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460 Threat
460 Threat
The Transfiguration Spell twisted the creation, and every time Harry took a step, it condensed into a ladder that he could step on safely.
This is an alchemical creation whose power even surprised Geralt.
But Harry was sure it wouldn't do Voldemort any harm.
He jumped a few steps to the top of his head.
Under him, the ice layer sealed Voldemort for less than ten seconds, cracked and cracked, and finally overwhelmed, it exploded with a bang, intertwined with smoke and rain, forming a large misty cloud.
"It's no use, Potter!" Voldemort yelled, looking up.
Harry didn't speak.
He raised his empty left hand—he hadn't pulled out the sword all this time, and made a handprint, and slammed it hard.
Arden's seal!
The purple light lingered, and the runes formed an array.
Voldemort's magic power that supported him to fly failed, and his body was heavy, falling towards the ground.
It was difficult for him to manipulate his body for a while.
With a wave of Harry's wand, the ice cracked, and he adjusted his posture, stepping on Voldemort's face.
Only then did Voldemort adjust his magic power, please ask for the interference of the sign of Arden, and prepare to fly again.
Yes. This foot.
Make him lose his balance again.
Together with Harry, it hit the ground hard, sending up a cloud of smoke.
The magic power surged, and the stone python also fell, biting its head and tail, and circled around.
"Albus!" Harry called out.
Dumbledore turned his head, and a steel fence grew on the stone python's body. He understood what Harry wanted to do.Geralt rushed to cover and took a picture of Alder's sign. With the help of the decoction, a huge shock wave overturned the group of people in front of him.
He raised his wand.
Fences grow faster.
When Voldemort came back to his senses, he was already trapped in the cage, with a huge shadow cast, rain, frost and snow were not hindered, and were still dripping from the wide gap.
But that gap is not enough for a person to fly out.
What's more. This is a magical creation.
Dumbledore and Potter's magic.
"Now, it's time for the real contest." Harry looked at Voldemort with a flat tone.
Voldemort smiled coldly: "It took so much effort to let me fall to the ground?"
"At that time, you should find a way to cast a death curse on me, so that you might be able to kill me."
Harry put his hand into the sorting hat: "Do you still have a soul?"
"Tear yourself apart, now in your body, is it still you?"
"It's useless to say these things to me." Voldemort was not at all moved. "Think I'm someone who struggles with a little bit of contradictory words?"
He watched as Harry drew his sword and waved his wand.
Bai Shuang rushed towards him violently.
The cage was a constraint for him, and why not for Harry.
"I thought you were wise." Voldemort smiled contemptuously. "Didn't swing that sword stupidly, and still did?"
"A sword?"
"What can you do with just a sword?"
Harry didn't speak, turned over to avoid Hoarfrost, and only sent contact for a moment. Not only did Quinn collapse, but even the armor became weak, and it was almost impossible to maintain it.
It is sucking magic.
"Potter, you've slowed down." Voldemort chuckled. "Oh, no, I've become stronger."
"see it?"
"With time and battles, I will not be consumed, but will only become stronger."
He raised his hands.
The monstrous magic power surged, almost covering the entire cage.
Harry flicked his wand, but the magic wasn't against Voldemort, or hindering Hoarfrost, it was weather spells.
The thunder was bigger and the rainstorm was more intense.
He took out the thunder potion and swallowed it in one gulp.
Magic power boils in the body.
He took out another bottle of golden potion - this is Blizzard, a potion improved by Professor Snape based on Felix Elixir.
The world seems to slow down.
The magic was smoother, and Harry's vision changed a little bit, and he could see the magic more clearly.
In the cage, there are two distinct halves.
As white as a bone, it belonged to Voldemort.
The other is his own, pale gold.
Just from the level of magic power, he is not inferior to Voldemort.
Two bottles of potions?
Voldemort sneered. He had heard Snape mention that Potter always had some unrealistic fantasies, thinking that he wanted to develop his own potions before he became a master of potions. Because of some reasons why Snape was unwilling to speak, he had to help Potter.However, those potions looked extremely absurd in his eyes, using toxicity to catalyze the medicinal power, to ordinary wizards, it was simply ringing the clock to countdown to death.
"Potter, it seems that you are cornered." Voldemort said softly.
Harry said blankly, "Really?"
He bowed his waist, exerted strength on his feet, and rushed towards him.
Voldemort waved his wand, and Hoarfrost struck left and right, like a poisonous snake biting.
but.
Harry just dodged, and at a strange angle, he got through the gap between the two strands of hoarfrost, and even the golden shield he put on again was not damaged.
That bottle of golden potion is Felicia? But it doesn't look very similar.
He didn't have time to think.
Harry was already there, Gryffindor sword raised.
Voldemort didn't flicker much, raised his wand with a smirk, and was about to recite the spell.
The sword cut to the body.
"Avada" has also blurted out.
But he couldn't pronounce the last few syllables, and his voice was terrified: "What did you do?"
The body was torn apart, and the pain hit.
It's not strong, but it's there.
Voldemort's eyes were full of horror, and at this moment, Harry adjusted his body to avoid the direction his wand was pointing at, and then slashed with his sword diagonally, stabbing towards the heart, piercing through.
Another pain.
Voldemort felt his body begin to grow weaker.
None of this affects anything.
The problem is, they shouldn't have them.
Voldemort drives his wand, and Frost strikes, taking himself and Harry together, to be buried together.
Harry had to dodge back.
Taking advantage of the situation, Voldemort merged with Hoarfrost, flowing to the other side of the prison.
"Your voice is even more frightening." Harry said softly. He raised his sword and put his hand in the air. "Isn't it a surprise?"
Voldemort said nothing, staring at the two wounds on his body.
One left arm, one chest.
None of them are fatal. Hoarfrost gathers at one point and one point, but it is difficult to heal itself as quickly as before. A layer of oil is tiny, but firmly and strongly hinders it.
"Plaster?" His voice was surprised and he couldn't believe it.
His seemingly impeccable body was restrained by a small plaster?
Harry flicked his wand, and the cloud swirled, and he dashed forward, disappearing into the visual barrier.
There was no reply.
Voldemort was more careful and tried his best to dodge, but the cage was only that big. After several confrontations, Harry stabbed him with a sword again, poking a hole at the position of his right elbow.
A hole not much wider than your middle finger.
But it made Voldemort even more flustered.
He really... has a way to threaten his own life.
(End of this chapter)