Chapter 503 Harry Escapes

"Now, we duel..."

"[Crucio]"

The intense pain took over all the senses. Harry's eyeballs turned wildly in his head. He could no longer spare the energy to think about how to escape. He fell to the ground in an instant, and his throat made an uncontrollable scream that he had never heard in his life.

It was like a dagger burned red in the fire, piercing every inch of his skin, cutting out pieces of shapeless flesh, and then scraping the bones bit by bit with the sharp blade.

The pain lasted for an unknown period of time. Just as Harry's consciousness gradually blurred, it all stopped. Harry turned over and climbed up, shaking uncontrollably all over.

"Pause..."

Voldemort was like a hunting python. His thick snake body had already wrapped around his prey, sometimes tightening and sometimes relaxing to let him breathe, both teasing and for better killing.

"Take a break... It hurts, Harry. Do you want me to do it a few more times, or just end it like this?"

Harry didn't answer, but sighed slightly in his heart. Until now, he hadn't figured out how to divert Voldemort and the Death Eaters' attention from him, and earn enough time for himself to summon the trophy and activate the portkey.

His fingers gently brushed the holly wand. No matter what, give it a try, and die...

He glanced at a shiny thing not far away, and staggered a few steps as if his legs were too weak to stand steadily, and almost bumped into the human wall formed by the Death Eaters.

The cemetery in the middle of the night had a mist at some point, and Voldemort's sinister eyes pierced through the mist, revealing a scarlet glow, and the laughter of most Death Eaters echoed in the wilderness. It seemed that no matter how long it had been, no matter when, as long as they saw someone being tortured, they could get happiness from it.

Loren had no intention of intervening.

He quietly hid in the hiding place made of stone sculpture debris and weeds, with a prying sense from the narrow gap. While looking around for traces of Dumbledore's existence, he was still recalling Voldemort's speech in his mind.

Voldemort claimed that on that night thirteen years ago, Lily Potter sacrificed her life to use ancient magic, leaving a long-term protective power in Harry's body. As the target of ancient magic, Voldemort could never touch Harry or hurt Harry.

So Voldemort took Harry's blood as material to reshape his flesh and blood body. The ancient magic protective power left by Lily Potter also existed in his new body. The same blood allowed him to touch Harry again and hurt Harry.

But in fact, the protective amulet that Lily Potter forged with her life still exists, and even exists in two states...

The vague guess made Loren smile playfully. It seems that Voldemort's calculation not only failed to make him stronger, but also dug a deep pit for him.

Loren's eyes flickered. According to the images he had found from his distant memories, the two twin wands were the key to this duel.

One was holly and the other was yew. Their wand cores came from the tail feathers of the same phoenix.

"Perhaps you are tired and desperate about our duel. Do you want me to end it now, Harry? I will give you a painless relief, very soon..."

Seeing that his limbs were no longer trembling and he tightened his wand again, Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was already prepared and used his most familiar spell as if by instinct.

"Avada Kedavra"

"Expelliarmus"

A strong red light burst out from Harry's wand and instantly collided with the oncoming green light. The two spells met in the air and almost immediately infected each other into a dazzling golden glow. The exploding magic power surged at the junction.

In another dimension that cannot be seen by the naked eye or magical perception, two wonderful connections connect the souls and bodies of the two people respectively, tightly intertwined together, as if they are inseparable parts of each other.

Harry tightly grasped the magic in his hand, it vibrated violently as if it was electrified, and it would slip out of his hand at any time, while Voldemort's pale and slender fingers on the opposite side also tightly grasped a trembling wand.

The instinct of the wand core overwhelmed the will of the two people at this moment, and the majestic magic power in the two people's bodies tilted out uncontrollably, as if to use all to decide the outcome in this battle of spells, making it impossible for them to withdraw.

The two wands were connected by a flashing golden thread, and then hundreds of arcs of light burst out from the middle, and the brilliant and dazzling light like lightning intertwined and gathered around, forming a dome-shaped golden light net. Trapped Harry and Voldemort in it, and excluded the Death Eaters.

Harry held the wand tightly with both hands. The influence of the Cruciatus Curse had not completely faded. Every muscle, every blood vessel, and every bone in his body trembled because of the residual pain. His sluggish mind had only one thought, trying his best to squeeze out every power hidden in his body to compete with Voldemort's magic power.

The pressure and pain made his brain turn more slowly. In this stalemate, Harry felt a kind of illusion, as if his wand was absorbing something and becoming stronger.

Suddenly, the surrounding light network had a slight tremor, which was transmitted to every light thread in an instant like lightning. A faint and beautiful music sounded in the air, the sound was crisp and slender, and the lingering sound was endless - it was the song of the phoenix.

Accompanied by the phoenix song that represents hope, Voldemort's wand suddenly trembled like a scream, and streams of gray smoke emerged from his wand. The gray smoke separated from the wand and condensed together in the shield surrounded by a network of light. The first gray smoke that emerged turned into a severed hand and dissipated, and the gray smoke behind condensed into shadows of entities, first the head, then the chest and limbs...

Seeing the appearance of this person, Voldemort inside the light net and little Barty outside showed horrified expressions at the same time!

Barty Crouch, he was still wearing the neat suit that he had still worn on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, and his meticulously combed short gray hair was a little messy because of exhaustion.

"Hold on, Harry." His voice came from a very far away place, with a bumpy echo. He glanced outside the aperture, tears looming, but his tone remained calm, "Hold on, don't let go!"

A lame old man with an old face that Harry had only seen in his dreams appeared. If the residents of Little Hangleton were here, they would definitely exclaim. It was Frank, the concierge who died tragically at Riddle House for unknown reasons!

He looked at Voldemort with his eyes, and there was worry in his slightly trembling voice: "So, he is really a wizard? This guy is going to kill me, you fight him, kid..."

It looked like Harry had help.

Loren was thinking, and he noticed that the soul squeezed out of Voldemort's wand was completely different from the ghost. The emotions were more stable than the ghost, and even preserved the memory after death. Judging from the performance of the two people leaving the wand, it was stored in the wand. Zhong is also able to perceive things around him.

According to his understanding of the magical world, there are two places for intelligent creatures to go after death. Those who are attached to the human world can be transformed into ghosts through the magic power in their bodies, and those who face death bravely will go to the world of death through a trance. At least he has never heard of it. The souls of the dead are trapped in the wand.

The soul that appears now is like the mark left on Voldemort by the deceased, the reflection of his soul.

Loren carefully observed the process of the gray smoke transforming into soul. He guessed that this process of making the mark of the deceased appear as a soul may be the product of multiple coincidences. For example, the bodies and souls of two people have unique connections. For example, the two people have unique connections. The core of the human wand is all Fox's tail feathers, and the phoenix has the ability to be reborn...

More gray smoke emerged from Voldemort's wand, turning into individual figures amidst the ethereal singing of the phoenix and the trembling of the golden light network. Some of them were unshaven and gaunt, and some were covered with rough wolf fur. The fangs and claws are still shining coldly...

The souls of those killed by Voldemort moved around the two of them, and the voices encouraging Harry came together, like the distant and quiet singing of a church choir, making Harry feel that infinite power was flowing into his body.

The voice cursing Voldemort also made him grit his teeth and turn pale.

A figure emerged from the yew branches. The young woman had green eyes and long crimson hair hanging on her shoulders. Seeing her floating figure, Harry's shoulders trembled. The same green eyes Tears came out.

"Your dad is here too..." Lily Potter said softly, "He wants to see you, it will be fine, Harry..."

The soul of James Potter is a tall man with disheveled hair, smiling and calm: "After the connection is disconnected, we can only buy you a short time. You must get the door key. Do you understand, ha?" profit?"

"clear."

The light network trembled violently, and as the stream of light dissipated, the song of the phoenix disappeared instantly. Silence returned to the wilderness cemetery. The souls of many deceased people densely obscured the vision. The spells of Voldemort and the Death Eaters had no effect on them. Because they are already dead and cannot die again.

"[The trophy is flying]"

Harry grabbed the trophy flying in the air and felt his navel being tickled. He was instantly swept away by an invisible space whirlwind and disappeared into the cemetery of Little Hangleton.

While the Death Eaters were surrounded by souls, Barty Crouch stood in front of his son, looking relaxed as he had never felt since he graduated from Hogwarts and entered the Ministry of Magic: "I see When it comes to your mother, she doesn’t blame you, she wants me to tell you that she loves you..."

Little Barty had a cold face, and even looked at him with a hint of sarcasm.

"I don't blame you either, I love you too."

Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned for a moment. Before he could answer, Barty Crouch's already translucent body dispersed into mist again. The cool evening breeze blew, and apart from the tattered body of a corpse still remaining in the venue, there was no trace of Barty Crouch in the world.

Snape seemed to see those eyes again in a daze, and smiled at him, and the next moment it disappeared in the dew of the summer night. He stood there stiffly, like a tombstone standing in a cemetery that had not had time to be engraved, with a two-winged angel holding a scythe behind him.

Without the magic power of the phoenix to maintain, the figures of the souls became lighter and lighter, starting from the lower body and gradually becoming transparent. However, their mission had been completed, with free and easy smiles on their faces.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Lucius Malfoy stood beside Voldemort with a slight bow and asked cautiously.

Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to imagine that such a twisted snake face could have multiple emotions such as anger, fear, and resentment at the same time. The expressions were clear or even unaffected.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He quickly ran through what happened during the duel in his mind, but he couldn't find any answers.

Why does he feel connected to Potter?

Why did their wands change unexpectedly?

Was this the protection Dumbledore had set on Harry Potter, or...

Voldemort suddenly opened his eyes, then slowly narrowed them into a slit, and a cold scarlet light seeped out from the slit and gathered on Snape on the right. He said quietly, "Harry Potter will definitely report everything to Dumbledore when he returns. He will be here soon. Leave this place as soon as possible."

"I have a manor nearby." Lucius said.

"Separate!"

"What?"

"I want you to act separately, and don't expose my whereabouts and the news of my return for the time being."

"This..."

Lucius wanted to say something else, but was stabbed by Voldemort's cold eyes and trembled in his heart, and retracted the unnecessary questions.

"Don't worry, friends, we have plenty of time..." Voldemort said softly, "In the thirteen years I lost, many interesting things happened, and those who once resisted us regained some strength. Now August, who has a keen ear, is trapped in Azkaban. Rash actions will only make us lose more friends."

"You are right, Master."

"McNeill."

"I am here, Master..."

The Death Eater named Walton McNeill stood up. He had a big skeleton, but not much flesh on his face. His whole face looked fierce and mean.

In fact, his job was the same. He was an executioner with blood on his hands. He was responsible for executing guilty magical animals in the Ministry of Magic. He loved to chop off the heads of those ferocious animals with an axe in the eyes of horror.

"Contact Greyback and ask him to come back. It's time to recall our loyal servants... Dementors confined in Azkaban, expelled giants, and those horrifying dark creatures..."

"I'll do it immediately." McNeill's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

"Bellatrix, Barty... investigate the situation in Azkaban, our friends are still waiting..."

"Lucius, try to win over the current high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic..."

"..."

The Death Eaters who received the order left one by one, and in the end only Snape was left standing there quietly. After going around all night, it seemed like he was back to the beginning, and he was left alone to face Voldemort.

"Severus..." Voldemort took two steps and stopped in front of him. His cold snake eyes looked back and forth at him, and he said softly, "You should know that I don't completely trust you..."