Chapter 1070 Malfoy and Voldemort

"How do you think about it, Mr. Malfoy..." Fan Lin squinted at Malfoy.

Naturally, it is impossible for Malfoy to give up targeting them now, but it makes Malfoy have some scruples.

"I don't understand what you are talking about..." Lucius frowned and said, "But, the Dark Lord's things..."

"This thing belongs to Harry, Malfoy," Fan Lin said politely, "If you want to take it..."

Fan Lin didn't say much. Naturally, the prophecy ball cannot be handed over to Voldemort. This is of no benefit to them, and it is also important...

Although Fanlin didn't understand why Voldemort had to get the prophecy ball, it was naturally a good thing to be able to destroy Voldemort's plan.

Malfoy was silent. To be honest, he didn't want to fight with Fan Lin now. He needed Fan Lin to understand what he said about him before, but now it seems...

"Let's go, Harry..." Fan Lin pushed Harry. Facing Malfoy, Fan Lin naturally had no experience in taking care of Harry, and the prophecy ball in Harry's hand...

"Run outside and buy time, Dumbledore..."

Fanlin said, and regardless of Malfoy's silence, he launched an attack.

Since Malfoy can't make a choice now, it's better to repel Malfoy early. Neither he nor the Order of the Phoenix can afford to waste time.

It's impossible for Sirius and the others to hold off Voldemort for too long...

"Potter..." A scream came from nowhere, and then there was a sound of evil laughter. This sound was very familiar, coming from Bellatrix.

The pressure on Voldemort was too great, and it took several people to work together to stop it, or even at all...

"You guys go first..." Sirius's voice rang out, and then a white light was entangled with the invisible black energy.

But Malfoy obviously couldn't sit still. Bellatrix had already come over. Obviously, it was impossible to give him time to hesitate.

"Hand over the prophecy ball!" Malfoy said, but what greeted him was Fan Lin's merciless curse.

The dazzling light lit up the entire prophecy hall in an instant.

Forced by the light, Malfoy had to protect his eyes.

"Let's go..." Fan Lin pulled Harry and ran outside quickly without caring about Sirius.

The current Sirius is not the poor man who has not recovered his identity. Facing a Bellatrix who has just come out of Azkaban, Fanlin can't think of how Sirius could fail. As for death...

Fanlin flicked his wand, and suddenly the surrounding crystal balls shot towards Malfoy like bullets.

Malfoy is not a problem, Voldemort is here, he can't be...

"careful!"

Harry pulled Fan Lin, and then, a red light connected with the green light that hit Fan Lin's body. On the other end, a pale face and snake-like pupils were staring at Fan Lin coldly. .

"Hydro jet!"

The transparent water tightly entangled Voldemort's body in an instant.

As Fan Lin tightened his palms, the blade-like water flow fell towards Voldemort's body.

"Do you think you can hurt me?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes immediately stared at Fan Lin.

To Fan Lin's surprise, his curse couldn't even cut through Voldemort's skin.

"You have to try it before you know." Fan Lin responded unceremoniously, and the tip of the wand burst out with unimaginable light. In an instant, the water originally wrapped around Voldemort's body was embedded into his skin, but Fan Lin Surprisingly, Voldemort's blood...

It seemed that the two of them had completely angered Voldemort, and the spell originally linked through the wand shone brightly in an instant.

This time there was no James or Lily soul. Harry took a few steps back and almost knocked the wand out of his hand.

…

"Run, Harry!"

Fan Lin pulled Harry and ran away without looking back. It was extremely unexpected that the two of them had hurt Voldemort just now. As for defeating...

I'm afraid, this is just a dream that a fool would have.

Fan Lin pulled Harry and ran outside quickly. At this moment, Fan Lin had never had hope before... He hoped that Dumbledore would appear here immediately, and Voldemort would come faster than he thought...

"We...where are we going..." Harry was dressed roughly, but he had no intention of stopping.

There was no one else around, not even the sound of fighting could be heard.

"Let's go up." Fan Lin said. If you want Voldemort to appear in front of Fudge, the hall of the Ministry of Magic is naturally a good choice. Where is the first stop of the Ministry of Magic. If Dumbledore rushes over, he will be there immediately. Can only appear there.

In panic, the two people squeezed into the elevator.

Under the pressure of Voldemort, Harry desperately hoped that the damn elevator would be faster, and even the hand holding the prophecy ball was sweating.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Harry was a little anxious.

He could hear the sound of an elevator running ahead; he sped up and ran around the corner, slamming his fist on the button to summon another elevator. The elevator descended slowly; as soon as the iron door opened, Harry and Fan Lin ducked in, and now smashed the button marked 'Lobby' with their fists. The door closed and he was now ascending. Before the elevator door could fully open, Harry squeezed out and rushed out.

There was no one in the hall and it looked empty. A huge portrait of Fudge hung on the wall in the center of the hall.

The two people ran quickly past the golden fountain. There was no sign of flames rising in the fireplace in the Floo network below.

"You two, very good..." Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared not far away from the two of them, like wind and sand, Voldemort's figure was hidden in the mist, and then Fan Lin saw Voldemort's face. One foot stepped out from the wind and sand.

"Where can you escape now?"

Fan Lin carefully observed Voldemort's body. The scars he had caused before had disappeared, and there was only a faint trace left on Voldemort's body.

"So, what are you going to do? Give me the crystal ball." Voldemort stretched out a hand and waited for Harry to hand the prophecy ball to him.

"Don't challenge my patience, Potter, no one can save you two." Voldemort looked at Harry patiently, as if waiting for Harry to make a decision.

"I think you made a mistake..." Harry took a deep breath, "I'm not one of your cowardly subordinates, Voldemort... what you want... whether it's the Philosopher's Stone or the Prophecy Ball, I think I made the same choice."

As he spoke, Harry dropped the prophecy ball in his hand to the ground with a bang.

A mist of light rose from the debris, and for a moment, Harry heard his wails, Voldemort's screams, and a woman's deep voice.

But soon, these abnormal noises disappeared, and without the support of the crystal ball, it was naturally impossible for even Voldemort to obtain more information.

"No..." Voldemort yelled, but the strange noise just now also affected him, and he could do nothing. Fan Lin didn't react at all, and Harry would be so decisive.

Obviously, if Voldemort stops here, they can't keep the crystal ball at all, so destroying it is the most correct choice.

"How dare you..." Voldemort's scarlet eyes stared at the two of them, and a chill suddenly rose from their backs.

"Why don't I dare!" Harry said forcefully. He also felt sorry for the prophecy ball, but compared to letting Voldemort get him...

Bang...

The two of them flew out at the same time. Before Fan Lin could even react, his body hit the wall behind him, and Harry was at the other end opposite him.

"I'm not you, Voldemort..." Harry felt like he had a splitting headache, which was caused by the scar, but Harry still held on, "I'm very happy..."

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter," Voldemort said quietly. "You've bored me for a long time. Avada Kedavra!"

Harry didn't even open his mouth to resist; his mind went blank and his wand pointed uselessly at the floor.

But the golden headless wizard statue in the fountain suddenly came to life, leaping from its base and landing between Harry and Voldemort. The spell barely grazed the statue's chest as it stretched out its arms to protect Harry.

"What-?" shouted Voldemort, looking around. Then, he gasped, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked past Voldemort, his heart racing. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden door. Voldemort raised his wand, and then another green light shot at Dumbledore.

"Master..." The elevator was opened again, and this time, Bellatrix was the first to rush out.

Dumbledore twirled his cloak and disappeared. In the blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Voldemort, waving his wand towards the remaining statues in the fountain. The remaining statues also came to life. The witch's statue rushed towards Bellatrix. Bella yelled, firing ineffective spells into its chest before it pinned her down.

The statue pinned her to the ground.

At the same time, statues of goblins and house elves rushed towards the wall stove, and the one-armed centaur galloped towards Voldemort, but he disappeared and reappeared next to the pool. The headless statue pushed Harry backwards, away from the fight, while Dumbledore walked towards Voldemort, the golden centaurs jogging around them.

"It would be foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said quietly. "The Aurors are on their way here-"

"By the time they arrive I will be gone and you will be dead!" Voldemort roared. He fired another killing curse at Dumbledore but missed and instead hit the security guard's desk, which caught fire. Dumbledore suddenly shook his wand; when the spell passed, it radiated so much power that even the protected Harry felt his hair stand on end. This time Voldemort was forced to conjure a silver, shiny shield out of thin air to block it. Whatever the spell was, it did no visible damage to the shield, just a gong-like sound—a strange, trembling sound.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore?" Voldemort said, his scarlet eyes narrowed into slits on the shield. "Just cruelly torturing me, huh?"

"We all know there are other ways to destroy a man, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk towards Voldemort as if nothing in the world could scare him, as if nothing could stop him Same as him. "I admit that taking your life alone would not satisfy me—"

"Nothing is worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared. "You are dead wrong," Dumbledore was still walking towards Voldemort and speaking softly, as if they were discussing the matter over drinks. Harry felt a little scared when he saw him moving forward so recklessly. He tried to shout a warning, but his headless bodyguard pinned him firmly against the wall, preventing him from rushing out.

"That's true. Your lack of understanding of 'there are things worse than death in this world' is your biggest weakness -" A green light flew out from behind the silver shield.

This time it was the one-armed centaur who rushed before Dumbledore, only to be blown into hundreds of pieces. But before the pieces could hit the ground, Dumbledore whipped out his wand and waved it as if he were wielding a whip. A thin line of flame flew from the tip of the staff; it surrounded Voldemort and his shield. For a moment, it looked like Dumbledore had won, but then the matchlock transformed into a snake.

The snake detached itself from Voldemort and turned to Dumbledore, hissing. Voldemort disappeared; the snake leaped from the ground ready to attack. When Voldemort reappeared, there was an explosion above Dumbledore. Voldemort stood in the middle of the pool on the pedestal where the five statues originally stood.

"Careful!" Harry shouted. However, at the moment he shouted, another green light flew from Voldemort's wand to Dumbledore, and at the same time, the snake also launched an attack. Fawkes suddenly flew in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak and swallowed the green light whole; he fell to the ground and burned, rising from the ashes.

At the same time, Dumbledore waved his wand smoothly - the snake that was about to insert its fangs into his body flew high into the air and turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared.

At the same time, the water in the pool rose and covered Voldemort. For a moment, Voldemort was a dark, faceless, shimmering, blurry image; it was obvious that he was trying to open the water. Then he was gone, and the water fell back into the pool, splashing and soaking the floor.

"Master!" Bellatrix screamed. She tried to rush over, but was stopped by the statue of Fanlin and the witch standing aside.

It was clear that it was all over, it was clear that Voldemort had decided to escape, and Harry tried to get out from behind the statue, but Dumbledore yelled, "Stay there, Harry!"

For the first time, Dumbledore's voice was filled with fear. Harry didn't understand why; the hall was empty except for them, a sobbing Bellatrix still trapped under the statue of the witch, and a newborn Fawkes screaming weakly on the floor.

Suddenly, Harry's scar opened and he knew he was going to die; it was unimaginable pain, unbearable pain. He left the hall, surrounded by a figure with red eyes, so closely connected that Harry didn't know where their respective bodies were; they became one, linked by pain, and he couldn't escape. Lose. Then the man spoke, using Harry's mouth, so that in agony Harry felt his jaw move.

"Kill me, Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't see anything, he was dying, every part of his body yearned for release, Harry felt the man using him again.

"If death means nothing, Dumbledore, then kill the child!" (To be continued)