Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“I'm fine, keep flying!” Harry wiped a handful of blood, and he saw two more dead eaters approaching from the dark.

When he exchanged magic with the Death Eaters, Hagrid bent the car around and walked through a highly difficult "Z”.

Harry knew that Hagrid was afraid to spray the flames again because the seats were unsafe, and that the two dead eaters in the back were not strong enough. He kept putting a coma spell on the dead eaters in the back, almost knocking them off the broom.

A Death Eater's headscarf fell away from Harry's magic, and through the red light of his coma magic, Harry saw Stan Sampak's unusual pale face.

Well, this guy finally became a Death Eater.

Seeing Stan Sampak, the former knight bus salesman, Harry was no less shocked than a few months ago when he knew that this guy had been arrested on suspicion of being a Death Eater, and that he had argued with Rufus Scringer about it, saying that Stan Sampak would never be a Death Eater, that he was just a facial acne, bragging salesman, and that nothing seemed absolute now.

When evil comes down, everyone goes crazy.

At this point, two more Death Eaters emerged from the darkness and quickly flew towards Hagrid's motorcycle.

“Hagrid, shoot again, fire again!” Harry turned back and shouted.

“Hold me tight, Harry!” Hagrid responded.

Harry turned around and held Hagrid's waist tight, and as another deafening roar erupted, the jet vent blasted a white blue flame.

Harry felt like he was sliding behind the seat with a strong impact.

Just as he was about to draw out, Hagrid reached over and grabbed him firmly from behind, the other hand controlling the handle as much as possible.

“I think we lost them, Harry. We did it!” Hagrid exclaimed excitedly.

Harry felt sticky on his hand, and he lifted up to see all the blood on it through the moonlight, which he had just left behind after his teeth had been kowtowed.

But it was nothing, in fact, Harry thought it was a little too simple.

A few minutes later, he felt the motorcycle drop a little, even though the lights on the ground were still as far away as starlight in the sky.

Breathing slowly subsided. Harry couldn't help but wonder where Voldemort was.

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After getting rid of the Dead Eaters, Ivan and Sirius changed directions and headed northeast, where Ron and Mad-Eyed Moody fled.

Ivan can feel it worrying that the two of them stopped when compared to the other moving teams.

He felt a little danger in the endless darkness around him.

Without the dead, the dangerous aura grew stronger as they moved forward.

It's... Voldemort aura!

And his magic power!

Voldemort went after Ron and Moody. That's weird!

Ivan doesn't know why Voldemort did it, and he doesn't believe Voldemort could be so easily confused.

Even if Voldemort went after Harry and Hagrid, Ivan wouldn't be so surprised, he knew the connection between Harry and Voldemort.

The connection between the Horcrux and the Soul allows Voldemort to find Harry, and if he really wants to do so, he can do it, and nobody can stop him.

Of course, doing so would further harm Voldemort's broken soul, if he wanted to or not.

But now Voldemort doesn't go after Evan, who's the biggest. He doesn't go after Harry, he goes after Ron, which is really weird!

What's he going to do?

“Look, Ivan, there!” Sirius shouted.

Next to a Muggle Tower downtown, Ivan saw Voldemort floating in the sky, about seven stories away, no broom or night riding, so floating, his snake-like face flashing a dark light, that miserable white finger holding a wand.

At Voldemort's feet, darkness converged towards the smoke in the wind.

In front of him is another gathering point of smoky darkness.

Ivan saw “Harry” 's body slowly approaching Voldemort in the light of the surrounding skyscraper...

No, that's Ron!

He should have been unconscious, drooling his head low, surrounded by dark fog, getting closer and closer to Voldemort.

Between the two sides, it seems to be connected by a black line, but it also seems to be a deep night, a darkness that cannot disperse even the light.

Evan doesn't know what Voldemort intends to do with Ron, or how he floats in the air, this magic... his eyes leave Voldemort covered in dark fog, quick to measure around, a mess in four, just went through a vicious war, Evan also didn't see Moody, don't know what happened.

The emergency did not leave them much time, Sirius roared and the broom rushed towards Voldemort.

Ivan flew up, pointing his wand at the street lights on either side of the road.

The blue light flashed, and the two street lights began to grow longer and longer, and then flew like snakes, like Voldemort, but before they touched Voldemort, the street lights began to melt, eventually turning into a grey smoke, and the smoke regrouped into a sharp knife facing his Sirius.

Sirius took control of the broomstick and hid dangerously. Voldemort pointed the wand at him, “Avada..."

An illuminating silver and white glow is Ivan's spell.

He wanted to interrupt Voldemort's magic, but it didn't work. Almost at the moment he fired the magic, a black shield suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.

White light hits the shield, emits thunderous rumblings and dissipates into the air as a spark.

The shield glistens and disappears into the air.

In the rumbling sound, Voldemort's magic has been completed, and a dark green beam of light strikes Sirius at a rapid pace, threatening death.

This powerful, powerful magical atmosphere oppresses space, making Sirius inescapable.

Bang

The killing spell struck Sirius' broomstick, and he appeared phantom at the last minute.

The next second, he appeared above Voldemort, swinging his wand to emit three red rays of light.

Almost at the same time, Ivan's magic is ready.

He swung his wand heavily, and the bright red glow swept across the night sky, and together a spell struck Voldemort.

“Poor spell! Sad magic!” Voldemort ruthlessly said that there was no temperature in the sound.

He raised his wand and the black fog around him boiled and rolled.

The spell beam comes into contact with the dark mist and is devoured by the dark mist without a trace of ripples...