After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Voldemort snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on Lucius. He said, "Hmph, I never thought I would underestimate you, Lucius. I never thought you could even subdue an organization as unruly as the Saints."

The saints wore specially made grey uniforms. Although the color was a bit monotonous, they were well-cut and perfectly outlined the muscular body curves of each person, making them look particularly heroic.

Especially the eye-catching Deathly Hallows symbol on the chest made Voldemort recognize it at a glance.

"No, you are wrong. I am not the one who conquered the Saints." Lucius slowly turned his head and looked straight at Voldemort. His eyes were extremely serious, as if he wanted to use these eyes to convey the truth of his words to Voldemort.

Lucius deliberately lagged behind Narcissa by half a step, so that Narcissa's slender figure naturally stood out in front of everyone.

Lucius raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said softly: "The one who really did this was actually Cissy."

"Impossible!" Voldemort shouted this sentence almost subconsciously, but as soon as the words came out, he could feel a trace of hesitation and distraction in his heart.

Narcissa? How could it be her? In Voldemort's impression, Narcissa was just the timid little girl who always followed Bellatrix closely.

Or maybe she was the traditional good wife and mother, always hiding behind Lucius silently, with no sense of existence at all.

Voldemort frowned and desperately searched his mind for fragments of memory about Narcissa, but in the end he found that he could only recall very few.

Faced with Voldemort's incredible questioning, Narcissa did not choose to refute or explain too much.

She just glanced at the saints lightly, and then gave a look, and those saints who were originally standing quietly rushed out like a tide without hesitation and pounced on the Death Eaters.

For a moment, shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere, and the whole scene fell into chaos.

At this time, Narcissa stood side by side with Lucius and faced Voldemort together.

However, the seemingly fierce and tense battle between them was actually a carefully choreographed drama.

To Narcissa, such a one-sided victory without any suspense was too boring and meaningless.

Only success that is hard-earned after going through hardships and difficulties can be deeply imprinted in people's hearts and be unforgettable.

Therefore, this battle is destined not to end so easily...

Narcissa lowered her eyes slightly, skillfully concealing the barely perceptible coldness in her eyes.

Bellatrix is a crazy woman. Once she goes crazy, even Voldemort can hardly control her.

At this moment, when she saw that Voldemort seemed to be at a disadvantage, she couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

She seemed to have not heard anything about Narcissa at all. In her eyes and heart, there was only Voldemort.

Taking advantage of the momentary flaw revealed by the saint in front of her, Bellatrix cast a black beam of magic without hesitation. The beam of light was like lightning, rushing straight towards Harry.

Faced with the sudden attack, Harry remained extremely calm and showed no sign of panic at all.

Not to mention the saints around him who risked their lives to protect him, and Aunt Sissy and others who were always paying attention to the development of the situation, as for Harry himself, he was carrying a large number of defensive alchemical items given to him by Draco.

These precious treasures and their own strength gave Harry enough courage and confidence to deal with the crisis at hand.

Just when the black magic beam was about to hit Harry, suddenly, a dazzling light enveloped Harry completely.

An extremely powerful protective magic met the oncoming black beam of light.

With a loud bang, two powerful forces collided in the air, causing a dazzling yet extremely dangerous magical explosion.

The huge air wave generated by the explosion swept around like a violent storm, even blowing away the hoods and masks of several nearby Death Eaters in black robes, revealing their faces distorted by fear.

Due to their perspective, these people mistakenly believed that this amazing power came from the props on Harry's body, and completely forgot about Draco who had always been deliberately low-key and reduced his presence.

Voldemort's eyes widened as he glared fiercely at Harry's direction, and he let out a deafening roar: "You bunch of ants, do you really think that you can stop me with just this little trick?"

Although he remained tough in words, a hint of deep fear involuntarily flashed across his deep eyes.

He slowly raised his hands high, his movements appearing steady and powerful.

As he made this move, the air around him seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to gradually condense.

A dark and huge magical power, like a rolling black cloud, continuously flowed out from his hands and quickly gathered together.

This magic exudes a heart-pounding aura, which seems to contain endless fear and the shadow of death.

The people standing on the other side of the water curtain clearly felt the oppression brought by this powerful magic.

The heavy pressure was like a mountain, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

A deep fear involuntarily surged in everyone's heart. This fear continued to spread, devouring their already fragile mental defenses.

Faced with such terrifying magic power, everyone could only close their eyes tightly and keep muttering various prayers, asking Merlin for protection, hoping that the savior could once again defeat the terrible Voldemort in front of them and save them from the dire straits.

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart a little.

He looked at Lucius not far ahead and caught the other's hidden gaze.

At this moment, a thought flashed through Harry's mind like lightning - he realized that he still had important lines to say!

Harry quickly reached out and took off the badge carrying the water curtain. The badge seemed to have life and floated lightly in the air.

Its location is very clever, just enough to clearly observe the situation on the entire battlefield, but not so deliberate or abrupt as to appear too deliberate.

After witnessing this scene, most of the audience present simply believed that it was the impact of the violent explosion that caused the badge to accidentally fly off Harry's body.

The next second, Harry's originally calm gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, like a powerful beam of light that could penetrate the endless darkness.

He locked onto Voldemort's direction and shouted with all his might, "Voldemort, your evil will never succeed!" These words resounded like thunder on the battlefield that had already fallen into chaos, and echoed for a long time.

Then, Harry slowly raised the wand that he was holding tightly in his hand.

The wand was now emitting a faint purple light, accompanied by a slight "crackling" sound, as if echoing the burning fighting spirit deep in Harry's heart.

When Voldemort saw the scene in front of him, he was slightly stunned. A thought seemed to flash through his mind, but it disappeared in an instant, so he failed to capture it in time.

Just a moment later, his slightly stunned face quickly returned to his usual evil and ferocious sneer.

"Humph, you guys who don't know your own limitations actually dare to try to stop me? What a joke!"

As Voldemort roared angrily, the dark magic power that was already surging in his hands suddenly became even more violent, rolling and surging like a black torrent.

In the blink of an eye, the entire sky seemed to be swallowed up by this terrifying dark magic. The sky, which was already a little gloomy, now became as dark and depressing as ink.

At this moment, Voldemort suddenly seemed to remember something important and began to look around.

However, after he glanced around, a hint of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Why hasn't my Potions Master shown up yet?" Voldemort frowned and muttered to himself, obviously worried about Snape who had not appeared yet.

Then, a mocking smile appeared on his face as he continued, "Speaking of which, I should really thank my Potions Master. If Bella hadn't accidentally discovered the secret hidden in Hogwarts, I probably wouldn't have known that my Potions Master was so amazing that he could even create potions that could stimulate the potential abilities of wizards."

After saying this, Voldemort couldn't help but grin and laugh triumphantly. The cold light shone faintly from between his teeth, which was chilling.

At the same time, Snape, who was in the stands, clearly felt that countless eyes were cast towards him.

But in the face of so many strange looks, Snape remained motionless like an iceberg, always maintaining his usual indifferent expression.

However, at this moment, Riddle, who was hiding in Snape's hair, was very unhappy.

He was filled with indignation. What did he mean by 'my' Potions Master? It was obviously his Severus!

Damn socket head, get away from me now!

"This thick, dark power..." After drinking the potion smuggled out by Bella, Voldemort finally realized that what he possessed was not the ultimate.

He suddenly raised his head, his face full of madness and distortion.

Voldemort's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped his mouth.

It seemed as if the whole world was about to be swallowed up by his madness.

That's right, he is the destined dark lord! The darkness will also be controlled by him!

No one can stop his progress, and anyone who dares to resist him will be crushed into dust.

Lucius on the side seemed to be on high alert, but in fact his heart was already elsewhere.

He caressed Narcissa's slender fingers absentmindedly, a barely perceptible smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, a holy white light emanated from his body, like a bright moon hanging in the night sky.

The white light instantly illuminated everything around, softening the originally eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Especially Lucius's handsome face, which looked even more beautiful and breathtaking against the backdrop of white light.

Different from Voldemort's arrogant and powerful aura, this white light is so gentle and peaceful. It quietly envelops every saint, just like a mother protecting her children.

Not only that, this white light seemed to have some special power, and it quietly protected a Death Eater who was on the edge.

Under the protection of the white light, they gradually regained their composure.

Seeing this, the other saints standing next to Cantanclous moved without hesitation, cleverly concealing his figure to prevent others from discovering his abnormality.

From a distance, the saints seemed to be covered with a layer of milky white gauze, which seemed fragile and vulnerable. Only those who were in it knew that this gauze was actually extremely strong.

It also exudes a warm and reassuring atmosphere, which makes people involuntarily develop a strong sense of trust and security.

Voldemort's eyes were red, and black mist surrounded him, making him look even less like a human.

He tightly grasped the dark magic power that had gathered to its peak state in both hands, and without hesitation, he used all his strength to push this ball of dark magic power towards Lucius and the saints around him.

Voldemort felt the restraint of Lucius's magic on him, and he had a premonition that he would lose today.

At this moment, he was unusually calm, and his seemingly crazy actions were actually an attempt to find a way to retreat.

As long as you can survive, nothing else matters!

As for the life and death of these Death Eaters, what does it have to do with him?

After all, as his loyal subordinate, he should devote everything to him, even his life.

The dark magic released by Voldemort and the light magic cast by Lucius collided violently.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with these two completely opposite but equally powerful forces.

A loud noise like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth suddenly rang out, as if even the sky was about to be torn apart by this huge impact force.

But the magic circle that Narcissa had cast before was obviously still exerting its power silently.

Just as Lucius and Voldemort were engaged in a fierce battle, the surging magic power of the two, which was enough to destroy the world, collided with each other. The terrifying energy storm that erupted in an instant only made Narcissa frown.

It seemed as if this shocking confrontation was just a small disturbance to her.