Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

All of a sudden, the man spread his limbs and hung in the air in a strange manner, as if he had hit an invisible barrier, and one of his partners almost hit him.

At this time, before Harry could be happy, the sidecar really began to descend, and a spell shot by the remaining Death Eater was too close to Harry, so he had to quickly lower his head and hide under the edge of the sidecar. A tooth was knocked out on the seat, blood was flowing, and there was a piercing pain...

"I'm coming, Harry, I'm coming!"

A large hand grabbed the back of Harry's robes and pulled him out of the rapidly descending sidecar.

Harry dragged his backpack, struggled to get on the seat of the motorcycle, and found himself back to back with Hagrid.

They flew higher and higher, throwing off the two remaining Death Eaters.

Harry spat out the blood in his mouth, pointed his wand at the falling sidecar, and yelled, "Thunderbolt!"

When the sidecar exploded, the Death Eater who was near the sidecar fell off his broom and disappeared.

His accomplice fell behind and also disappeared.

"Harry, I'm sorry!" Hagrid whispered sadly, "I had so much fun shooting it just now, you know that feeling, shooting it out with so much force, hitting the Death Eater with a bang, and ignoring you And I shouldn't have mended the sidecar myself, now you have nowhere to sit... Ah, you're bleeding!"

Chapter 1556 Alvin, Sirius vs Voldemort

"I'm fine, keep flying!" Harry wiped the blood, and he saw two Death Eaters approaching from the darkness.

When he and the Death Eaters exchanged spells, Hagrid turned the car around and made a difficult "Z".

Harry knew that because the seat was not safe, Hagrid didn't dare to spray flames anymore. Fortunately, the two Death Eaters behind were not strong enough, so he kept casting Stunning Spells on the Death Eaters behind him, almost knocking them down took the broom.

A Death Eater's hood fell off while avoiding Harry's magic, and through the red light from the stun magic, Harry saw the pale face of Stan Thornpark.

Well, this guy is finally a Death Eater.

Seeing Stan Thornpak, the former Cavaliers bus conductor, Harry was no less shocked than he had been a few months earlier when he knew the guy had been arrested on suspicion of Death Eater activity. Also because of this matter, I had a heated argument with Rufus Scrimgeour, thinking that Stan Thorn Parker is definitely not a Death Eater, he is just a conductor with acne and likes to brag, and now it seems that there is really nothing is absolute.

When evil comes, everyone will fall into madness.

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

"Hagrid, shoot again, that flamethrower again!" Harry yelled over his shoulder.

"Hold me tight, Harry!" Hagrid responded.

Harry turned around and hugged Hagrid's waist tightly, and accompanied by another deafening roar, a drum of whitish blue flames spewed out from the vent.

Under the force of the impact, Harry felt as if he was sliding towards the back of the seat.

Just as he was about to paddle out, Hagrid reached over with one hand and grabbed him firmly from behind, while with the other he gripped the handlebars as best he could.

"I think we got rid of them, Harry, we did it!" exclaimed Hagrid excitedly.

Harry felt his hand was sticky, and he lifted it up to see in the moonlight that it was covered with blood, the blood left by his tooth being knocked out just now.

But it wasn't a big deal, in fact, Harry thought it was a little too easy.

After a few minutes, he felt the motorcycle descend a little, although the lights on the ground were still as far away as the stars in the sky.

The shortness of breath gradually subsided, and Harry couldn't help but wonder, where the hell is Voldemort?

……

After getting rid of the Death Eaters, Alvin and Sirius changed direction and flew northeast, which is the direction Ron and Mad-Eye Moody escaped from.

Ai Wen could feel that, compared with other moving groups, the two of them stopped still, which was worrying.

In the endless darkness around him, he felt a hint of danger.

There were no Death Eaters, but as they moved forward, the aura of danger became stronger and stronger.

This is... Voldemort's breath!

And his magic powers!

How strange that Voldemort went after Ron and Moody!

Ivan didn't know why Voldemort did this, he didn't believe that Voldemort would be so easily confused.

Even if Voldemort went after Harry and Hagrid's group, Ivan would not be so surprised. He knew the connection between Harry and Voldemort.

The connection between the Horcrux and the main soul allows Voldemort to find Harry, and if he really wants to, he can do it, and no one can stop it.

Of course, doing so would further hurt Voldemort's broken soul, whether he was willing or not.

But now Voldemort didn't go after Ivan who was the loudest, and instead of chasing the real Harry, he actually went after Ron, which is so strange!

What is he going to do?

"Look, Alvin, there!" Sirius shouted.

Next to a Muggle building in the downtown area, Ivan saw Voldemort floating in the air out of thin air. He was probably floating on the seventh floor. He didn't ride a broom or a Thestral. He just floated like that. There was a sinister gleam in his face, and a wand was held in pale fingers.

At Voldemort's feet, the darkness was gathering towards him with smoke on the wind.

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

Under the reflection of the surrounding high-rise lights, Ivan saw the body of "Harry" slowly approaching Voldemort...

No, that's Ron!

He should be in a coma, unconscious, with his head down, surrounded by black mist, getting closer and closer to Voldemort.

The two sides seem to be connected by a black thread, but it seems to be a deep night, a darkness that even lights cannot dispel.

Ivan didn't know what Voldemort was going to do with Ron, nor how he was floating in mid-air, this kind of magic... He looked away from Voldemort, who was shrouded in black mist, and quickly looked around. After going through a fierce battle, Aiwen also didn't see Moody, so he didn't know what happened.

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

Ivan followed and flew up, and he pointed his wand at the street lights on both sides of the road.

A blue light flashed, and the two street lamps began to grow longer, longer and longer, and then flew away like Voldemort at high speed like snakes, but before they touched Voldemort, the street lamps began to melt and finally turned into a mass of gray The smoke re-condensed into sharp knives to meet Sirius who was rushing towards him.

Sirius controlled the broomstick to escape narrowly, and Voldemort pointed his wand at him, "Avada..."

A lightning-like silver-white radiance struck, and it was Aiwen's spell.

He wanted to interrupt Voldemort's spellcasting, but it was useless. Almost at the moment he fired the magic, a black shield suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort.

The white light hit the shield, making a thunderous rumbling noise, which turned into sparks and dissipated in the air.

A shining stream of light flashed on the shield, and then disappeared into the air.

In the rumbling sound, Voldemort's magic has been completed, and the dark green beam hits the fast-moving Sirius, threatening death.

This force is very strong, and the powerful magical atmosphere oppresses the space, making it impossible for Sirius to dodge.

boom!

The Killing Curse hit Sirius' broomstick, and he Apparated at the last moment.

The next second, he appeared above Voldemort, swung his wand and shot three red lights.

Almost at the same time, Ivan's magic was also ready to be completed.

He swung his wand wildly, and a bright red light streaked across the night sky, one spell after another struck Voldemort.

"Poor spell! Poor magic!" said Voldemort grimly, with no warmth in his voice.

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

When the magic beam came into contact with the black mist, it was swallowed by the black mist without a single ripple...

Chapter 1557 Voldemort Turned into Evil God

The black mist around Voldemort's body churned violently. After devouring the magic of Ivan and Sirius, the black mist surged upwards, surrounding Sirius who fell from the sky.

Shrouded in mist, Sirius could no longer use Apparition, nor could he use other magic. He struggled in the black mist with a painful expression on his face, and soon he could not resist.

At the same time, another part of the black mist attacked Aiwen.

The mist billows and night merges into one, seemingly endless.

It turned into the shape of a skull, and then transformed into a giant python with a wide mouth, trying to swallow Ivan too.

"This magic..." Ivan didn't have time to think about it. He turned his broom and flew around Voldemort to avoid it, and flew up against the window of the Muggle building. mortal threat.

The black mist changed again, like the raging tide, rushing towards him from all directions.

Aiwen held the Firebolt in his left hand and flew to dodge at the fastest speed. This was definitely the best performance of his life.

The scene in front of him shook and passed quickly, and he felt that he was about to faint.

He tried his best to concentrate, and while evading, Aiwen found Mad-Eye Moody lying on a protruding platform of a building.

He lay there quietly, unable to judge whether he was in a coma or dead.

Ivan was a little impatient, worried about the situation of Moody, Sirius, and Ron. It would be terrible if the other Death Eaters continued to fight.

He looked back, and Voldemort had completely turned into darkness at the center.

The darkness made up of black mist is much deeper than ordinary night, swallowing up all light like a black hole, and tumbling like a tornado.

Voldemort's magic is very strange, not any black magic in Ivan's memory.

These black mist are more powerful than any black magic he knows.

Can't delay any longer, no matter what magic it is, Ivan decided to give it a try.

His right hand holding the wand was stretched back, and golden sparks burst from the end of the wand.

The fire became more and more intense, and the golden flame burned, leaving a bright trail behind Aiwen.

The flame was not swallowed by the black mist, it just burned like this, and then, the fire wires gathered together and condensed into a fireball.

It exudes a fiery temperature, and the surrounding air is trembling and crackling, as if it is also being ignited.

Ivan waved his wand, and the huge fireball blasted towards Voldemort with a bang.

He followed the fireball and flew towards Voldemort. With the golden firelight, Ivan saw Voldemort's pale and terrifying snake-like face and scarlet eyes. He stared at those eyes and accelerated forward, the speed getting faster and faster Faster and faster...

When he was about to get close to Voldemort and the tumbling black mist, Ivan's wand moved upwards, and the fireball burst into a violent explosion.

Suddenly, the whole space trembled.

Everything was shaking, and the powerful impact of the explosion scattered the black mist around Voldemort.

"Weak magic, ridiculous flames, Ivan Mason, your strength can't compete with me at all, it's just a futile struggle!"

Voldemort's icy voice sounded again, and black mist surged from all directions, surrounding Aiwen, and he had nowhere to escape.

"Hand over the double snake staff, and I will spare you; surrender to me, and I will let you gain stronger power and understand the true meaning of magic."

The black mist swarmed up, and Voldemort's voice rang directly in Ivan's mind.

At the moment when he was surrounded, all the hairs on his body stood on end, and an unprecedented sense of creepy terror rose from his body.

It wasn't just Voldemort in front of him, he also saw the shadow of the evil god through the black mist!

Absolutely right, although it just passed by in a flash, but the twisted evil god...

Aiwen felt a burst of coldness, his magic power was rapidly draining, and he knew that this would be his last magic.

Once he fails, he will usher in death!

"Call God to guard!" Ivan raised his wand and shouted.

The Patronus sprang from the end of his wand, the silvery light dispelling the mist further, and the Patronus charged towards Voldemort.

The brilliance dispelled the black mist, Ivan recovered, and he saw Voldemort raise his wand.

Ivan didn't give him a chance. After casting the Patronus Charm, he swung his wand forward, and the flames that hadn't dissipated gathered together again, and they became a line of fire again, wrapping Voldemort tightly, and the golden flame was burning , extending upward from the line of fire to incinerate Voldemort.

In the next second, Voldemort was hit by the Patronus, and Ivan heard a sharp cry.

The sound coming from Voldemort, at the position of his left hand, is not like the sound that a human can make, it is a bit like a cat howling in the middle of the night.

"Alvin Mason..."

Ivan didn't hear what Voldemort was saying, the deep darkness was melting rapidly, and both Sirius and Ron fell from the sky.

He cast a levitating spell, and they floated down slowly. Before Sirius fainted, Ivan flew to his side.

"How are you, Sirius?"

"I'm fine, get out of here, Alvin!" he gasped, his wand jumping up, "here comes the broomstick!"

The broomstick that fell on the ground flew towards him, and he rode on it.