Vol 2 Chapter 700: Flashback spell

"Do not!"
Voldemort let out a roar, and Harry jumped, but Harry was not distracted by this. On the contrary, Voldemort forced the light bead back again because of his anger.
Fanlin naturally heard Voldemort's roar, but what did it have to do with him? One of them was going to die anyway, Nagini or something, if they were killed, they would be killed.
Fanlin shook his head, and returned his gaze to the Death Eater.
Since Nagini is dead, of course, Fanlin has no reason to stay here.
Fanlin controls the calendar fire curse to fall towards the previous spell, like a combination of oil and fire, whether it is snow or flame, these are all inspired by Fanlin’s magic power, and the calendar fire curse swallows everything, naturally It is not difficult to light a piece of ice and snow.
In almost an instant, the original ice and snow world turned into a sea of ​​flames. I have to say that this is an interesting attempt. Fanlin has been wondering whether to combine the calendar fire spell with his own magic.
The collision power of the two extreme spells is naturally huge.
It was like detonating the entire space, the continuous explosion sound accompanied by a whirlwind of flame swallowed everything around in an instant.
These are the effects of the Calendar Fire Curse. I have to admit that the current magic is almost out of Fanlin's control. A small range of Calendar Fire Curse Fanlin can still control, but such a large range...
Fanlin narrowed his eyes slightly...
"Well, forget it, it's Voldemort's headache anyway." Fanlin shook his head, he was not able to take back these magic powers, and the continuous large amount of extraction made Fanlin's body suffer all the time.
Sure enough, it's better to use less of magic stones...
Unlike Fanlin, Harry seemed to have found a way, but Harry wasn't sure if it worked.
In fact, Harry didn't understand why he did it, or what use it was. But he concentrated on—he had never done this before—forcing the light bead into Voldemort's wand.
This is a difficult thing, but Fanlin alone blocked the burden of Death Eaters...
Slowly and slowly, it moved along the golden beam of light, it vibrated for a while, and finally arrived.
For a moment, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain, and the sound kept echoing.
Voldemort's surprised red eyes widened-a smoking hand floated from the top of the wand, and then disappeared-it was the ghost of Crouch's hand that he had cut off.
At this time there were more painful shouts, and a bigger thing began to emerge from the top of the Voldemort wand, a gray one that seemed to be made of the strongest and densest smoke. The big thing...that's a human head...and then the chest and arms...that's the body of Percy Zorkins.
Harry was amazed. He saw it in the newspaper, but he didn't understand why...
If Harry let go of his wand out of surprise, everything would end here. But instinct made Harry hold his wand tightly, so the golden beam of light remained intact.
Even the thick gray soul of Percy Zorkins (is that a soul? It looks hard as solid.) all emerged from the end of Voldemort's wand, as if he was squeezed out of a very narrow tunnel.
The shadow of Zorkins stood up, looked up and down at the golden beam of light, and began to speak.
"Harry, hold on," Zorkins said.
Her voice seemed to come from a distance, echoing in the air.
Harry looked at Voldemort—his big red eyes still showed surprise, he, like Harry, didn't expect these things to happen. Dimly, Harry heard the horrified screams of the Death Eaters. There is no doubt that Fanlin’s curse has caused them enough damage. Through the mist, Harry can clearly understand Feel the cold before and the heat afterwards.
More painful shouts came from the wand, and then another thing appeared from the top of it—this was the shadow of another human head, followed by arms and other bodies—this was an old man, ha Lee had seen him in a dream, and now he is just like Percy Yuetoday, squeezing himself out of the top of the wand... his soul, or his shadow, or something, fell on Next to Percy Zorkins, he observed Harry and Voldemort, the golden net and the wand that was connected by the beam of light. He leaned on his crutches and did not appear to be very surprised...
"He's a real wizard, isn't he?" the old man said, looking at Holdemot. "That person killed me, boy, and defeated him."
At this time, another head has appeared.
The head was as gray as a statue, it was the head of a woman... Harry saw her fall to the ground and stood up like everyone else, watching. Harry tried his best to squeeze his wand, but his arms were still shaking...
"Don't let go!" she cried, her voice echoing in the air like Cedric's, as if coming from a distance.
"Don't let him beat you, Harry. Don't let go!" She and the other two black shadows began to walk, along the inside of the golden mesh wall.
The victims who were killed by Voldemort circled around the duel, and they whispered as they walked, encouraging words to Harry and hissing to Voldemort.
Fanlin couldn't help but put most of his attention on Harry's side. He roughly understood something, and he was also looking forward to something...
The fighting outside continued, and the Death Eaters rushed into Fanlin’s defense line frantically, and Fanlin did not relax. More and more flames turned into a big net. He had to win Harry enough. time.
At this time, Voldemort’s wand appeared another head. When Harry saw him, he knew who he would be~EbookFREE.me~ Ever since Percy Zorkins appeared from that wand, Harry seemed to be there. Waiting for him to appear. He knows who he will be, because this man who is about to appear is what he thinks of every night.
It was a tall man with messy hair in the smoky shadow. He fell to the ground like Percy, stood up and looked at Harry. Harry looked back at his father's ghostly face, shaking his arms even harder.
"Your mother is coming..." He said calmly, "She wants to see you. She will be better soon. Keep going."
She came... first her head, then her body... a young woman with long hair-with Lily. Potter's smoky appearance-emerged from the end of Voldemort's wand.
She fell to the ground like her husband and stood up.
She approached Harry and looked down at him. She spoke in the same voice as everyone else, as if it was coming from a distance, reverberating, but quietly, so Voldemort couldn't hear it. Voldemort was surrounded by his victims, his face was now angry and frightened.