Vol 2 Chapter 701: Block and escape

Outside the light curtain, Fanlin was blocking the Death Eaters from approaching as much as possible.
In fact, Fanlin didn't quite understand that these Death Eaters, according to their loyalty, shouldn't have launched such a crazy impact.
Moreover, Fanlin didn't know how long Harry could hold on, and Voldemort.
But what can be confirmed is that the person Fanlin wants to meet should not come out.
Only those who got out of Voldemort's wand were killed on the spot, otherwise, the soul would not be absorbed by the wand at all.
That being the case, what should be done now is to return to Hogwarts instead of staying here to continue the entanglement.
This was not a wise decision. Fanlin’s two mighty magics had already been blocked by the Death Eaters at first, and now these Death Eaters are sending out desperate lives across the world of the Calendar Fire Curse. attack.
Fortunately, not far from him is the confrontation between Voldemort and Harry. Otherwise, the Avada Spell is naturally unavoidable.
With a wave of Fanlin's hand, a bright blue magic power instantly activated the door key.
"Hurry up, Harry!" Fanlin shouted, "Time is running out."
Naturally Harry knew it too, but after he disconnected now, he would not be able to bring trouble to Voldemort at all.
"Very well, Harry, I think, you should listen to your friend and go to that boy." James was obviously aware of Fanlin's condition, and they didn't have so much time to relive the past.
"When the beam of light breaks, we will only stay for a while. But we will buy you time. You must go to the boy, and the door key will take you back to Hogwarts. Understand, Harry?"
"Yes!" Harry gasped, trying to squeeze his wand-it was sliding in his fingers. "Harry," Lily's shadow whispered, "Never leave your friends..."
"I will." Harry replied, squeezing his wand with all his strength. "Let go now."
James Porter whispered, "Get ready to escape, let go now..."
"Now!" Harry shouted, not knowing how long he could hold on. He twisted his wand suddenly and threw it into the air. So the golden beam of light broke, the cage formed by the light disappeared, and the beautiful singing also disappeared, but the souls of Voldemort's victims did not disappear. They approached Voldemort to block him and prevent him from seeing Harry.
Harry ran at the fastest speed in his life, and as he passed by knocked down two corpse cannibals who were stunned.
He ran zigzag behind the tombstone, moving as close to Fanlin as possible.
Harry could feel the curses of the corpse-eaters following him, and he heard them hit the stone tombstone.
"Hurry up, Harry," Fanlin said loudly.
Fanlin's wand regained a huge amount of magic power, just like a moon rising on the ground.
"Repelloinimicum (to drive out the enemy)!"
The huge blue halo produced an irresistible impetus, and in an instant, all the Death Eaters were pushed away by Fanlin's curse.
"You trash, leave them two soon." Voldemort yelled, but then Fanlin saw James Potter pounce on Voldemort's face.
It seemed that he punched Voldemort fiercely, mixing the magic of Voldemort and Harry, and these dead souls exploded with amazing potential.
"Harry, take it." Fanlin put the door key into Harry's hand. "Remember, tell Dumbledore about the things here when you go back."
"Okay, but Cedric..." Harry nodded heavily, but...
In a panic, Fanlin hurriedly glanced at the manor not far away.
Tefrey didn't seem to plan to come over, naturally, Cedric, who was already alive and dead...
"I don't have time to worry about him, Harry, you leave here first and leave the rest to me." Fanlin said hurriedly. He glanced at the door key, and through the activation of magic, the door key was almost activated. He only needs to resist for a while.
Fanlin and Harry began to rush away.
In fact, these dead souls could not last for too long. Just when Fanlin could withstand the next wave of attacks, Voldemort eventually tore those souls to pieces.
Harry felt like someone had hammered his chest heavily. He watched Voldemort kill his parents again, but he was helpless.
"Harry, hit the attention." Fanlin said quickly, and the excessive extraction of the power of the magic stone made his body aching.
"How are you?"
"It doesn't matter, there is no big problem." Fanlin said, and with a wave of his looking back, an ice wall separated the two sides.
"Listen, Harry, you have to go back, whether they believe it or not, but you have to tell them that Voldemort has returned."
Voldemort is back, this topic is a bit heavy, but this is the fact, unavoidable, the man came back and launched revenge on him.
But the question is, will everyone believe it?
Harry now knows exactly what the Ministry of Magic is like, and he doesn’t talk about everything about Voldemort. For example, when Voldemort was in the first grade, and at the Quidditch World Cup, the Ministry of Magic chose The way is to avoid talking.
Harry knew exactly what impact such news could have.
It was like when he was in the second grade, he was identified as the heir to Slytherin.
"I'll tell them." Harry said, and he clenched the trophy of the Three Witch Fighting Contest. "It's almost done. Let's leave together."
Fanlin glanced at the Goblet of Fire, then looked at Harry again.
Before Fanlin could reply, the wall condensed by ice crystals exploded in the next second.
"Bombarda Maxima (Powerful Blasting Curse)!"
This was Voldemort's curse. Obviously, Fanlin was able to withstand the attacks of a few Death Eaters with his huge magic power, but Fanlin's power seemed a little weak against Voldemort's curse.
"Let's go quickly," Fanlin yelled, and with a wave of his hand, one after another obstacle spells hit out without any adhesion.
The chance of red or green light exploded almost instantly.
Fanlin vaguely felt that he was blocking a few, but who was blocking specifically, Fanlin didn't have time to see.
Fanlin slapped a door key fiercely, "Quickly leave, Harry!"
"let's go together."
"Oh, leave me alone." Fanlin yelled, he leaped forward, and then dropped Harry to the ground, "I can leave by myself."
"Can you leave by yourself?" Harry asked, "But..."
"Don't say so much, get out of here quickly." Fan Lin gave Harry a violent push, and Fan Lin added the last trace of magic power.
Suddenly, a strong sucking sensation swallowed Harry, which is characteristic of the door key activation.
Harry felt himself being thrown flat on the ground. His face was buried in the grass. The scent of the grass suddenly filled his nose. Harry kept his eyes closed when the key was transporting him. He is still He did not open his eyes or move his body. The surrounding breath seemed to make him fall asleep, and he was so dizzy that he felt that the ground under him was shaking like a ship’s deck. In order to maintain his balance, he kept one thing The thing I was holding became tighter, it was the smooth and cold handle of the trophy.
If this key matter is left in his hand, he feels that the endless darkness at the edge of his thinking will engulf him, and fear and exhaustion make him prostrate on the ground, breathing the breath of grass, waiting...waiting for someone to come...waiting A miracle happened, and at that moment, the scar on his forehead was aching again.
A sudden sound was deafening and confusing. Harry heard sounds everywhere: footsteps, screams... He was still lying on the ground, his face twisted as if resisting the sound, as if it were just a A nightmare that will eventually wake up... Then he hugged him tightly with both hands and turned his body around.
"Harry! Harry!" Harry was awakened. He saw the brilliant starry sky, Alberts. Dumbledore was kneeling and squatting beside him, and a group of people slowly approached, as if pressing against them, and Harry felt the ground under his head echoing their footsteps. He didn't feel unconscious anymore, he could see the crowd surrounding him, and more figures approached. Above them, there were stars competing for beauty.
...
Fanlin did not leave with Harry.
In fact, Fanlin knew very well that if he only relied on himself and Harry, the news that Voldemort had returned would not be believed at all, and that Cedric was still in Tefrey's hands.
"Catch them both!"
Voldemort's blood-red eyes swept across Fanlin in the distance, and there was one left...
Heart-cutting)!"
The crimson light was emitted from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and the target was naturally Fanlin in the distance.
Fanlin hurriedly rolled around on the ground in embarrassment. He was naturally dependent on staying behind, and Fox was not far away in the sky.
Fanlin stood up quickly. Now he only needs to create an opportunity for Fox. Of course, if Voldemort can be hurt...
Fanlin shook his head quickly, he seemed to think too much.
However, it is inevitable to draw magic once.
Unconsciously, the open space in front of Fanlin was already covered with light blue runes.
Following the detonation of Fanlin's magical power, ice thorns came out from the ground one after another.
However, this did not seem to cause much trouble to Voldemort, even Voldemort who had just been resurrected.
Under Voldemort's counterattack, the ice spikes drew and collided with each other, even moving in the direction of their master.
Inevitably, there is some black magic.
"Get out of the way, he is mine!" Voldemort's voice rang in a timely manner, and several Avadas' life spells were intercepted by Voldemort in mid-air.
Fanlin couldn't help but was a little dazed, intercepting Avadaso's Mantra, which was almost something Fanlin could not imagine.
But soon, Voldemort's counterattack interrupted Fanlin's guess.
Countless ice crystals turned into Voldemort's sharp weapons, just like Fanlin treated the Death Eaters before.
This is no joke. Under Voldemort's control, these ice crystals are faster and sharper.
Fanlin restored the wand to the size of a normal wand, and then a translucent protective cover shielded Fanlin's whole body.
The crushed ice crystals slammed into Fanlin's protection, like a car hit, and the huge impact almost made Fanlin unable to hold his magic wand.
Time has never elapsed, and Fanlin constantly draws from the Philosopher's Stone, and then replenishes it for his own protection.
This process can be regarded as suffering.
"Fox, hurry up!" Fanlin couldn't help but yelled, and then he added all the magic power he extracted to the top of the protective cover, and pushed it forward.
Voldemort put too much pressure on him. Originally Fanlin wanted to see what Voldemort had mastered, but obviously, he almost took his own life into it.
However, Voldemort's state is not good. The newly resurrected himself does not have the original strength at all. This requires a process to accumulate.
"Hurry up, Fox." Fanlin yelled.
Phoenix rushed down straight from the sky, "Let's go, go to that house."
"Dumbledore..." Voldemort yelled frantically, "Leave me here."
With that said, a group of green light condensed on Voldemort's wand, there is no doubt that it was the light of Avada's Mantra.
"Hurry up, Fox." Fanlin pulled Fox's claws, and then pulled the little Phoenix aside.
The bleak green light almost simultaneously passed the location where Fox was before.
"Hydrojet (water jet cutting)!"
Under Fanlin's command, a stream of thumb-thick water entangled from Voldemort's feet.
This is the magic that Fanlin has studied for a long time. If these water currents are allowed to explain, even the dragon skin can't resist the powerful cutting ability.
However, for Voldemort, Fanlin's ability is really not enough.
No matter how hard Fanlin tried, the entangled water still couldn't stick to Voldemort's body exactly, and was completely blocked by magic.
"Let’s go~EbookFREE.me~Fox, as soon as I let go, you will take me to that house." Fanlin said in a low voice, but his trembling fingers showed that Fanlin’s magic power was in short supply. .
"three……"
"two……"
"One……"
"Let's go, Fox!" Fanlin roared, at this time the curse Fanlin had been maintaining also happened to be broken.
The first thing Fanlin saw was Voldemort's white wand. Speaking of which, the tail feathers of the two phoenixes all came from Fox...
Fanlin felt that he had made a mistake. Will Fox’s tail feathers hurt Fox?
This answer seems...
Ok……
In the distorted light, Fanlin didn't even have time to look at Voldemort. Fanlin only felt that his body was empty, and then he plunged into the embrace of a flame.