Time passed little by little.
The trio looked anxious and restless as Harry stared at the flames burning in the fireplace, expecting it to suddenly change colour and a wizard to emerge from it and tell them what had happened. Or send a Patronus to deliver a message. ... But nothing happened.
The wood crackled and the atmosphere in the office became dull and depressing. Harry thought it might be due to the high temperature - it is late July, August will be here soon, and not many people would choose this time to light up the fireplace.
He needed a thermostatic locket ... Harry wondered as he sat on the edge of his seat, but then a deeper concern weighed on him, and he couldn't restrain the thoughts that popped into his head ... he had handed over his hair personally and agreed to the plan, and if Sirius died because of it, it is entirely caused by his hands.
Just then, the flames in the fireplace suddenly sprang up, to the height of a man, and the colour changed to emerald green, as a figure swirled and appeared.
It is Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Harry's heart thumped, he heard a suppressed squeal next to him, but he could not distinguish whether it was from Ron or Hermione, the flames had returned to reddish-orange colour, which meant that there is no one behind, Harry's heart tugged.
Where is Sirius? Where is Ms. Bones? He mentally yelled.
"What's the situation?" Felix rose from the couch, the coin he had been playing with clenched in his fist.
"It went okay," Kingsley said, with a sweaty face and messy clothes, with plenty of gray-brown mud rubbed on them, like he had been playing in the mud. "Caught two Death Eaters, the escapees, Macnair and Rookwood - Augustus Rookwood."
"What about Voldemort, he didn't show up?" Felix asked with a frown.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione held their breath and looked blearily at Kingsley, who shook his head, looking confused and puzzled, "Didn't meet him. In fact, there were only these two Death Eaters, the rest were a motley bunch - Dementors, a couple of werewolves and vampires, and some dark wizard from somewhere ... Bones think they were under an Imperius Curse."
"So Voldemort was just testing the waters? He hid in the shadows and watched?" Felix muttered to himself, not really satisfied with the result.
"I suppose so." Kingsley panted, "There were a lot of cannon fodder, a swarm of them came up and intimidated us, and I wondered when Death Eaters got so brave ... casualties occurred at that time-- "
"Casualties?" Hermione breathed in and asked.
"Oh, no one died," Kingsley explained, "a few were wounded, not life-threatening - I will continue, the two Death Eaters stood back, they seemed to be purely trying to finish the job of testing us as they hide behind and fired spells, Sirius and Bones worked together to take one down, as for the other one ... I guess Dumbledore secretly took a shot."
Felix almost sorted out the whole process.
"What about Sirius, where is he now?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"With Bones, I came back alone to report, and bring some men over to bring back the prisoners, er, of course - to call Healers." Kingsley said, turning to look at Felix, "Mr. Hap, this operation has barely met the expectation, you can leave with the children next, Mrs. Weasley is accommodated in Arthur's office."
Felix nodded in silence. Then Kingsley hurriedly walked out of the office.
"Come on, I'll take you back." Felix said.
"Is this the end of it?" Harry asked, still feeling a little incredulous.
" Nothing to be done, Voldemort didn't take the bait," Felix shrugged, "This is war, you can't expect your opponent to make a fatal mistake right off the bat and get it over in one fell swoop, though ..." He furrowed his brow, from the news sent back by Lucius, Voldemort has been lying low a bit too much lately, showing up only a few times altogether.
Of course, it does not exclude that he wants to gather followers first.
He has sent out the Death Eaters, who have just escaped from Azkaban.
"We'll go and meet up with Mrs. Weasley first, then you guys head back to the Order of the Phoenix Base." Felix said as they walked out of the Minister of Magic's office and took the elevator to the 2nd level where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located, the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office is also on this level. The four of them stepped out of the elevator and walked into a hallway with room doors on both sides.
"We need to go through two doors, then turn left, then right, and finally go all the way to the end of the corridor." Ron said to a somewhat lost Harry, "I've been here a few times, and the Aurors have very distinctive cubicles ..."
After walking through the first oak wood door, they reached an open area, where the Aurors focused on their desks, not too many people at the moment, and the few who remained gathered together with expressions of both excitement and concern on their faces.
"The operation was very sudden ... not much information ..."
"I hope there will be good results."
"Didn't Kingsley say it was a big win?"
"Chesterton, congratulations on your promotion, you should be the youngest head of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures?"
"I got a little help from my family." A young man trailed off haughtily and said in a loud voice, revealing the family crest on his chest, without looking.
...
"Chesterton Avery!?" Hermione suddenly turned around and said pointedly, her eyes fixed on the showy young man with a deadly stare.
Chesterton stood in a small compartment and looked over in her direction, the smile on his face quickly cooling as he said arrogantly, "It's me, and you're--" His eyes moved between the trio, and then he spotted Felix behind them, and his voice turned weak as he said, "So the award ceremony is over?"
Hermione, however, refused to take any notice as she stared at him and whispered, "You wicked-"
"Hermione." Felix interrupted her.
Chesterton looked exasperated, with bafflement. He had the heart to let out a few harsh words, but he feared Felix, who is standing off at the side, and his eyes shifted back and forth between cowering and viciousness. Finally, he grunted heavily as he turned around and left without looking back.
Hermione looked at him with irritation.
"How can someone like him get a promotion?" They had passed through the second oakwood door and walked down the empty corridor, as Hermione remained indignant, as Harry and Ron were both surprised at her fierce attitude.
They had never heard that Hermione had crossed paths with this man.
"I remembered!" Harry suddenly said: "Avery, remember? In the graveyard, Voldemort's first tortured a Death Eater because he pretended he was under the Imperius Curse after Voldemort lost his power and escaped punishment by doing so ..."
Ron also recalled. "It did happen, but the voices aren't quite the same, and that Avery was obviously a bit older-"
"Doesn't that say more about how bad their family is?" Hermione said meanly. "Professor, why doesn't the Ministry of Magic arrest all the Death Eaters whose names they know?"
"Calm down, Miss Granger." Felix said, "The Ministry of Magic stands for order and can't arrest people for no reason ... though private stalking is definitely there." A momentary escape is nothing, Lucius could anytime produce evidence against a whole bunch of people, to get them into Azkaban.
But what Voldemort, who has no one to turn to and has lost hope of ruling, will do is beyond anyone's guess.
The key to this war always has been Voldemort alone.
"Ms. Bones should really investigate all those pure-blooded scum ..." Hermione muttered in a small voice, Ron glanced over, so she hurriedly said, "Oh, of course, your family doesn't count, you're - --"
"--a pureblood traitor." Ron nodded, chuckling to himself.
They found Mrs. Weasley in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office on the second level, she looked fairly calm and had Percy with her. When she saw Harry and the gang enter, she rushed over to them and gave them hugs and kisses.
"Fortunately, you're all okay--"
"Mom," Ron struggled hard. "We didn't even go out!"
"Well, even so ..." she said with a grin, "your father went over to help, and I heard that no one got into trouble, and they caught a bunch of bad guys too, it was a quick and successful operation... ... Ms. Bones took the lead, what a good minister we've blessed with."
Mrs. Weasley is obviously very happy with the result, Harry looked at Professor Hap who smiled without saying anything, so he wisely did not remind her that the biggest source of danger in the whole operation - Voldemort did not appear.
"Let's wait for Arthur for a while, so I can take a look at him," Mrs. Weasley said rather unkindly, "and then we'll go back and prepare your birthday party." She said to Harry. "And you, Percy, you have to come over tonight."
"Mum, I'm busy." Percy muttered, "There are dozens of reports to write -"
"Bring Penelope with you - and if you forget, watch yourself." Mrs. Weasley finished the sentence by herself, leaving a helpless Percy behind.
They reached the lobby of the Ministry of Magic by elevator and looked at the gilded fireplace on one side of the wall from afar.
Ten minutes later -
Felix gazed at the fireplace area as those fireplaces rose in unison and one figure after another emerged triumphantly from them. The gilded hall burst into life with applause.
The Aurors escorted two dozen black-robed wizards as they emerged, all wearing hoods and dressed like Death Eaters. Only the masks on their faces were taken away, and their robes are dirty, as they staggered and shoved forward.
In Felix's eyes, the assailants - most of them looked rather downcast, and several vampires with pale faces and thick black circles under their eyes had a listless expression as if they hadn't slept in days - looked rather prominent as they walked together with the group.
And there is also an exception among the vampires. He seemed to be in good spirits, looking around, without a trace of fear. When his eyes fell in Felix's direction, he grinned happily.
Harry also stared at the crowd, knowing that some of these people may have been controlled by the Death Eaters with a curse, but how exactly to check it he had no idea. If Avery had managed to escape punishment by lying about being under an Imperius Curse, then what about now?
Harry's scars abruptly and inexplicably hurt.
Harry's eyes widened, and his brain boiled like a caldron, with spoons constantly stirring inside. The Occlumency is barely enough to keep him from passing out. Harry became dizzy and his perspective changed rapidly, as he appeared in the body of another person, and through those eyes, he looked across the room, where his enemy -
The Saviour Harry Potter, the Blood traitor Ron Weasley, the mudblood Hermione Granger, and the menace Felix Hap who had left him in shock.
"No--" Harry cried out, not knowing whose mouth he shouted the words through.
"Harry, what's wrong with you?"
"Harry?"
Harry gasped, bending over and pointing in one direction, "Voldemort, Voldemort ... he's right here!" He found his consciousness returning to his body as Sirius and Ms. Bones darted over, stopping dead in their tracks in shock at the words.
Felix narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction Harry pointed - there is no Voldemort there, only the bound assailants.
"He's really here!" Harry exclaimed as Voldemort stood calmly, locked eyes with him, his eyes scarlet and red, "Don't let him harm anyone!"
But for others, it seemed that Voldemort is completely invisible.
"Voldemort! He's right there!" Harry freaked out, why was everyone looking at him instead of Voldemort?
"Harry, what happened to you--"
"Is it an illusion?"
"He is there," Harry tried to explain while still staring dead ahead, "He's dressed all in black! Black suit and black tie, with his head, tilted, moving his fingers, and he drew his wand - you guys, you guys -" The people around him took a step back and looked at him cautiously.
"Put your wand down, Harry." Hermione said shakily.
What was she talking about? Harry couldn't figure it out for the life of him. He suddenly stared at his hand, the wand had appeared there somehow, his hand seemed to be disobeying his order, a force is constantly fighting against him.
"Use Occlumency, Harry."
Felix said in a hushed voice while staring at the strangely behaved vampire, with stellar lights in his eyes, thinking room magic instantly released, and in a blank void, he only had time to catch a hasty glimpse: a thin man lying on the ground, moaning in pain; another - Voldemort smiled leeringly and raised his wand.
"Avada--"
Felix instantly cut off the magic.
In reality, the pale vampire fell to the ground, without a breath of life.
"He's dead!" Auror, who was escorting him, said in horror.
Meanwhile, Harry felt a wave of dizziness and woke up again to find himself lying on a couch. He heard muffled voices.
Harry struggled to strain his ears, only to have his face bump into a hand.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered.
"Shh." Harry shook his head gently, and he opened his eyes, judging by the decor, this should be the Minister of Magic's office, albeit not the same room as before.
"Dumbledore, I need to know why, the boy-" It is Ms. Bones' voice, but it seems to be separated by something that he can't quite catch.
"He has a name!" Sirius yelled in annoyance.
"Well - Harry said he saw the You-Know-Who and could describe exactly what he did, and we all know it's not real, it's probably a hallucination, but, but -" Ms. Bones' voice was lowered.
Harry tried his best to hear them, when Hermione handed him Extendable Ears without a sound, he looked at her gratefully, and then put one end in his ear, the sound suddenly became clear.
"- his actions, he was imitating the actions of the You-Know-Who in his mouth."
Harry's heart felt like he had plunged into the bottom of a cold lake.
"Are you trying to say that Harry was controlled by him?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Don't rule it out," Bones said dryly, and Sirius let out a bark that sounded like a canine bark. " Or it could be a curse or something, everyone knows Voldemort is good at those, and I need to know what you think, so I can make proper arrangements."
After a moment of silence -
"The scar, Voldemort's unsuccessful curse linked him with Harry, and when they're close together, they influence each other. And Harry, who is only a fifteen-year-old boy, clearly falls short -"
Dumbledore said softly.
"But I can assure you, Amelia. Harry is perfectly safe in the Order of the Phoenix Base and Hogwarts, no danger to others or to himself. And it must be noted that Harry is quite gifted in the art of Occlumency, or perhaps Felix's tutoring has been very effective ..."
"Thank you for the compliment, Headmaster Dumbledore." Felix's voice said.
"Well, I trust your judgment." Mrs. Bones was persuaded, "The boy - Harry, does he need to be sent to St. Mungo's?"
"I think Mrs. Weasley will take care of him." Dumbledore said briefly.
The footsteps became clear and Harry immediately buried his head into the sofa and pretended to sleep, his mind jumbled, Hermione took the opportunity to pull the Extendable Ears off his ear - and the next second, Dumbledore, Bones, Sirius, and Felix walked in.
She put her hands behind her back unnaturally.
"Let Mrs. Weasley in, she must be waiting anxiously ...," Dumbledore said gently.
"I'll tell mom." Ron said as he stood up.
"Also - about the Thief's Downfall, it's important to hurry, Mr. Hap, can I come with you to see 'Future World' Company?" Ms. Bones went on to discuss the work.
"No problem." Felix said with a nod.
Harry drifted off to sleep once again.
...
When Felix and Ms. Bones came out of the 'Future World' company, the sky is totally dark, and most of the stores have their doors and windows closed, only the magic lamp at the entrance still emitted a soft light, which illuminated the rows of wanted notices very clearly.
"I'm going back to the Ministry of Magic from the public fireplace, don't worry." Ms. Bones said.
Felix nodded, watched her disappear into the fireplace, and turned toward the sword castle, where he had to study the material on Thief's Downfall, or at least weave through each of the difficult areas.
At that moment, out of the darkness, a small figure rushed out - a small boy, probably only seven or eight years old.
The neighbourhood resident? Felix did not feel any threat from him, but ... he stared at a letter held in the boy's hand.
"One bald uncle asked me to give it to you," the little boy timidly held up the letter in his hand, and said in a sobbing voice: "He told me to wait here, I want to go home ... but can't leave. "
Felix's gaze flinched as he quickly looked with his magic perspective, and there is only a faint hint of magic lingering on the envelope. He picked up the letter and patted the little boy's head, "I received it, so hurry up and go home now."
Only when the little boy disappeared did Felix open the letter, which only contained an address to Apparite, provocative and sinister magic.
"Is it to duel me? I've been looking forward to it for a long time too, I have a lot of magic that I didn't use before."
Felix stared at the letter and muttered to himself, he seems to have been given the same treatment as Dumbledore, being asked to fight privately by Voldemort. It seems that his own embodiment of runes and survival after getting hit by the Killing Curse has left an extremely deep impression on Voldemort.
He disappeared from Diagon Alley using an Apparition.
The cool and breezy night is a perfect time to test magic.
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Voldemort stared at the night sky, his black robe wavered in the cool breeze along with the overgrown weeds.
The sound of rustling footsteps sounded behind him.
"Felix Hap ..." he said slowly, looking back at the unhurried visitor, Felix looking left and right as if he had been treading curiously along wilderness, with a touch of appropriate novelty.
"Surprisingly, there's no one else and no traps." Felix said, "To be honest, I'm a little surprised."
"Do I need those?" Voldemort asked in return.
The two men looked at each other, their light blue halo and scarlet eyes became conspicuous in the darkness, Voldemort gripped his wand and prepared for the battle, but he still wanted to say a few more words before he did.
"I originally wanted to set the battlefield in the Ministry of Magic, but then there would be too much interference." Voldemort said with regret.
"I thought you are worried about being trapped by Dumbledore and me." Felix said.
"I did have that fear, and the caution proved necessary ..." Voldemort said softly, " It only took one shitty vampire to test it out, whose idea was it? It couldn't have been Dumbledore, he knew I wouldn't fall for it."
Felix didn't say anything.
"The female minister?" Voldemort grinned, "She does have a knack for it, but she doesn't know me well enough. The more fierce the resistance, the more people will die."
"It's strange that you are being so blunt about your greed for life, Dumbledore had long seen through you - you value life, but don't care about other people's lives." Felix said, "Like that vampire, and those two loyal Death Eaters that you discarded like trash."
" The loyalty? I don't need that kind of thing, as long as they fear my power, they will obey me." Voldemort said softly, "You know, the group that initially followed me, now they are old and dead ... When you have a long life, something like servant will be endless, so do I need to know every one of them?"
"Felix Hap, you still cling to the mindset of mortal, clutching those cowardly emotions and not letting go ... When you are old as Dumbledore, you could not even hold your wand, but I will remain as strong as ever, you will understand my greatness then."
"You put yourself in the foot of an Immortal?" Felix asked with a little surprise.
"I am now." Voldemort said.
He drew his wand, his pale, slender fingers brushing over its surface, as he calmly introduced it, "Elmwood, Dragon Heartstring, 18 inches, excellent combination, previously placed in the hands of an owner who could not use its full capabilities ..."
Felix recognized it as Lucius Malfoy's wand.
"It's your turn, Felix Hap." Voldemort looked at him with interest.
With both hands empty, Felix just took another coin out and started playing with it.
"Ebony, dragon heartstring, thirteen inches, my first wand. But alas, it was destroyed that night," he sighed, "I still haven't gotten a chance to find the right one, but it's not a big problem, I don't have such a strong need for a wand as you do - You can't cast your Killing Curse wandless, right?"
"Because my magic is too strong." Voldemort showed a malicious smile, "It would be foolish for you to show up here tonight empty-handed without a suitable wand, but it's normal, and I'm bothered by it too, it's not easy to find a suitable wand for wizard-like you and me."
"What about your own wand?" Felix asked curiously.
Generally speaking, unless there is a huge change in personality and magic power, wizards will not easily replace their wands, the reason is that the initial one will grow along with the owner, and the two will mutually adapt to each other to bring out the strongest magic power without any worries.
Voldemort's face twisted slightly. His wand ... was picked up by Dumbledore, he gritted his teeth and thought that it might have been destroyed.
It can be said that since the resurrection, he was unable to exert his strongest power, the reason is that his wand could not withstand it. Crouch Jr.'s wand is actually very good, but after the battle a month ago, the wand remains traumatized, and every time you hold it you can feel the wand's sadness.
As a last resort, Voldemort replaced it with Lucius'. It is good that Lucius knows what to do, or else he certainly would've been a part of today's daytime attack. Who let his son and Potter to develop that bright fire-making spell together?
Although Lucius swore that it was all Felix Hap's bad taste - he liked to put students with grudges together, and Draco was an unfortunate victim - and offered to contribute his own wand, but he still felt dissatisfied.
He desperately wanted a powerful wand that could match his strength and status.
Felix smacked his lips, he did not know that Voldemort's wand was picked up by Dumbledore, and locked in the drawer in the office. He thought it was lost more than ten years ago. But that didn't stop Felix from poking Voldemort's scars.
"It seems that this kind of trouble can only be experienced by the two of us, you know, coming back from the dead."
He deliberately emphasized the last word, and not surprisingly, Voldemort's reaction is intense.
"You're lying." Voldemort said sternly, his red eyes fixed on Felix's face, "Felix Hap ... I thought long and hard about it, my magic didn't hit you, or at best, only part of it ... You transformed your body as well? "
Felix's heart fluttered.
He tasted something from this sentence, but now is not the time to think, he secretly jotted down, and then continue to spare no effort to increase the chances of victory in the next battle, "as you guessed, it seems like my transformation was very successful, the only shortcoming is that I lost my wand, but at least there is not much disfigurement ... ... And I think my eyes are quite prettier than yours."
Compared with the scarlet eyes in Voldemort's eye sockets, Felix's pupils are filled with a mystical and mesmerizing aura of a wizard.
This is the price that one must pay to gain power, what do you know! Voldemort thought hatefully, but these words could not be said to Felix, and there is no longer the need to say more. He raised his wand, and a dazzling green light pierced through the thick darkness and flew straight to Felix.
The coin in Felix's hand quickly expanded in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it enlarged a thousand times and stood in front of him like a thick brick wall.
The Killing Curse was blocked.
"What--" Voldemort shouted incredulously.
"This is the power of money," said Felix teasingly, "maybe this does not seem too conceivable to you, after all, you went to school without money, and after graduation, you did not work honestly -"
"You think I can only use unforgivable curses?" Voldemort gave an icy smile. His wand suddenly swung like a whip, and the gravel on the ground sprinted toward Felix with a mournful whistling sound. Felix disappeared, and in less than a second, he reappeared behind Voldemort, holding a glowing book of runes in his hand, casually flipping a page, and a shadow of ancient magic rushed out from the book, combining with the runic symbols in the sky to form hundreds of black lightning bolts that struck Voldemort head-on.
The darkness was pierced through like thin paper, as the white flames followed, condensing into a sharp sword.
The ear-piercing tearing sound and dull impact sound mixed together, Voldemort from the dense darkness pulled out the silver shield, the black lightning was blocked, but then the long sword of fire pierced through it, and emitted a " zhi zi " sound.
Voldemort pointed hard, the silver shield rushed high into the air and was burned clean in the air.
He smoothly extended his arm, and his wand traced a circle, Circling Felix in it. In an instant the surrounding weeds grew wildly, turning into a thin snake, hissing and swirling around Felix, followed by a surge of endless green snakes. Felix was prepared, golden flames like liquid poured out from his hands, and transformed into a raging Erumpents, these behemoths that lived in unknown mountains raised their thick hooves, and trampled the grass snakes, which burned to dust.
Voldemort mumbled something under his breath, his voice raspy and low, a strange hissing sound that sounded creepy, and Felix knew it was a Parseltongue.
He cautiously Apparited to the other side, but immediately his vision abruptly darkened, and the sounds disappeared along with it. He seemed to be robbed of his senses, it was a curse ... Felix reacted instantly. Magic perspective, Voldemort's magic continues to converge, forming a haunting wave -
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Protego Maxima!"
The Killing Curse and the Shield Charm that has a physical form collided together, the tall and lanky Iron Knight held up a bloodstained shield to block the front, and the power of the Killing Curse made Felix's hair stand on end, as he wondered whether the protection magic on Harry could withstand ...
Felix thought idly while putting his hand on the knight's armour, transferring the curse to it, and immediately his senses that disappeared returned, at the same time, the knight got drowned in a dazzling green light.
What is Voldemort's weakness?
Emotion?
Felix used his mind and casually released the Rain Swallow Patronus, a silver Patronus nimbly twisted and turned in the air, dodging a green light, and then suddenly expanded as it approached Voldemort, and opened its mouth to spit out two black dementors.
A cold coolness covered all around, the air around seemed to freeze, and the fog converged in the cold night and kept drifting.
"Dementors?" Voldemort laughed, "You used a dementor against me?" His eyes turned red, the dementors simply did not dare to come forward, they scattered and fled, two deep black lights passed, and the dementors moved like a decaying rag. They did not seem to die, just hanging in midair, but no longer seem to be able to move, as they floated in the air, the folds of their black cloaks swayed feebly, serving as a soundtrack for the battle.
But Felix's purpose was different.
The Thinking Room is dragged from his mind into reality, then Felix and the Rain Swallow Patronus' senses got connected with each other, providing an additional bystander's perspective while the Patronus acts as a positioning anchor point. Then Felix's figure flashed continuously, faster than ever, much faster! A hidden spell silently sliced through the air, slicing through the rocks, cutting the earth into fragmented chessboards that intertwined with each other to form an impermeable grid of cages. Voldemort was overwhelmed, and Apparited several times to move, only to be easily caught up by Felix, both of them moved at high speed at the same time, disappearing again the moment the spell was released, but Voldemort stopped after only two or three tries, he was far less comfortable with this tactic than Felix.
Brown dirt and stone were enchanted and solidified into hard walls, barely blocking the spells from all sides, but still, he got hurt for the first time in this fight.
"Felix Hap!" Voldemort roared.
In response, he got greeted by a lightning-like silver stream of light, a Rain Swallow Patronus, but it is not in the shape of a Rain Swallow anymore, as it transformed into an Occamy and wrapped around Voldemort's body. Under the power of the Thinking Room, it briefly took on a solid entity and took a bite of the wand in Voldemort's hand. At the same time, Felix held a spherical vortex in his hand, in which deep blue magic spun at high speed, and a powerful suction force surged from within ... Voldemort's face got stretched and deformed, and the wall protecting him crumbled into shattered pieces.
Felix let go of his hand, a colorless spherical vortex quickly flew towards Voldemort.
Voldemort finally broke free, the body of the entangled occamy tinged with a deep dark green colour, which quickly spread to the whole body, and then the Patronus disappeared. Immediately afterward another green light rushed out from his wand and stabbed into the vortex, the blue magic inside exploded violently and entangled around Voldemort's body, which began to shrink rapidly.
"Hiss~"
Voldemort's face sometimes swelled to the size of a pumpkin, sometimes shrunk to the size of a fist, he obviously suffered a major disadvantage, his scarlet eyes stared at Felix, Felix is now flipping the next page of the Book of Rune, as another powerful ancient magic is ready to be released.
Voldemort's body exploded into a black mist, which did not dissipate for a long time, and the messy grass and leaves on the ground withered instantly, and the soil turned black. Voldemort decided to leave, but he still wanted to make one last attempt, he raised his wand, and the tip of the wand coalesced with deep green light, green as a deep pond without sunlight, the surrounding darkness dispersed, and a vague figure appeared in the green light.
Felix felt creepy, he looked at the green light, it seems that even his thinking stalled.
The book of rune "clatter" as it flipped, and all kinds of ancient magic spilled out as if they are cheap, Felix moved far away, as an air barrier appeared in front of his body.
The green light and the strong explosion turned the battlefield completely, all kinds of dirt, debris, and swirling green light stopped three feet in front of Felix, then it started to move forward a little, as if in slow motion, while a rustling sound, his magic began to collapse and disintegrate.
Felix was forced to move again and stared at Voldemort through the dust, and in the afterglow, the air barrier he had high hopes for was destroyed before it could even last for three seconds.
Voldemort's Killing Curse is simply terrifyingly powerful and seems to 'kill' magic. If I had such a spell, I would also mostly only use one spell. Felix thought.
Voldemort stood still, glanced at him coldly, and twisted and disappeared. He Has Gone.
"Snap."
A wand fell to the ground. As it shattered into a pile of cinders.
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