Chapter 415

Magic is idealistic. When casting a spell, you need a firm will and concentration to make your wish come true.

Every professor has repeated this sentence more than once, but repeatedly, hoping that students will develop the habit of concentrating their minds and letting their hearts move freely when casting spells.

But being too deliberate is not a good thing.

In the initial stage, it may allow students to master spells faster, but if they want to develop to a deeper level, they need to have a unique understanding of magic.

Fire shield protection, this magic derived from the fierce fire, is actually still black magic in essence, even very evil black magic. Compared with will, he actually needs more...emotion!

Resentment, destruction, murderous intent...all kinds of negative emotions mixed together, combined with the materialized magic in the command spell.

Harry burst out with unprecedented energy and cast a real fire shield!

The blue fire that would never go out instantly ignited the entire cemetery. The eyes inherited from his mother were staring at the noseless monster opposite with a fierce look that had never been seen before.

Voldemort stared at the two-headed giant bird that swallowed his spell and pounced on him with his eyes wide open.

He didn't believe that this was magic that Harry could use.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow of a white-haired middle-aged man appear behind Harry, staring at him with indifferent eyes.

"Get out of here!"

Waving his wand, Voldemort knocked the shadow of the giant bird away, the flames continued, and one giant beast after another condensed into shape and rushed out.

"Harry! I admit that I underestimated you. This spell is very good. Didn't Dumbledore teach you? Absolutely not!"

"It's Lawrence, right? That kid is not a quiet person. Since you want to play, I will play with you!" 04

Voldemort stretched out his long tongue, wiped his palm, and a stream of red flame was spit out, condensing into a three-headed giant snake, fighting with the blue beast.

"This is the Fiendfyre! Put away the flame of your candle!"

Voldemort's wand made a series of explosions and buzzing sounds, and a black smoke floated out from it. Harry was shocked to find that his flame was corroded by the smoke.

The billowing smoke was swallowed up again and turned into more black fog.

There were more than ten fire beasts he summoned on the field, but they were no match for the black smoke and the three-headed fire snake.

"Expelliarmus!"

Voldemort did not even move, and flung the spell away.

"What, no more?"

"Is casting a spell of this magnitude your limit?"

Voldemort not only wanted to destroy Harry physically, he also wanted to make him give up resistance mentally. He hated that look, and even more so Harry's overestimation of his own abilities.

Do you really think you are my destined opponent?

How dare you have the courage to attack me? !

The red light covered the sky, and Harry's eyes blurred. VoldemortThe demon disappeared with a flick of his robe.

When he reappeared, he was already beside him, with a terrifying wand in his hand.

"Crucio!"

Harry dodged flexibly and rolled around on the ground. The blow missed, and Voldemort became even more angry. The black lightning woven into a big net. Harry curled up desperately and hid in the middle of the net.

"It's a pity that there are no spectators in this duel, otherwise those former disloyal people would be happy to see the savior's ugly appearance!"

"Kill me if you can! Voldemort!" Harry shouted. He knocked his head against a stone and suddenly became smart and discovered a secret.

From the beginning of Voldemort's resurrection to now, he has never used the killing curse on himself!

Harry got up, he became excited and rampant: "You are scared, right? You killed Barty Jr., and you want to kill Riddle and Wormtail, but why don't you use the killing curse on me?"

"You are afraid that the curse will rebound and fall on you like thirteen years ago."

Harry became more and more excited: "I guess you have run out of potions, right?"

"No one recognizes you as the master. As long as you die again, no one will help you revive. From now on, Riddle is Voldemort, and you are just a wandering soul that is not even as good as a ghost!"

Voldemort widened his scarlet snake eyes, and was speechless.

After a long while, he seemed to have just reacted, looking at Harry coldly, his voice sharp and cold: "Don't be so self-righteous, Potter, I just want to torture you and repay all the debts your mother owes you."

"I'm just teasing ants, and you actually have the illusion that I'm afraid?"

"I'm Voldemort! I'm fearless!"

"Then use the Killing Curse!" Harry swung his wand and pointed it at him: "Come on!"

He was betting, betting that Voldemort was afraid of his mother's protection of him, betting on what Wayne and Dumbledore said, that the magic of love would not fail before adulthood.

Unfortunately, he bet wrong on the first point.

"Then I'll fulfill your wish."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry almost subconsciously used his most confident spell and swung his wand fiercely!

Voldemort had a mocking expression on his face. He used the Disarming Spell to counter the Killing Spell. How stupid would a person be to do such a thing?

But when the two spells collided, his smile disappeared.

The red light of the Disarming Spell did not disappear as he expected. Instead, it fought against the green light. Suddenly, Voldemort felt the wand in his hand vibrating uncontrollably.

Harry had the same feeling. It was like holding a vibrator. His whole body was shaking.

The wand was about to slip out of his hand, but it stuck to his palm tightly.

A golden beam of light shone from his wand.The top flew out.

Under the dazzling golden light, he saw that Voldemort's wand also sprayed out the same golden light, and the two lights connected together, with a golden ball lying in the middle.

Harry thought of Mr. Guy's teachings.

His and Voldemort's wands had the same wand core - Fox's feather.

If the two spells confronted each other head-on, a flashback spell would be forced to form.

Both Harry and Voldemort rose into the air, and the golden thread was still tightly connected together, and finally broke into thousands of light foxes.

Voldemort opened his eyes wide in astonishment. He tried his best to break the golden thread, but Harry wanted to hold it tightly, and the two of them were deadlocked.

"Potter! What did you do!"

Harry's mind twitched: "Voldemort, my wand is male, your wand is female, she is afraid of me."

Voldemort's face was bloodshot with anger.

Suddenly, a burst of music sounded in the air. These sounds came from each arc of light. It was the song of the phoenix.

For Harry, this sound was extremely beautiful, but for Voldemort, it was no different from eating shit.

The vibration of the wand became more intense, and the light beams talked back and forth on the silk thread. The two of them were like a tug-of-war, and neither wanted the light ball to fall on their wands.

Relying on the desire to survive and the courage brought by the phoenix song, Harry actually suppressed Voldemort and forced the light ball into his wand.

Suddenly, Voldemort's wand whistled, and then a figure floated out of it.

"Hold on, Harry!" said the figure.

His voice was very far away, with an echo. Harry was already in tears. He had never seen it since he could remember, but he would never forget it.

"Mom!"

"Your dad is here too..." She whispered, "We will all help you, hold on, kid."

A tall man with messy hair flew out from the tip of Voldemort's wand and landed beside Harry, smiling with relief.

Then there were phantoms one after another. Harry had never seen them, but he was sure that these people were killed by Voldemort, just like his parents.

Voldemort was extremely panicked. Those people circled around him, whispering curses, and every word went straight into his soul.

He burst out his magic power, and the scattered shock wave blew up smoke and dust around, but it had no effect on the phantom. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Just then, the space twisted, but Harry and Voldemort's attention was all on the golden line of the phantom, and no one noticed it.

"AvadaKedavra~"

Ripples appeared in the space, and a person suddenly squeezed out and cast a spell on Voldemort.

A sense of crisis rose in Voldemort's heart. He made a strong move and broke the golden thread. Two pythons flew out of his robe and were hit by the green light and became scapegoats. They fell to the ground helplessly.

The phantom did not disappear because of the shattering of the light.Instead, they surrounded Voldemort.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The voice came from all directions, and the figure of the man who had just squeezed out shook a little. Countless clones of him appeared in the space in an instant, all pointing their wands at Voldemort and releasing the spell again.

"Roar!"

Voldemort's body exploded in half, and strangely there was no scene of flesh flying. The broken half of the body turned into a solid shield, blocking all the killing curses, and the golden shadow also dissipated.

"It's you!"

"Call your mother."

"Lawrence!"

"Why are you calling your father."

Voldemort was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he didn't dare to speak for a while, for fear that Lawrence was asking about his family tree.

Puff! []

Harry, who had been tense since he was brought here, finally smiled and sat down on the ground with a plop.

"Wayne, you're finally here!"

"I've been here for a while, but seeing you were so happy to see your parents, I waited a little longer."

Wayne fell to the ground and did not continue to attack. Only half of Voldemort was left, looking at him with resentment.

The damn Lawrence was unethical and actually attacked him, a 70-year-old man!

Feeling Voldemort's killing intent, Wayne jokingly teased: "Voldemort, your resurrection magic is not mature yet, how come you are only half resurrected?"

"Don't be complacent, Lawrence." Voldemort's voice was ethereal: "This is not the end, it's just the beginning."

"You won today, but it doesn't mean you can always win in the future. I have gone further than anyone else on the road to immortality."

"Sooner or later, your head and soul will become my trophies, and will be placed together with Dumbledore's. This is my highest recognition of you."

"Your recognition?" Wayne sneered: "I need you, a bastard who dares not admit his own bloodline, to recognize it?"

Voldemort instantly changed into the same expression as Snape, extremely gloomy.

"I am a bastard? Then what are you? You are a lower-class mudblood!"

"This is the difference between you and me, Voldemort." Wayne looked at that half of his body calmly: "Blood is an important means for you to show your identity, but it is worthless to me."

"Just like now, the noble heir of Slytherin, you were beaten to death by me?"

"Sharp tongue." Voldemort raised his chin, and his snake pupils stood up:

"It's just that I took the initiative to attack, so that you can say these words arrogantly."

Voldemort found that he hated Wayne Lawrence as much as Harry Potter.

Because the two are extremes of another level.

He was born in an orphanage and was born with inferiority complex. When he came to school, he never mentioned his life experience to others. Everyone thought he was a noble pure-blood descendant, but he just fell into decline, and he never defended himself.

But Wayne LawrenceBorn into aristocracy, with a distinguished family background, even in the Muggle society, he who grew up in an orphanage could not look up to.

After entering Hogwarts, everyone knew that he was born a pure Muggle, and there had been no wizards in his ancestors for dozens of generations.

And he joined Hufflepuff, which he considered the most humble.

But so what?

All the colleges respected and feared him. No one dared to mention his bloodline in front of him. Even the proud Slytherins almost all succumbed.

When Peter Pettigrew told him about Wayne's intelligence, Voldemort knew that he was jealous. Looking at Wayne, he was like looking at a mirror in reverse.

The person in the mirror was radiant, and the person outside the mirror was ugly. .