this scene in their minds.

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort.

These three names almost symbolize some of the most powerful wizards in the world today.

A duel between them.

I don't see it once in a hundred years.

However, compared to other little wizards, there was a little excitement.

Harry's face turned pale.

He felt like his head was going to explode. His scars had never hurt so much.

Harry gasped, his heart pounding.

A strange, terrifying thought crept into his skull.

When he looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald, there was boundless anger and resentment in his heart.

He was startled, and didn't understand why he thought the way he did.

It's as if he's fighting against those two great wizards.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Hermione was the first to notice his anomaly.

Harry's cheeks were covered with fine sweat, beads of sweat on his forehead dripping down his cheeks, and his face was pale, his whole body was convulsing, and he looked extremely weak.

Hermione thought he was going to pass out.

"No—" he said, "I don't know. ”

"My scars hurt so much! It has never hurt so much as it does now. ”

"Would you like to go see Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione thought he was sick.

It should be a fever, and she knows how uncomfortable her head is when she has a fever.

She prepared a whole bunch of pick-me-ups for this.

Of course, these potions are actually what she uses to stay up late.

"Nope! I can't leave! Harry shuddered, his body wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"I should have gone up up and helped! He- killed my parents, I want to avenge them, I want to. He watched as Sirius, along with Moody and Professor McGonagall, dealing with the remnants of the Death Eaters.

Every time a strip crossed Sirius's side, his heart tugged at him.

He was so scared, he was afraid that Sirius would die here today, and even more afraid that his companion would be injured.

A restless spirit tormented him, forcing Harry to do something!

"No~ Harry, he's crazy, that's a mysterious man, it's Voldemort. And we can't beat the mad Death Eaters! Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Harry, although Gryffindor didn't have a lot of brains most of the time, but at this time, don't mess up Dumbledore and them.

"You're wrong Hermione!" Harry covered his scar with one hand and his wand in the other, "Maybe we can't beat Voldemort now, but what about his minions!" ”

"I see it, and they'll do that magic too, it's not a big deal, just dodge the killing curse. They weren't as intense as the training Irving gave me. Harry swore solemnly.

The heat burned his sanity.

Harry Potter was reluctant to hide behind the oak doors of Hogwarts.

Gryffindor, like a proud knight.

Even if it is regarded as Don Quixote!

The great Gryffindor was never afraid of sacrifice!

Death does not belong to Gryffindor!!

“？？？”

Hermione looked trembling?

Where did you get the confidence that the Death Eaters couldn't compare to Owen!

Although—they seemed, they did use the spell back and forth like that, and they couldn't really see how powerful they were without the unforgivable curse, but after all, they were dark wizards who had fought countless bloody battles, and they were not comparable to their group of young wizards who spent their days fighting in school.

"Harry~" she shouted.

He was just about to say something, but he was interrupted by Harry.

"Ron, what do you say!" Harry turned to look at Ron on the other side.

"Me?" Little Ron looked afraid.

Harry and Hermione were both born in the Muggle world, and they didn't have the fear of Voldemort growing up.

Is there any wizard born in the wizarding world who is really not afraid of Voldemort?

Aside from Dumbledore?

"Like a man, Ron!!" Harry scolded loudly.

The dodge in Ron's eyes just now made him feel angry.

What a shame for Gryffindor.

"But that's a mystery man. I~"

"the mystery man." Harry, who was tormented by multiple mental tortures, suddenly lost control of his emotions, his eyes glared, and the same scarlet light flashed in his eyes like Voldemort, "You are an executioner, a murderer, a coward, if he is really as fearless as he said, why don't you dare to face Dumbledore." ”

"Why is he so afraid of death!"

Harry gasped.

Then he said with a firm look in his eyes: "And I, I have never been afraid of death, and when I was in the first grade, I was already not afraid!" ”

Say it! He mustered up courage, raised his wand, and was the first to jump out of the gap in the oak door.

Shouted loudly: "I want to avenge my parents!! ”

Then a scarlet spell swung out from the tip of his wand, "Remove your weapon!" ”

"Avada Lives !!"

Voldemort, who was battling Dumbledore and Grindelwald, had already noticed Harry, and the moment he fired the disarming charm.

He also uses the Killing Curse!

Then the two rays of light met in the air.

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

Harry's wand vibrated as if it had been electrified, and he gripped it so tightly that he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to, a thin beam of light connecting the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.

Harry looked at the beam in amazement, only to see Voldemort's long, pale fingers holding a trembling wand.

Then, completely caught off guard, Harry felt his feet leave the ground, and both he and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the flickering golden thread.

"What's going on?"

The little wizards watched in amazement.

It was Harry Potter - he was facing off against Voldemort.

This.

How is this possible!

"Harry!" Hermione rushed out desperately.

She held her wand, trying to interrupt or save Harry from floating in the air.

But before the wand could be raised, a stop sounded, "Wait, Miss Granger." ”

It was Dumbledore, his half-moon-shaped glasses, and he exuded wisdom.

It was only for a split second that he could see through the essence of the spell.

Flashback Spell!

"That kid, he was destined to be the hero who defeated Voldemort." Grindelwald said lightly.

In the heterochromic pupils, a few fragments of the future flashed.

As a prophet, he had already seen everything.

If it weren't for the invisible entanglement with Dumbledore, he shouldn't have been.

"yes, this is what happened to Tom since he foolishly chose the Potters thirteen years ago." Dumbledore said flatly.

And above the sky.

The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly cracked, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort.

Arcs of light intertwine around them, eventually forming a dome's golden net, a cage made of light.

Harry could see the look of consternation in Voldemort's red eyes.

He is not much different from him.

He was also shocked by the scene.

At that moment, there was a sudden burst of fairy music that emanated from every thread of the web of light that vibrated around Harry and Voldemort.

Harry could tell it was an elegy for the phoenix.

In Europe, the legend of the phoenix has always been passed down on this continent.

The story of Nirvana's rebirth in the flames symbolizes the next stage of life and the rebirth.

The next second, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain.

The echo continued, and then—in his scarlet, startled eyes, a man of smoke pulled out his wand.

Next came many people.

Very many people.

In the smoke, first the head is formed, then the arms, then the body.

Smoke of the soul kept coming out of Voldemort's wand.

Until, a young woman with long hair appeared, with a striking appearance and gentle eyes, and Harry knew who it was just by looking at her.

"Mom~" Harry looked at his mother's face, his arms trembling violently.

"Harry—" Lily whispered his name, and then, with a gentleness far beyond the ordinary, "you've grown up." ”

Then out of the wand came a tall, shaggy man.

James Potter.

He fell to the ground gently like his wife.

"James?!"

On one side, Sirius, who was battling the Death Eaters, looked back at the man in disbelief.

It was exactly the same as the friend he remembered.

"You're back?" His voice trembled slightly.

After dodging a petrification spell, he immediately rushed over.

He was even more excited than Harry.

Red eyes, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

It's just that his hug didn't get a response, but went straight through.

It's cold, it's cold.

It's like walking through a ghost in a castle.

"I'm sorry~" Sirius was stunned at first, and then began to apologize non-stop, "I'm too arrogant, I'm too conceited, I shouldn't have let Peter's bastard become your secret, it's all my fault." ”

"You know, I'm not going to blame you for that." Jaime looked at his old friend, and his face was also moved.

They are best friends.

They were so close that he met him on his first day at Hogwarts.

"Take care of him, take care of Harry, Sirius." He said slowly, then turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Stop him."

Voldemort roared wildly.

"Please."

"I will." The old headmaster nodded solemnly.

Then Harry reached his limit, and the golden thread suddenly broke.

Then, in an instant, all the ghosts present poured into Voldemort's body.

In their lifetimes, they were either trampled to death by humble means or heroically resisted.

Or they don't know why they're being killed, some souls just don't belong to wizards, but to Muggles.

But this moment. No one was afraid of him anymore.

No one is afraid of Voldemort.

After death, everyone regained their bravery.

"Get out of here!"

Voldemort, obscured by ghostly smoke, roared wildly.

But that doesn't help.

Eventually, he had to cast a terrible spell and run away once again.

In the snowflakes of the night, there was no trace of him.

(End of chapter)