Chapter 698 Mutation

Fan Lin's face turned a little dark. Who knows why he would say such meaningless words.

At this time, Fan Lin appeared behind everyone. Of course, Fox on his shoulders did not accompany Fan Lin to become invisible. This was the key to catching Nagini.

Many Death Eaters were in an uproar, and Voldemort immediately turned around, "Fanlin El!"

The blood-red pupils shine even brighter.

Voldemort will never forget the look of this boy, just like Harry Potter, these two damn brats.

Voldemort will never forget several failures, the night in Godric's Hollow, the dungeons of Hogwarts, and the failure last summer...

These places, if it weren't for these two brats now...

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!" Voldemort's eyes suddenly burst into unimaginable hatred.

Many Death Eaters looked stunned as a young wizard touched their backs, but none of them noticed. Obviously, this was something that no one could accept.

They all knew that the two little wizards in front of them had shattered the plans of the great Dark Lord Voldemort countless times, and they all saw this in their eyes.

There is no doubt that this time...

No one can be sure who will be next.

The ones who arrived here... were the righteous masters of the Ministry of Magic? Or Dumbledore?

"You really disappoint me..." Fan Lin said calmly, "It's unfortunate, but I think your party should end here."

"Fan Lin!" Harry's eyes lit up. Fan Lin's appearance here at this moment obviously gave Harry great encouragement.

The person who talked to him before was Fan Lin, who was hiding next to him with the Disguise Charm. Now he jumped out, obviously he was confident.

Maybe, it really can...

"Be careful, Harry." Fan Lin's expression was solemn. He has not seen the wand effect between Harry and Voldemort that Dumbledore said until now.

Triggering the pre-flashback spell obviously requires the contact of two people's spells to do it.

"Go ahead, Harry. As I said before, Voldemort can't defeat you at all. Trust me, let's leave...here..."

Fan Lin took out the magic wand, and in just a moment, a large amount of magic power drawn from the magic stone gathered continuously from his wrist.

Just like at the Quidditch World Cup, dazzling blue light spread from Fan Lin's body in an instant.

"Damn it, you're all going to die!" Voldemort shouted angrily, and Fan Lin's appearance touched his originally peaceful mind.

"You guys, kill him!" Voldemort shouted, but before the Death Eaters could move, Harry was the first to move.

Voldemort was already ready to kill Harry, and so was Harry. His coming forward meant that Harry would have a head-on confrontation with Voldemort. Just when Harry shouted: "Epelliarmus (Expelliarmus)!", Voldemort finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

When a beam of red light shot out from Harry's wand, Voldemort's wand also shot out a beam of pale green light, and they met in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the sparks generated by the magic collision replaced the color of the entire space.

Fan Lin was a little nervous. He was not sure whether Harry could really stop Voldemort. Until now, too many things were out of his control, just like Dumbledore.

There is no doubt that an incomplete memory alone is simply not enough to capture everyone.

However, this is already a very high starting point, at least...

Suddenly, Harry's wand vibrated, as if there was a burst of electricity.

But Harry's hand still held it tightly, and he wouldn't let it go if he wanted to.

A narrow beam of light connected the two wands, not red or green, but very bright, a deep golden yellow.

Harry stared at this beam of light in surprise. Along the Harry's beam, he saw Voldemort's long, white fingers holding the wand tightly, and the wand was also vibrating.

Then, unprepared for Harry, he felt his feet leave the ground. He and Voldemort both rose into the air, their wands still connected by the flickering golden beam.

They were sliding away from Voldemort's father's headstone, finally coming to rest on a clean patch of ground without a grave. The Death Eaters shouted, asking for instructions from Voldemort, and they formed a new circle around Harry and Voldemort.

Snakes slithered on their heels and some of them drew their wands.

And Fanlin just stood in front of all the Death Eaters...

The golden beam of light connecting Harry and Voldemort split: the wands remained connected, and a thousand branches of light arced above them, criss-crossing around them, until they were hemmed in. A cage of light is formed in the golden, circular net.

The Death Eaters outside surrounded Fanlin like a pack of jackals, and their shouts were strangely muffled.

"Leave us alone," Voldemort screamed at the corpse-eaters, "Kill the other one!"

Harry saw that his eyes were widening in surprise at what was happening, and that he was trying to break the beam of light that still connected him to Harry's wand.

Harry quickly grasped his wand tighter with both hands. The golden beam of light is still intact.

"Damn it, kill the other one quickly, I can solve it here!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters. Suddenly, a mysterious and beautiful voice sounded in the air, which came from every small segment of the web spun with light. The light echoed around Harry and Voldemort.

Harry recognized this voice, although he had only heard it once before... What a beautiful voice... It was Harry's voice of hope, the most beautiful and joyful voice he had ever heard in his life. He felt that the sound not only echoed around him, but penetrated into him.

The voice connected him to Voldemort, like a friend whispering in his ear.

"Do not disconnect the beam of light."

I know, Harry said to the voice, I know I have to not... But as soon as he thought that, the situation got ugly.

His wand vibrated even more than before, and the beam of light between him and Voldemort changed.

There seemed to be many large light beads sliding back and forth on the beam of light between the wands. When the light beads began to slide slowly and steadily, Harry felt the wand in his hand vibrate.

Now the light began to move toward him from Voldemort, and he felt his wand vibrate angrily.

As the first bead of light came closer and closer to the tip of Harry's wand, the log in his hand became so hot that he feared it would catch fire. The closer the bead of light came, the more powerful Harry's wand vibrated.

He was sure that if this continued, his wand would not be able to withstand it, and it seemed as if it would shatter in his hands.

He concentrated every energy he had, forcing the light beads to slide towards Voldemort. His ears were filled with beautiful singing, and his eyes stared furiously... Slowly, slowly, the light beads vibrated. Then it stopped; then, also slowly, it began to move in the other direction. Now Voldemort's wand began to vibrate violently.

All this is beyond everyone's knowledge. No one knows what kind of curse this is. They have never seen it before.

Perhaps, this is the so-called fate, the fate between the Dark Lord and the Warrior. They will eventually decide whether to live or die, today or at another time.

Maybe, the Dark Lord will fail... (To be continued)