People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

However, the black mist did not harm him, and Voldemort backed away again, taking human form.

He holds two wands in his hands.

"The last time you escaped from my hand, it wasn't that you really had the power to resist me, but because our wands used the same core."

He folded it lightly, and Harry's wand was directly split in two.

"Now, you have nothing to rely on."

He raised his wand slowly and pointed it at Harry.

"I gave you a fair chance to fight last time, but this time I'm not in the mood."

"You wasted my healing materials, but I think your flesh and blood would be a better choice."

"Say your last words, Harry - Pott -"

Harry suddenly paled.

Although he was mentally prepared, when death really came, he still felt extremely panicked.

"Voldemort!"

He gritted his teeth: "You noseless—"

"Avada ate a big melon!" The green light hit Harry directly, and the next second, Harry fell back on the ground, out of breath.

Looking at Harry's body, Voldemort suddenly felt a sharp pain deep in his soul, and he realized that the strange bond between himself and Harry Potter had disappeared.

He froze for a moment, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

"The power of that prophecy has disappeared?"

"I killed Harry Potter with my own hands!"

"Savior? Huh." He suddenly became happy: "So, the future can really be changed. The prophecy of the savior has long been meaningless. Only fools will believe it."

"Then, the prophecies spoken by the magician, as long as I am strong enough, can also change him."

"Just wait, when I recover, I will rule the world again!"

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing.

"Hey hey!"

However, his laughter was interrupted by an abrupt, extremely harsh voice.

The sound was extremely unique, as if countless birds were screaming, and as if countless fingernails were scraping against the glass, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

Voldemort was deeply impressed by this sound, because the last time he heard this sound, his upper body was torn off directly. If it wasn't for the existence of the Horcrux, he would have died at that moment.

"Silence!"

His eyes widened suddenly, and he saw those black threads mixed with raging flames and the black mist that contained a strong sense of destruction rushing towards him from outside the cave.

He didn't dare to face it head-on, and waved his wand directly, intending to apparate.

but failed.

"Someone has disturbed this area with magic!"

Voldemort didn't have time to think too much, and silently approached him. He didn't want to let his flesh and blood touch this pervasive thing again. Facts proved that his spell of turning into black mist was meaningless to this thing. He quickly cast a spell on himself. An impregnable defensive spell, and then waved the wand, and the monstrous Fiendfire hit Mo Moran.

Silently, he hesitated for a while in front of Fiendfire's power, and then rushed over with a more ferocious posture, directly extinguishing Fiendfire, and countless black silk threads containing destructive magic power hit the defensive spell.

At this moment, Voldemort felt that his defensive spell was in jeopardy, and the silent attack power was simply unimaginable.

He quickly strengthened the defensive spell, and at the same time flew up, separated the stones above his head with the spell, trying to escape directly through the mountain.

Silently sticking to the defensive spell all the time, frantically tearing apart Voldemort's magic power.

"Disgusting thing!"

Voldemort let out a low growl. He has many ways to deal with Moran. He can easily defeat ordinary Moran. Even the one in front of him can pass through if he is in his prime and has enough space. Apparate to circle around, slowly consuming the opponent's power.

But the space here is too closed, and the silent power in front of him is too powerful.

If he fought against the opponent's attack, Voldemort could predict that he would be the first to be unable to hold on—Moran's thing itself was shaped by magic power, and if there was no external force, the instinct of attacking with the body would not be able to survive. Consume the opponent's strength.

"It must be the magician's conspiracy! He came to the door!"

"I have to escape quickly to have room to maneuver."

"This area's blockade against apparition is not strong, as long as you free your hand, you can easily break it."

"At that time, the magician will not be able to stop me from leaving!"

After thinking about the tactics slowly, he finally saw the starlight above his head, and he directly opened a passage through the whole mountain with his magical power.

But before Voldemort could be happy, suddenly, the starlight was blocked by shadows.

Then, monstrous flames poured in from top to bottom from that passage.

It was the dragon's flame containing a strong magical aura, and it was also an attack that Voldemort could not easily withstand.

At this time, Voldemort's situation suddenly became awkward. Above was the giant dragon blocking the road, and below was silently chasing and killing him, and he was stuck in the passage, because the offensive of Long Yan and silently wanted to destroy him almost instantly. Defensive spell, so that he has no spare energy to cast other spells.

He was stuck in the mountain.

But Moran and Smaug were not embarrassed, especially Smaug, he almost laughed out loud. He was still thinking about how to quickly resolve this war. After all, when he dealt with Voldemort last time, he was already deeply troubled by apparition. , but the other party actually sent him to a dead end?
"Is the wizard's brain stored on the nose?"

Smaug's laughter resounded all over the world, but the dragon flames in his mouth never ceased, and the rocks even began to melt, pouring towards Voldemort's head and face.

The defensive spell against magical attacks failed to defend against the scorching substances of these entities. Voldemort in the black mist let out a shrill scream, and the release of the spell stopped immediately.

The result was obvious, silently thrusting upwards, Voldemort's body was directly torn into pieces.

This time, no remnants escaped, and the last Horcrux had just been destroyed by Voldemort himself.

He can only perish completely in the endless unwillingness.

"Master, the task is completed."

Smaug glanced down with his golden pupils, confirmed Voldemort's death, flew back dully, and commented:

"Vulnerable!"

"It's not as easy as you imagined, although it's easier than I imagined." Tang Sen was a little speechless about Voldemort's defeat so quickly. He also prepared a lot of means to prevent Voldemort from escaping. Injury, the other party must still have a lot of tricks hidden.

As a result, the opponent made the worst choice during the battle, and sent him away without any means.

"Sure enough, the brain is still very important."

No matter how much Townsend complained in his heart, Snape rushed directly into the cave immediately.

Silently, he had already started to restrain his body, and Snape who rushed to the depths of the cave saw Harry's body completely lying on the ground.

Apparently, Tang Sen had given instructions before.

Snape felt slightly relieved, and hurried over to check Harry Potter's breath.

died.

He was startled at first, and then felt a surge of extreme sadness, almost pulling away all his strength, making him shake and almost couldn't stand up.

Da da da.

Footsteps came from behind, Snape knew who it was, he turned his head suddenly, and growled like a beast: "Didn't you say you saw the future!"

"You lied to me! You just want him to die!"

Tang Sen didn't speak, the pendant in his hand was hanging down, slowly turning clockwise.

"Professor Snape, you are questioning me again."

He walked in front of Harry Potter and said, "Don't worry, his soul is still in his body."

"A fortuneteller is infallible."

Well, the bet won anyway.

It is good for the fortuneteller to know the specific situation.

(End of this chapter)