HP Magic Biography

"How are you thinking about it, Mr. Malfoy..." Fanlin squinted at Malfoy.

Naturally, it is impossible for Malfoy to give up targeting them right now, but it makes Malfoy hesitate.

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

"This thing belongs to Harry, Malfoy," Fanlin said bluntly. "If you want to get it..."

Fanlin didn't say much. Naturally, the prophecy could not be handed over to Voldemort. This is of no benefit to them, but 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 do anything with Fanlin now. He needed Fanlin to explain what he had said before, but now it seems...

"Let's go, Harry..." Fanlin pushed Harry. Facing Malfoy, Fanlin naturally had no experience to take care of Harry, and the prophecy in Harry's hand...

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

Fanlin said, ignoring Malfoy's silence and 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 delay time.

Sirius, they couldn't stop Voldemort for too long...

"Potter..." A scream came from nowhere, and then there was a sly laughter, which was very familiar and came from Bellatrix.

Voldemort's pressure was too great, and only a few people could block it together, even at all...

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

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

"Hand over the prophecy ball!" Malfoy said, and Fanlin's merciless spell was greeted him.

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

Under the light, Malfoy had to protect his eyes.

"Let's go..." Fanlin pulled Harry a hand, ignoring Sirius, and quickly ran outside.

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 could not think of how Sirius would fail. As for death...

Fanlin's wand was picked up, and the surrounding crystal ball shot at Malfoy like a bullet.

Malfoy is no trouble, Voldemort is here, he can't...

"Be careful!"

Harry pulled a handful of Fanlin, and then, a red glow exchanged with the green light that hit Fanlin's body, and on the other end, a pale face and snake-like pupils were staring at Fanlin coldly. .

"Hydrojet!"

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

Along with Fanlin's palm of his hand, a blade-like current of water fell towards Voldemort's body.

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

To Fanlin's surprise, his curse couldn't even cut Voldemort's skin.

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

It seemed that the two of them completely angered Voldemort, and the curse that was originally linked by the wand shone in an instant.

There was no James or Lily's soul this time, and Harry took a few steps back and almost knocked out the wand in his hand.

...

"Run, Harry!"

Fanlin took Harry and ran away without turning his head. It was an extremely unexpected thing that the two of them hurt Voldemort just now. As for defeating...

I am afraid, this is only a dream for a fool.

Fanlin took Harry and ran outside quickly. At this moment, Fanlin had never had hope...I hope Dumbledore will appear here immediately, and Voldemort came faster than he thought...

"We... Where are we going..." Harry was dressed roughly, but didn't mean to stop at all.

There were no other people around, and even the sound of fighting could not be heard.

"Let's go up." Fanlin said. If Voldemort would 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, it will be the first time. Can only appear there.

In a panic, two people squeezed into the elevator.

Under Voldemort's pressure, Harry hoped that the **** elevator would be faster, and even the hand holding the prophecy ball sweated.

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

He could hear the sound of an elevator running ahead; he speeded up, ran over the corner, and slammed his fist on the button to call another elevator. The elevator descended slowly; as soon as the iron door opened, Harry and Fanlin flashed in, and now they fisted the button marked ‘Lobby’. The door was closed, and he was ascending now. Before the elevator door opened completely, Harry squeezed out.

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

The two quickly ran across the golden fountain, and there was no sign of flames rising in the fireplace of the Floo net below.

"You two, it's fine..." Voldemort's scarlet eyes appeared not far away from the two of them, like wind and sand. Voldemort's figure was hidden in a mist. Then Fanlin saw Voldemort's One foot stepped out of the wind and sand.

"Now, can you still escape there?"

Fanlin carefully observed Voldemort's body, the scar he had caused had disappeared without a trace, and there was only a faint trace on Voldemort's body.

"So, what do you plan to do? Give me the crystal ball." Voldemort stretched out a hand and waited for Harry to hand it over 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 am not your cowardly men, Voldemort... what you want... whether it's the Philosopher’s Stone or the orb, I think the choices I made are the same."

With that said, Harry banged the prophetic ball in his hand to the ground.

A faint mist rose from the fragments, and for a moment, Harry heard his wailing, Voldemort's screaming, and the low voice of a woman.

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

"No..." Voldemort yelled, but the abnormal noise just now also affected him. He couldn't do anything, and Fanlin didn't react at all. Harry would be so decisive.

Obviously, Voldemort was here, and they couldn't keep the crystal ball at all. Destroying nature was the most correct choice.

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

"Why don't I dare!" Harry said stiffly. He also felt a pity for the prophecy, but rather than letting Voldemort get him...

Bang...

The two flew out at the same time. Before Fanlin could even react, he slammed into the wall behind, and Harry was at the other end opposite him.

"I'm not you, Voldemort..." Harry felt a splitting headache. It was the effect of the scar, but Harry still braced himself, "I'm very happy..."

"I have nothing to say to you, Potter," Voldemort said quietly. "You have bored me for a long time. Avadazo fate!"

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

But the golden headless wizard statue in the fountain suddenly came alive, jumping from its base and falling between Harry and Voldemort. When the statue stretched out its arms to protect Harry, the curse only brushed across its chest.

"What—?" Voldemort shouted, looking around. Then he took a breath, "Dumbledore!"

Harry looked over Voldemort, his heart beating wildly. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gate. Voldemort raised his wand, and then another green light shot at Dumbledore.

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

Dumbledore spun his cloak and disappeared. In a blink of an eye, he reappeared behind Voldemort, waving his wand toward the remaining statue in the fountain. The remaining statues also came alive. The statue of the witch rushed towards Bellatrix. Before it pressed her down, Bella yelled and fired a non-working spell on its chest.

The statue nailed her to the ground.

At the same time, statues of goblins and house elves rushed to the fireplace by the wall, and the one-armed horseman flew towards Voldemort, but he disappeared and reappeared by the pool. The headless statue pushed Harry back hard, away from the fight, while Dumbledore walked towards Voldemort, golden horsemen jogging around them.

"It's stupid to be here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said quietly. "Aurors are on their way here—"

"I'll be gone when they arrive, and you are dead!" Voldemort roared. He cast another death curse on Dumbledore but it did not hit, but hit the security desk, which caught fire. Dumbledore shook his wand suddenly; when the spell passed by, the power it radiated was so powerful that even the protected Harry felt his hair stand up. This time Voldemort was forced to conjure a shiny silver shield out of thin air to stop it. No matter what the spell was, it didn't cause obvious damage to the shield, it just made the sound of a gong—a strange trembling sound.

"You don't want to kill me, Dumbledore?" Voldemort said, his scarlet eyes narrowed into the shield. "It just tortured me cruelly, right?"

"We all know that there are other ways to destroy a person, Tom," Dumbledore said quietly, and continued to walk towards Voldemort, as if there was nothing in this world that could scare him, as if nothing could stop him. He is the same. "I admit that taking your life alone will not satisfy me—"

"Nothing is worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort roared. "You are so wrong," Dumbledore still walked towards Voldemort and said softly, as if they were discussing issues while drinking. Harry felt a little scared when he saw him walking forward so desperately. He wanted to issue a warning, but his headless bodyguard pressed him tightly against the wall and prevented him from rushing out.

"That's true, your incomprehension of'there is something 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 horseman, rushing before Dumbledore, and was blown into hundreds of fragments. But before the fragments hit the ground, Dumbledore drew his wand and waved it as if he was dancing a whip. A long thin flame flew from the tip of the rod; it surrounded Voldemort and his shield. For a while, Dumbledore seemed to have won, but then the matchstick became a snake.

The snake broke away from Voldemort and turned to Dumbledore, making a hissing sound. Voldemort disappeared; the snake leaped from the ground to attack. When Voldemort reappeared, there was an explosion over Dumbledore. Voldemort was standing on the base where the five statues were standing in the middle of the pool.

"Be 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 attacked. Fox suddenly flew in front of Dumbledore, opened his beak and swallowed the entire green light; he fell to the ground and burned ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and was reborn in the ashes.

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

At the same time, the water in the pool rose to cover Voldemort. For a while, Voldemort turned into a black, invisible, gleaming, fuzzy image; it was obvious that he was trying to get the water away. Then he left, and the water column fell back into the pool, and the splashed water wet the floor.

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

It was obvious that everything was over. It was obvious that Voldemort had decided to escape. Harry tried to get out from behind the statue, but Dumbledore shouted, "Where are you, Harry!"

For the first time, there was fear in Dumbledore's voice. Harry didn't understand why; they were the only ones in the hall that were empty, the weeping Bellatrix was still trapped under the statue of the witch, and the newborn Fox screamed weakly on the floor.

Suddenly, Harry's scar broke open, and he knew he was dying; it was unimaginable pain, unbearable pain. He left the hall, he was circled by a man with red eyes, they were so closely connected that Harry didn't know where their bodies were; they became one, connected by pain, and he couldn't escape. Drop. At this moment, the man spoke. He was using Harry's mouth, so in extreme pain, Harry felt his jaw move.

"Kill me, Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't see anything, he was dying, every part of his body was eager for liberation, and Harry felt that the man was using him again.

"If there is nothing to die, Dumbledore, then kill this kid!"