Vol 2 Chapter 698: Mutation

Fanlin's face was a little dark, and the ghost knew why he would say such meaningless words.
At this time, Fanlin appeared behind everyone. Of course, Fox on his shoulders did not come into contact with Fanlin along with Fanlin. This was the key to catching Nagini.
Many Death Eaters were in an uproar, and Voldemort turned around at once, "Vanlin El!"
The blood red pupils shine more brightly.
The look of this boy, Voldemort will never forget, like Harry Potter, these two little ghosts.
Voldemort will never forget his failures, the night in Gochuk Valley, the dungeon of Hogwarts, and the failure of last summer...
These places, if it wasn't for the two little ghosts now...
"Damn, you all deserve to die!" Voldemort's eyes burst into an unimaginable light of hatred.
Many Death Eaters looked stunned. They were touched behind by a little wizard, but none of them noticed. Obviously, this was something that everyone couldn't accept.
They all knew that these two little wizards had shattered the plan of the great Dark Duke Voldemort countless times. This was what they all saw.
There is no doubt that this time...
No one can be sure, who is next.
Arrived here... Righteous Master of the Ministry of Magic? Or Dumbledore?
"You really disappointed me..." Fanlin said calmly, "It's not a coincidence, but I think your party should end here."
"Fan Lin!" Harry's eyes lit up, and Fan Lin's presence here at the moment was obviously a great encouragement to Harry.
It was Fanlin who had spoken to him before, hiding by the phantom body curse, and now he jumped out, obviously confident.
Maybe, really...
"Be careful, Harry." Fanlin's expression was awe-inspiring, and he hadn't seen the wand effect between Harry and Voldemort that Dumbledore said so far.
Triggering the front curse of the flashback, obviously, this can only be done by the curse of two people.
"Do it, Harry, as I said before, Voldemort can't beat you at all, believe me, let's get out of...here..."
Fanlin drew out his magic wand, and in just an instant, the magical power that the Philosopher's Stone had led out continuously gathered from the wrist.
Just like in the Quidditch World Cup, the dazzling blue light instantly spread from Fanlin's body.
"Damn it, you are all going to die!" Voldemort yelled angrily, and Fanlin's appearance touched the original peaceful state of mind.
"You, kill him!" Voldemort yelled, but before the Death Eaters had time to move, Harry moved first.
Voldemort was ready for a long time, ready to kill Harry, and Harry was the same. His standing up meant that Harry was going to confront Voldemort. When Harry shouted: "eus (except your weapon)!" Voldemort finally couldn't stand it.
"Avadakedavra (Avadakedavra)!"
When a beam of red light jetted from Harry's wand, Voldemort's wand also shot a bleak green light, and they met in the air.
Immediately afterwards, the sparks produced by the magical collision replaced the color of the entire space.
Fanlin was a little nervous. He wasn't sure if Harry could really stop Voldemort. Until now, too many things were out of his control, just like Dumbledore.
There is no doubt that just relying on an incomplete memory is not enough to master everyone.
However, this is already a very high starting point, at least...
Suddenly, Harry's wand vibrated, as if an electric current was passing through it.
But Harry's hand still held it tightly, and he wouldn't let it go as long as he wanted.
A narrow beam of light connects the two wands. It is neither red nor green, but it is bright and deep golden.
Harry stared at the beam of light in surprise, and along the beam of Harry he saw Voldemort's long, white fingers holding the wand tightly, and the wand vibrating.
Then, without Harry being prepared, he felt his feet leave the ground. Both he and Voldemort rose into the air, their wands still connected by the twinkling golden beam of light.
They were sliding away from the tombstone of Voldemort's father, and finally stopped on a clean, graveless ground. The Death Eaters yelled. They were asking Voldemort for instructions. They re-formed a circle around Harry and Voldemort.
Snakes slid on their heels, and some of them were pulling out their wands.
And Fanlin stood in front of all the Death Eaters like that...
The golden beams of light connecting Harry and Voldemort are splitting: the wands are still connected, and the branches of thousands of lights arc on their heights, crossing them in a cross shape until they are surrounded by one. The golden, circular net forms a cage of light.
The Death Eaters outside surrounded the Fanlin like a pack of jackals, and it was strange that their shouts became blurred.
"Leave us alone." Voldemort screamed at the corpse eaters. "Kill the other one!"
Harry saw that he was surprised at what had happened, his eyes opened wider, and he was trying to break the beam of light that was still connected to him and Harry's wand.
Harry hastened to hold the wand tighter with both hands. The golden beam of light is still intact.
"Damn it, kill the other one soon, I can solve it here!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters. Suddenly, a mysterious and beautiful voice rang out in the air. This voice came from every piece of the net spun with light. The light echoed around Harry and Voldemort.
Harry recognized this voice, although he had only heard it once before...what a beautiful song...it was Harry's voice of hope, the most beautiful and delightful voice he had heard in his life. He felt the sound not only ringing around him, but also getting into his body.
The voice connected him and Voldemort, like a friend whispering in his ear.
"Don't disconnect the connected beam of light."
I know, Harry said to the voice, I know I must not... but when he thinks this way, the situation gets worse.
His wand shook harder than before, and the beam of light between him and Voldemort changed.
There seemed to be many large beads of light sliding back and forth on the beam of light between the wands. When the beads started to slide slowly and steadily, Harry felt the wand in his hand shake.
Now the light bead began to move towards him from Voldemort~EbookFREE.me~ He felt his wand vibrated in anger.
When the first light bead got closer and closer to the top of Harry's wand, the temperature of the log in his hand became very high, and he was worried that it would catch on fire. The closer the light beads got, the more Harry's wand vibrated.
He was sure that if this continued, his wand would not be able to bear it, it seemed to be shattered in his hands.
He concentrated his every energy, forcing the light bead to slide towards Voldemort, his ears were filled with beautiful singing, and his eyes were staring furiously...Slowly, slowly, the light bead vibrated It stopped; then, also slowly, it began to move in another direction. Now Voldemort's wand began to vibrate violently.
All this is beyond everyone's cognition, no one knows what kind of curse this is, I have never seen it before.
Perhaps this is the so-called destiny, the fate between the Dark Lord and the warrior, they will finally decide a life and death, just today or another time.
Maybe the Dark Lord will fail...
()