Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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

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

The money linking Harry and Voldemort suddenly cracked, but the two wands remained tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort. Arcs of light intertwined around them, forming a domed golden mesh, a cage of thousands of rays.

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

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

Suddenly, a beautiful, celestial sound resounded in the air... from every filament of the web of light that vibrated around Harry and Voldemort. Harry heard it, even though he had only heard it once before. This is the song of the phoenix.

To Harry, the voice represented hope...it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life...he felt the song inside him and not around him.

"Harry, hold on, keep the connection." A familiar and kind voice sounded in his ear through the golden circle.

It was Dumbledore's voice, he was floating in the air, Headmaster Dumbledore was at his feet, and even though he was still dazed, Harry knew that if his connection to Voldemort broke, he would be in a very Bad situation.

It can't be broken... But just as he thought of this, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand vibrated even more violently... the gold thread that connected him to Voldemort changed... as if large beads of light were sliding along the silk—Harry felt the wand in his hand shake, The Orb of Light began to slide slowly towards him... The Orb of Light was moving away from Voldemort towards him, and his wand was vibrating violently...

As the first bead of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became so hot that he feared it would burn. The closer the beads of light came, the more Harry's wand vibrated. He thought his wand would definitely not survive a touch of the Pearl of Light. His wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hands—

He concentrated all his thoughts and tried to force the Orb of Light towards Voldemort. The song of the phoenix reverberated in his ears, his eyes were firm, his anger spurted... Slowly, slowly, the light beads stopped tremblingly,

Then also slowly began to move the other way... Now Voldemort's wand vibrated violently... Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened...

A bead of light trembled, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't know why he was doing it, or what it would turn out to be...but he had never been so focused in his life, so intent on driving the Orb of Light into the tip of Voldemort's wand...slowly...slowly The ground...the pearl of light moved along the golden thread...it trembled for a moment...connected to the tip of the staff...

Suddenly, there was a scream of pain from Voldemort's wand, which echoed...and then—Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.

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

Voldemort's arm trembled violently. He wanted to use magic to keep himself from falling in mid-air, but found that he had temporarily lost control of his wand, which seemed to come out of his hand at any time.

Thick smoke poured from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Voldemort watched in horror at the scene in front of him.

He can still accept the weakening of power, because the power is under his control after all, and he can still study deeper and evil magic to restore his strength, even better than before.

There is no end to the study of magic.

But now, something beyond his comprehension had really happened.

"Stop!" He frantically scolded the yew wand in his hand, increasing his grip, desperately ordering the wand that was scolding him, and in the air, a faint whimper of unwillingness could be heard. The sound quickly dissipated in the wind, and the trembling wand finally eased a little, and began to obey his control again.

Watching the thick smoke gradually condense and form in the middle of the air, Voldemort's brain was spinning rapidly, and he had no time to look at what the thick smoke would constitute. He felt that 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, blending into the thick smoke, and then a hurricane blew without warning. He got up, blew the smoke away, and the devil fled like this. If it weren't for the many Death Eaters lying on the ground, everyone would think that he had just hallucinated.

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

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

Because he saw his parents smiling at him, it wasn't an illusion.

The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightening up and watching him...Harry's eyes were on his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.

"Your dad is here too..." she said softly, "he wants to see you...it'll be fine...withstand..."

He did come out...first head, then body...a tall man with unkempt hair--James Potter's soul then 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, reverberating voice, but in a low voice.

The smoke blown by Voldemort at the time did not include them.

"Am I going to die? All hallucinations?" It was the last thought in Harry's mind before he passed out.

"Professor Dumbledore, long time no see." The Potters, who were formed by ashes, turned around and smiled. At this time, they greeted the old man leisurely.

"Yeah, long time no see." Dumbledore wiped the wet corners of his eyes and said with relief.

"It looks like our children are doing well, and they are all taken care of by you." Lily glanced lovingly at Harry who was lying beside her with her emerald green eyes. She knew that her child just passed out and was in a coma. Not too worried.

"It should be." Dumbledore lowered his eyes.

"We won't be staying for long. I hope you can spend more time to make Harry's life happier. After all, he lost us and lacked the care of his parents since he was a child." James nodded and pleaded.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.

"By the way, don't be biased, the stinky boy should be dealt with if he violates the school rules." James laughed.

"Do you think everyone is like you?" Lily glanced at her husband angrily. "Harry must be an obedient student." She said softly.

"Cough cough." Dumbledore coughed twice, "I think Harry is more like his father in that regard," the old man added.

"Okay." Lily helped her forehead helplessly.

"Oh, it's time, we should go." The couple said tacitly, their smoky 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.