Chapter 707 Flashback Curse

As the first bead of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand was so hot that he was almost afraid it would catch fire. .Update the fastest

The closer the bead got, the harder Harry's wand vibrated.

He thought that his wand would not be able to withstand the touch of the light pearl, as if his wand was about to shatter in his hands

No, can't let Kwang Soo Kwang come, he can't fail!

Harry put aside distracting thoughts, tried to concentrate all his thoughts, and forced the light beads to Voldemort's side.

The singing of the phoenix echoed in his ears, his eyes were firm, and he spurted out fury!

Slowly, slowly, the light beads trembled and stopped.

Then, just as slowly, it began to move the other way, and now Voldemort's wand vibrated violently.

Voldemort looked shocked, almost scared, or really scared!

He didn't know what was going on, he had recovered his long-lost body and regained his strength, no one should be his opponent except Dumbledore, but now he was in a stalemate with this boy, and he was even at a disadvantage, his wand could not Do what you want.

His pride in his great strength had become a joke, and Voldemort had no idea what was happening.

Outside the web, another thirteen-year-old boy single-handedly overwhelmed his Death Eaters, sending them fleeing with their heads in their arms.

Voldemort felt unprecedented humiliation and panic, and then he saw Ivan walking towards Nagini

Ivan stared at Nagini, he was going to kill this gleaming snake, the process was easier than imagined.

Nagini was surrounded by Fiendfire. Instead of dodging and evading like the Death Eaters, Nagini opened its mouth and rushed towards Ivan.

Ivan swung his wand vigorously, a silver light flashed, and the next second, the head of the big snake that was rushing towards him was cut off!

The snake's head spun and flew high into the sky, fell into the flames not far away, and turned into a mass of ashes in a blink of an eye.

Ivan froze for a moment, and immediately realized what was going on, Nagini was not a Horcrux yet.

Voldemort did not put his own soul fragments into Nagini's body, it was just an ordinary snake.

It is still flesh and blood, and no other weapons are needed, only powerful magic can kill it.

"No!" Voldemort yelled angrily, but no one could hear him.

He glared at Ivan, then immediately turned his head to look at Kwang Soo, who was only inches from the tip of his wand.

He no longer cared about Ivan, his beloved big snake, or those fleeing Death Eaters. He focused on Harry and the wand who were fighting, and he couldn't let Kwang-soo come over. Feeling a terrible power.

"Go over!" Harry bellowed afterward, staring intently at the light above his wand.

He didn't know why he was doing this, and he didn't know what the consequences would be.

But never in his life had he been so focused on forcing the bead of light into the tip of Voldemort's wand

Slowly, slowly, the light beads moved along the gold wire, trembling for a moment, and connected to the tip of the rod

Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain that echoed endlessly!

Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise, and a human hand formed of thick smoke flew out of the tip of the staff and disappeared. It was the severed hand he had just made for the vampire Durand.

There was another cry of pain, and a larger object emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand, a large gray thing that seemed to be made of the densest smoke, first a head, then a chest and arms, It is the shadow of a woman.

It was the ghost of Bertha Jorkins, and she watched, wide-eyed, at the struggle before her.

"Hang on, don't let go!" she said to Harry, her voice echoing far away.

Harry was astonished as hell, but instinctively he gripped his wand tightly to keep the golden thread going.

He saw Voldemort's red eyes staring in surprise, as surprised as he was himself.

Bertha Jorkins circled around the edge of the gold net, glaring eerily at Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, there was another scream of pain from within the wand, and something emerged from the tip of the wand

Another human head made of thick smoke, followed by arms and body.

This is a wizard Harry hadn't seen, he was killed by Voldemort in the ruins of the fallen centaur, he squeezed out of his wand like Bertha Jorkins, this ghost or ghost or something The Thing stared fiercely at Voldemort.

This wizard was a desperado before his death. Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he could not wait to pounce on Voldemort.

"Hold on, boy, he killed me, and he avenged me!"

Immediately afterwards, a man appears who is also the ghost of the innocents killed by Voldemort.

They walked around the duelist, whispering encouragement to Harry, and gnashing their teeth at Voldemort in words that Harry couldn't hear, but undoubtedly vicious words, which made Voldemort look even stronger. Crazy!

Now, another human head emerges from the tip of Voldemort's wand!

Harry knew who she was immediately, as if he'd been expecting her from the moment Bertha Jorkins emerged.

Yes, he saw it at a glance, because the person who popped up was the person he thought about the most in his life

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightened up and gazed at him.

Harry kept his eyes on his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Harry, your dad's here too!" she whispered, "he wants to see you, it'll be all right, hold on"

Sure enough, he came out, first the head, then the body.

A tall, disheveled man, the spirit of James Potter rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand.

He dropped to the ground like his wife and straightened up.

James Potter approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but so low that Voldemort could not hear him, and Voldemort saw the man he had killed walking around , His face was livid with fright!

"Dad" Harry opened his mouth, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

Although still in the midst of the duel, an inexplicable sadness rose in Harry.

He stared at his parents, who were still young, as they were before they died.

"Harry, I'm so proud of you!" said James Potter.

"Harry" the ghost of her mother watched him.

"We'll only be here for a little while after the connection is down, but we'll buy you time, and you'll have to get the Portkey with the boy outside, and it'll take you back to Hogwarts. Got it, ha Lee?" James Potter continued.

"Understood!" Harry gasped, his wand slipping in his hand, and he clutched at it desperately. (To be continued...) Browsing and reading address: