Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The two lights met in the air-Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it was electrified, and he held it tightly, even if he wanted to let go, he couldn't let it go-a thin beam of light connected the two wands, both It's not red or green, but dazzling gold.Harry looked down the beam in surprise, and saw Voldemort's pale, thin fingers also holding a trembling wand.

Then completely caught off guard, Harry felt his feet leave the ground. Both he and Voldemort rose into the air, the two wands still connected by the twinkling gold thread.

The money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly split, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort.The arcs of light intertwined around them, and finally formed a domed gold net, a cage made of thousands of rays of light.

"Sure enough." Dumbledore looked up at what was happening in the sky, his azure blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses, and no one knew what he was thinking at this time.

The old man stopped, seemingly not in a hurry to attack Voldemort.

Suddenly, a beautiful sound that resembled a fairy music sounded in the air... it was coming from every filament of the light web vibrating around Harry and Voldemort.Harry heard it, even though he had only heard the music once before.This is the singing of Phoenix.

For Harry, the voice represented hope... it 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, keep the connection." A familiar and kind voice rang in his ears through the golden circle.

This was Dumbledore’s voice. He himself was floating in the air. Principal Dumbledore was at his feet. Even though he was still at a loss now, Harry knew that if the connection between him and Voldemort were broken, he would fall into trouble. Bad situation.

Can't be disconnected... But when he just thought of this, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased.His wand vibrated more violently... the gold thread connecting him and Voldemort also changed... as if there were large beads of light sliding along the silk of light-Harry felt the wand in his hand shake. The light bead began to slowly slide towards him... The light bead was leaving Voldemort and moving towards his side, and his wand was vibrating violently...

As the first light bead approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became so hot that he was worried that it would burn.The closer the light beads got closer, the harder Harry's wand vibrated.He thought his wand would not stand the touch of the light bead.His wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hands--

He concentrated all his thoughts and tried to push the light bead towards Voldemort.The singing of the phoenix echoed in his ears, his eyes were firm, and his anger sprayed...Slowly, slowly, the light bead stopped trembling, and then began to move towards the other side equally slowly...It is now Voldemort's wand Vibrated violently...Voldemort looked shocked, almost scared...

A light bead trembled, only a few inches 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 concentrated in his life, only wanting to push the light bead into the tip of Voldemort's wand... slowly... slowly The ground... the light bead moved along the gold thread... trembled for a moment... connected to the tip of the rod...

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a painful scream, echoing endlessly... and then—Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.

The arc of light surrounding the two of them suddenly disappeared, and the two of them were suddenly exposed to the empty night sky.

Voldemort's arms trembled violently. He wanted to use magic to prevent himself from falling in the air, but found that he temporarily lost control of the wand, which seemed to be released at any time.

Dense smoke continuously poured out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Voldemort looked at the scene in panic.

The weakening of power is still acceptable to him, because this power is in his control after all, and he can still study deeper and evil magic, restore his strength, and even better than before.

There is no end to the study of magic.

But now, things really happened beyond his ability to understand.

"Stop!" He madly rebuked the yew wand in his hand, increased his grip, and desperately ordered the wand that was beating him. In mid-air, there was a vaguely unwilling whimper. The sound quickly dissipated in the wind, and the trembling wand finally eased a little, and began to listen to his control again.

Watching the thick smoke begin to condense and form in the midair, Voldemort's brain is spinning fast, he has no time to see what the thick smoke constitutes, he thinks this might be an opportunity to escape.

"Goodbye, teacher, and the so-called Mr. Savior, I will be back." Voldemort said unwillingly, and then his body suddenly exploded into a plume of smoke, melted into the thick smoke, and then a hurricane blew away without warning. He got up, blew away the smoke, and this demon just fled. If it weren't for the many Death Eaters lying on the ground, anyone would think that he had just had a hallucination.

The connection between the wands was broken, and Harry began to free fall in mid-air. The whistling wind blade seemed to pierce his eardrums. He felt that he was about to faint, or he was about to lose consciousness.

But at the last second before he lost consciousness, the corners of his mouth rose and smiled.

Because he saw his parents smiling at him, that was not an illusion.

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell on the ground like Bertha, and straightened up to stare at him... Harry looked at his mother's face with his arms shaking violently.

"Your dad is here too..." she whispered, "he wants to see you... will be fine... stand it..."

He really came out... first head, then body... a tall man with disheveled hair-James Potter's soul rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, and straightened up.He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, reverberant voice, but in a low voice.

The smoke blown away by Voldemort did not include them.

"Am I going to die? There are hallucinations?" This was the last thought in Harry's mind, and then he passed out.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's been a long time." The Potter and his wife, who were made up of gray smoke, turned around and smiled. At this time, there was a leisurely mood to greet the old man.

"Yes, it's been a long time." Dumbledore said with satisfaction, wiping the corners of his wet eyes.

"It seems that our child is doing well, and I have been taken care of by you." Lily took a loving look at Harry lying aside with her emerald green eyes. She knew that her child had just passed out in a coma. Not too worried.

"It should." Dumbledore dropped his eyes.

"We won't stay long. I hope you can spend a little bit more to make Harry live happier. After all, he has lost us and lacked the love of his parents since he was a child." James nodded and pleaded.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.

"By the way, don't be partial. If the brat violates the school rules, he should be dealt with." James laughed.

"Do you think they are all like you?" Lily gave her husband angrily. "Harry must be an obedient student." She said softly.

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed twice. "I think Harry is more like his father at this point." The old man added.

"Okay." Lily helped her forehead somewhat helplessly.

"Oh, the time is up, we should go." The couple said tacitly, and their smoke-like bodies gradually became transparent.

"Goodbye." Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and waved to them.

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore," the couple said together.

A breeze blew, and the gray smoke dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.