Chapter 700: Flashback Curse

"No!"

Voldemort let out a roar, which made Harry jump, but Harry was not distracted by this. On the contrary, Voldemort forced the light beads back a little more out of anger.

Fan Lin naturally heard Voldemort's roar, but what did this have to do with him? One of them was going to die anyway, Nagini or something, just kill him.

Fan Lin shook his head and returned his gaze to the Death Eaters.

Now that Nagini is dead, naturally, Fanlin has no reason to stay here.

Fanlin controlled the Calendar Fire Curse to fall towards the previous curse, like a combination of oil and fire. Whether it was ice, snow or flames, these were all triggered by Fanlin's magic power. With the property of the Calendar Fire Curse, it naturally swallowed everything. It's not difficult to light a patch of ice and snow on fire.

Almost in an instant, the original world of ice and snow turned into a sea of ​​flames. I have to say that this is an interesting attempt. Fan Lin has been thinking about combining the Calendar Fire Spell with his own magic.

The collision power produced by the two extreme curses is naturally huge.

It was as if the entire space had been detonated. The continuous explosions and the whirlwind of flames engulfed everything around them in an instant.

These are the effects of the Calendar Fire Curse. I have to admit that the current magic is almost out of Fanlin's control. Fanlin can still control the Calendar Fire Curse in a small area, but in such a large area...

Fanlin narrowed his eyes slightly...

"Well, forget it, this is a headache for Voldemort anyway." Fan Lin shook his head. He had no ability to take back the magic power. The continuous extraction of large amounts made Fan Lin's body ache all the time.

Sure enough, it’s better to use the magic stone less...

Unlike Fan Lin, Harry seemed to have found a way, but Harry was not sure whether it would work.

In fact, Harry didn't understand why he did it or what the purpose of it was. But he mustered up the energy - something he had never done before - and forced the orb into Voldemort's wand.

This is a difficult thing, but Fanlin blocked all the Death Eaters who were so burdened by himself...

Slowly, slowly, it moved along the golden beam of light. It vibrated for a while, and finally arrived.

For a moment, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of agony that echoed continuously.

Voldemort's surprised red eyes couldn't help but widen - a smoking hand floated out from the top of the wand, and then disappeared - this was the ghost of Crouch's hand that he had chopped off.

There were more cries of agony, and something larger began to emerge from the top of Voldemort's wand, a gray one that looked as if it was made of the solidest, densest smoke. The big thing... it was a head... then the chest and arms... that was Percy Zolkins' body.

Harry was very surprised. He had seen it in the newspaper, but he didn't understand why...

If Harry let go of his wand in surprise, that would be the end of it. But instinct caused Harry to hold his wand tightly, and the golden beam of light remained intact.

Even Percy Zolkins' thick gray soul (was that a soul? It looked hard and solid.) all emerged from the end of Voldemort's wand, as if he had been squeezed out of a very narrow tunnel.

The shadow of Zokins stood up, looked up and down at the golden light beam, and began to speak.

"Harry, hold on," Zolkins said.

Her voice seemed to come from far away, echoing in the air.

Harry looked at Voldemort - his wide red eyes still showed surprise, he had not expected any of this to happen any more than Harry did. Dimly, Harry heard the horrified screams of the Death Eaters. There was no doubt that Fanlin's spell had caused enough damage to them. Through the hazy light, Harry could clearly see Feel the cold before and the heat after.

More cries of agony came from the wand, and then something else emerged from the top of it - the shadow of another human head, followed by arms and other torso - it was an old man, ha. Leigh had seen him in a dream, and now he was squeezing himself out of the top of the wand just like Percy Moon today... His soul, or his shadow, or something else, fell on He stood next to Percy Zolkins and observed Harry, Voldemort, the golden web and the wand connected by a beam of light. He leaned on his cane and didn't look terribly surprised...

"He's a real wizard, isn't he?" said the old man, looking at Voldemort. "That's the one who killed me, boy, get over him."

At this time, another head had appeared.

The head was as gray as a statue. It was a woman's head... Harry saw her fall to the ground and stood up like the others, watching. Although Harry tried his best to hold his wand tightly, his arms were still shaking...

"Don't let go!" she cried, her voice echoing in the air like Cedric's, as if coming from afar.

"Don't let him defeat you, Harry. Don't let go!" She and the other two black shadows began to walk along the inside of the golden mesh wall.

The victims of Voldemort's death circled around the duelists, whispering words of encouragement to Harry and hissing to Voldemort as they walked.

Fanlin couldn't help but focus most of his attention on Harry. He roughly understood something, and he was also looking forward to something...

The battle outside continued. The Death Eaters were frantically attacking Fan Lin's defense, but Fan Lin did not relax. More and more flames turned into a big net. He had to get enough for Harry. time.

At this time, another head appeared on Voldemort's wand, and Harry knew who it would be when he saw it.

Ever since Percy Zolkins appeared from that wand, Harry seemed to have been waiting for him to appear. He knew who he was going to be because the man that was going to show up was the one he would think about every night.

It was a tall man with messy hair in a smoky shadow, and he fell to the ground like Percy, stood up, and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at his father's ghostly face, his arms shaking even more.

"Your mother is coming..." he said calmly, "She wants to see you. You will be fine soon. Just hold on."

Here she comes... first her head, then her body... a young woman with long hair - with a lily. The smoky form of Potter - emerging from the end of Voldemort's wand.

Like her husband, she dropped to the ground and stood up.

She walked closer to Harry and looked down at him. Her voice, like the others, seemed to come from a distance, echoing constantly, but quietly so that Voldemort could not hear it. Voldemort was surrounded by his victims, his face now one of anger and fear. (To be continued)