At noon, the bright sun finally broke through the thick clouds, and golden threads were projected on the earth through the gaps in the dense clouds, enveloping Harry and Voldemort, who were in a fateful duel.

The Death Eaters thought it was just sunlight. But it soon became clear that it wasn't the case at all!

You shouldn't have disappointed those people, right?

The moment the aurora-like green barrier met the red electric lock, Harry thought wearily that he hadn't wagged his tail at Voldemort and begged for mercy, he hadn't shown a hint of weakness, he had bravely attacked him. He's not a coward, not the same as Peter Pettigrew.

Harry was waiting for death, almost numb, and even, he was a little happy that he could finally see Hermione and Ron again. Hopefully they can wait for themselves and not go too far.

But what's going on?

Harry suddenly found his wand vibrating as if it were electrified, and he gripped it so tightly that he couldn't let it go even if he wanted to—

Harry's eyes widened, he didn't know when, the green light released by Voldemort was gone, the red lightning from the tip of his battle was gone, and what connected him to Voldemort's wand turned into a thin beam of light, an incomparably dazzling gold.

Harry's gaze spread out like a distant distance along the golden beam, and he saw Voldemort's long, pale fingers holding a trembling wand, and the almost transparent serpent's face reflected in the golden light was full of panic.

Then, completely caught off guard, Harry felt his feet leave the ground, as did Voldemort on the other side, his wands still connected by the glittering golden thread. They kept flying up until they were taller than the tallest spruce tree in the cemetery.

The Death Eaters were stunned, shouting and begging Voldemort for instructions, as well as daring men such as Barty Crouch Jr.

He was so worried about Voldemort's safety that he fired the spell at Harry without asking for it, but before the spell could hit Harry, the golden thread between him and Voldemort suddenly broke, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and the golden thread exploded into thousands of finer golden arcs, which formed a net and bounced off Barty's curse.

The Death Eaters were even more overwhelmed by this scene, and Lucius Malfoy watched as his pale face silently changed.

"Don't move!"

Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes grow in astonishment, and he could see that he was equally shocked by what was happening before him. beyond his comprehension of magic.

Suddenly, a fairy music sounded in the air. It emanates from every golden thread of the web of light that vibrates around Harry and Voldemort. Harry could hear it, though he'd only heard it once before. This is the song of the phoenix - Fox!

Don't disconnect!

The music was not only in Harry's ears, but also in his heart. The image of a spirited old man unconsciously appeared in front of him, it was Professor Dumbledore, as if he was here and admonishing him.

Harry hesitated in the face of this voice's request. He knew that the situation seemed to be in his favor, but he was determined to die

As Harry hesitated, his wand vibrated even more violently, and the golden thread connecting him to Voldemort also changed, as if a large light so slid along the light silk, Harry's hand trembled, and the light bead approached his side, and the frequency of his wand trembling intensified.

Harry instinctively clenched his wand, and then he saw that Voldemort seemed relieved by the reduced pressure. This made the anger rise in Harry's heart to win him out!

Harry was ruthless in his heart, no matter what the current win or loss of this alternative duel would lead to, but Harry instinctively sensed that in this duel, he and Voldemort were on par, since this was the case, he couldn't help but win one game first, and then calmly die!

He concentrated all his thoughts, trying to force the orb of light towards Voldemort's side. The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears, his gaze was determined, and he spewed anger slowly, slowly, the light stopped thinking of slipping off his side and slowly began to move towards the other side.

Now, the wand that fell to Voldemort began to tremble violently, and Voldemort looked shocked and scared. This added to the pleasure in Harry's heart, and he focused more on persecuting the light beads.

A bead of light trembled, just inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and still kept approaching.

No matter what would happen to the orb of light when it touched Voldemort's wand, Harry felt that there must be something that Voldemort didn't want to see, he had never done one thing so attentively in his life, and he just wanted to force the orb into Voldemort's wand slowly. The beads of light moved and trembled along the golden threads, and for a moment they connected to the tip of the staff

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain, echoing incessantly, and then, Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise—

The tip of his wand first spewed out a few gray airstreams, I don't know what it meant, but then, a hand formed by thick smoke flew out of the tip of the wand, circled around the top of Voldemort's head twice, and then disappeared

Be. The hand that Voldemort made for Barty Crouch Jr.?

Harry guessed that he thought that was the truth of the matter.

Immediately after, there were several more currents of air for unknown reasons, followed by another terrible scream from his wand.

An object larger than a hand emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, also made of smoke, first the human head, then the arms and body

Harry's eyes widened in astonishment, and he remembered that he had seen this old man, and in his dream, Voldemort and Cleona were plotting something, and this old man had broken in and lost his life.

Finally, the old man's whole body appeared, and he looked at the two men in the battle with a little surprise on crutches, and looked at the wand and the forbidden net that were connected together.

"So, he's really a wizard?" The old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. "This guy killed me. You fight him, boy."

Voldemort's expression returned to horror again, and of course he recognized the Muggle who had died at his hands, but he couldn't comprehend what was happening anyway.

A deceased, reappeared?

And the movement of Voldemort's wand did not end, and the same gray smoke appeared on the head of another person, and this time, it was a woman!

The momentary confusion almost caused Harry to lose his wand, and he quickly steadied it, both arms shaking.

It's Bertha Jorkins.

The incident has been featured several times in the Daily Prophet since the Ministry of Magic confirmed that the employee was missing and not lost, and Harry had seen pictures of the woman in the newspapers!

Bertha Jorkins' ghost stared wide-eyed at the battle in front of her.

"Don't let go!"

Her shout echoed like the old man before her, as if it came from far away,

"Don't let him kill you, Harry, don't let go!"

Wrong!

Harry shouted in his heart.

That's not right!

He could see something, even if he didn't know how this magical scene was based on, but he would make some inferences based on it!

It shouldn't be this way!

Harry's whole body trembled with excitement, and the hatred in his green eyes filled with tears was gone, replaced by hope!

Something is missing!

Harry's heart cried out with reverent prayer!

If his small victory really made Voldemort's wand work the magic on the return visit. That hand. The ghosts of the old man and Bertha Joggins have also appeared, so they should never be missing!

Ron and Hermione!

Their souls didn't appear If Voldemort's wand was really playing back, then the two of them should have appeared before the old man and Bertha Jorkins unless. There is only one possibility.

Harry's gaze fell sharply on the corpses

There's only one possibility, Ron and Hermione aren't dead at all! (End of chapter)