Chapter 267: End

The two lights met in the air-Harry's wand suddenly vibrated like a power, he clutched it tightly, even if he wanted to let go of it-a thin beam of light connected the two wands, both Not red nor green, but dazzling gold. Harry looked down the beam in surprise, and saw Voldemort's pale, slender fingers holding a trembling wand.
Then completely unprepared, Harry felt his feet off the ground, he and Voldemort both rose into the air, and the two wands were still connected by the flashing gold thread.
The money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly cracked, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs appeared above Harry and Voldemort. The arcs of light intertwined around them, forming a domed gold net, a cage of thousands of light rays.
"Sure enough." Dumbledore looked up at what was happening in the air, his blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lens, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.
The old man stopped, and it seemed he was not in a hurry to attack Voldemort.
Suddenly, a beautiful, fairy-like sound sounded in the air... It came from every filament of the light net that vibrated around Harry and Voldemort. Harry heard it, although he had only heard it once before. This is the song of Phoenix.
For Harry, this voice represented hope...this was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life...he felt the song in his heart and not around him.
"Harry, hold on, maintain the connection." A familiar and sympathetic voice passed through the golden circle and rang in his ear.
This is Dumbledore’s voice. He floats in the air by himself. Principal Dumbledore is at his feet. Even though he is still at a loss, Harry also knows that if his connection with Voldemort is broken, he will fall into a very Bad situation.
Can't break it... But he just thought of it here, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand vibrated more violently...the gold wire connecting him to Voldemort also changed...as if a large bead glide along the light wire--Harry felt the wand shake in his hand, Beads of light began to slide slowly towards him... Beads of light were moving away from Voldemort towards his head, his wand vibrating violently...
As the first bead approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became hot, and he was simply worried that it would burn. The closer the bead was, the harder Harry's wand vibrated. He thought that his wand would certainly not stand the touch of the pearl. His wand seemed to be shattered in his hands soon-
He concentrated all his thoughts and tried to push the light to Voldemort. The sound of Phoenix singing in his ears, his gaze firm, jetting anger... Slowly, slowly, the light trembling stopped, and then slowly began to move towards the other side... Now it is Voldemort's wand Vibrated violently... Voldemort looked shocked, almost scared...
A bead was trembling, only a few inches away from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't know why he did it, or what the result would be...but he had never been so attentive in his life, and he just wanted to push the light beads into the tip of Voldemort's rod... slowly... slowly The ground... the light beads moved along the gold wire...shaking for a moment...connected to the tip of the rod...
Suddenly, Voldemort's wand gave a painful scream, and there was no echo... Then-Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.
The arc of light surrounding the two of them suddenly disappeared, and the two were suddenly exposed to the empty night sky.
Voldemort's arm trembled violently. He wanted to cast magic to prevent him from falling in the air, but found that he temporarily lost control of the wand. The wand seemed to be out of hand at any time.
Thick smoke continued to flow from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Voldemort looked at this scene in panic.
It is still acceptable for him to weaken his strength, because after all this strength is under his control, he can still delve into more profound and evil magic to restore his strength, even better than in the past.
The study of magic is endless.
But now, something really happened beyond his understanding.
"Stop!" He madly reprimanded the purple shirt wand in his hand, increased his grip, and desperately ordered his wand to scream. In the air, there was a faint whine and wailing indistinctly. The sound quickly dissipated in the wind, and the trembling wand finally relieved a little, and began to follow his control again.
Watching the thick smoke begin to condense and form in the middle of the air, Voldemort's brain was spinning rapidly, he had no time to see what the thick smoke would constitute, he thought this might be an opportunity to escape.
"Goodbye, teacher, and the so-called savior, I will come back." Voldemort said unwillingly, then his body suddenly exploded into a plume of light smoke, blended into a thick smoke, and then a hurricane scraped without warning Rising up and blowing off the smoke, the demon escaped like this. If it weren’t for the many Death Eaters lying on the ground, anyone would think they had just hallucinated.
The connection between the wand was broken, and Harry began to fall freely in mid-air. The whistling wind blade seemed to pierce his eardrum. He felt he was about to faint or he was almost unconscious by this time.
But in the last second before he lost consciousness, the corner of his mouth raised, smiling.
Because he saw his parents smiling at him, it was not an illusion.
The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, staring up at him... Harry looked at his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.
"Your dad is here..." she whispered, "he wants to see you... it'll be fine... withstand..."
He really came out...first his head, then his body...the soul of a tall man with disheveled hair, James Potter, rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand and fell to the ground like his wife, straightening up. He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, resounding voice, but the voice was low.
The smoke blown away by Voldemort at the time did not include them.
"Am I going to die? All hallucinations?" This was the last thought in Harry's mind, and he fainted.
"Professor Dumbledore, I haven't seen you for a long time." The gray smoked Porters turned and smiled. At this time, there was still leisure and hello to the old man.
"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time." Dumbledore wiped the moist corners of his eyes and said comfortably.
"It seems that our children are doing pretty well, and they are all under your care." Lily glanced at Harry, who was lying aside, with her green eyes, and she knew that her children were just comatose, and Not too worried.
"Yes." Dumbledore lowered his eyes.
"We won't stay long, I hope you can spend more time to make Harry live a happy life. After all, he lost us and lacked the care of his parents since he was a child." James nodded and pleaded.
"Of course ~EbookFREE.me~ Dumbledore nodded.
"By the way, don't be eccentric. The stinky kid violated the school rules and should be dealt with." James haha ​​laughed.
"Do you think you are like you?" Lily gave her husband a strange look. "Harry must be an obedient student." She said softly.
"Cough." Dumbledore coughed twice. "I think Harry is more like his father at this point." The old man added.
"Okay." Lily lifted her forehead somewhat helplessly.
"Oh, time is up, we should go." The couple said tacitly, their smoky bodies began to gradually become transparent.
"Goodbye." Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and waved at them.
"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore." The couple said together.
A breeze blew through, and the gray smoke dissipated as if it had never appeared.