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

The power generated by this collision of magic far exceeded any previous magical confrontation.

The extremely powerful energy ripples spread wildly in all directions like raging waves, raising clouds of smoke, dust, flying sand and rocks wherever they passed.

Even many powerful saints could not withstand such a terrifying impact and were knocked to the ground.

Fortunately, most of the affected saints only suffered minor injuries and were not in serious condition. After all, they were still under Lucius' protection.

But those Death Eaters who were not protected by Lucius' magic were in a miserable state. Most of them fainted on the spot, with blood gushing out of their seven orifices.

Although the remaining small number of people were barely able to stay conscious, they were also seriously injured and shaky.

The gentle water was like a nimble silver snake, rapidly shuttling through the air, while the mysterious runes hidden in the water were flashing a faint but heart-pounding light.

All of this was under Narcissa's exquisite magic control, rushing towards Voldemort at an astonishing speed.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened instantly. He keenly sensed the terrifying power contained in this seemingly gentle flow of water.

He subconsciously tried to dodge sideways, but Narcissa's attack was too fast and too fierce, leaving him no chance to react.

In an instant, the water hit Voldemort like a cannonball.

With a loud bang, Voldemort was struck flying by an invisible giant hand. His body arced through the air before landing heavily on the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust.

As Voldemort fell to the ground, an extremely powerful impact force spread out in all directions, uprooting the surrounding trees and causing earth and rocks to shatter and splash everywhere.

The thick layer of dark magic that originally surrounded Voldemort quickly dissipated like a candle in the wind under this blow, leaving only a few specks of black light still struggling hard.

The water silently wrapped around Voldemort and surrounded him tightly.

Those Death Eaters who were still alive witnessed with their own eyes that the Dark Lord, who they thought was so arrogant and powerful, was defeated so easily.

Everyone was stunned and had no idea how to deal with this sudden change.

"Master!" Although Bella was close to him, Voldemort, perhaps out of a change of heart, reluctantly protected her. Even though she was also blown away and seriously injured, she was better off than the other Death Eaters.

Voldemort twisted his body with difficulty, trying to get up from the ground, but his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and every effort he made only made his movements more awkward.

On his paper-pale face, the muscles were twisted and deformed due to extreme anger, and his already gloomy and terrifying face looked even more hideous and terrifying.

Those scarlet eyes were like two balls of hellfire, burning hot and violent, and the rage spewing out of them seemed to burn everything in front of them to ashes.

Voldemort opened his mouth and let out a dull and low roar from the depths of his throat, like a wounded beast roaring in despair.

"Narcissa Black!" He gritted his teeth and shouted the name, his voice full of resentment and murderous intent.

However, in the face of Voldemort's terrifying momentum, Narcissa remained calm and stood where she was.

Her beautiful and cold eyes looked directly at Voldemort without fear, and she waved the wand in her hand continuously, manipulating the water to swirl and dance in the air, forming a powerful barrier that trapped Voldemort firmly inside.

She even ignored the resentful look Bellatrix cast at her.

Only when she caught a glimpse of her husband Lucius and son Draco beside her did a hint of imperceptible tenderness finally appear in her eyes.

Especially when she saw Draco standing silently beside Harry, Narcissa's heart trembled slightly.

She knew that her child had many unknown secrets, but as a mother, she didn't care.

As long as Draco could stay by her side and live safely and healthily, nothing else mattered to her.

Somehow, Narcissa suddenly recalled that a few days ago she had overheard the Death Eaters talking privately about Draco and Harry.

They said Draco was gentle, lacked ambition, and was more like his father, Lucius, than they were.

She couldn't help but want to laugh. How could Lucius be such a person without ambition?

He wanted the glory of the Malfoy family to be immortal, and wanted his wife and children to live in happiness and joy forever.

Money and power are no longer out of reach for him.

The glory of the Malfoy family is destined to shine forever!

Now, he has simply achieved these goals ahead of time, which gives people the illusion that he is indifferent to everything.

As for her beloved little dragon, Draco, who says he has no ambition?

However, now all of this may be just some insignificant pranks and fun in his eyes.

What was in Draco's eyes?

Narcissa had tried many times to find the answer in her son's eyes.

Sometimes she could see her own reflection in it, the outline of her husband Lucius, and catch a glimpse of Severus, but Harry was the one who appeared most often...

But more often than not, especially when Draco was alone, Narcissa would occasionally glance at him and what she saw was Draco's expressionless face.

Those eyes were like a bottomless pool, so calm that it was heart-wrenching, as if there was nothing in them.

That arrogant demeanor, as if he looked down upon everything in the world and was superior to everyone else, was like a heavy mountain pressing down on Narcissa's heart, making her feel panic-stricken and at a loss.

The only thought in her mind was that she hoped her beloved Xiaolong could stay with her forever and not leave.

It’s not that Draco can only be within her sight, but Draco always makes Narcissa feel like he will leave at any time.

With only one string, she was destined to fail in catching the kite that was soaring higher and higher. What if she had more strings? The more bonds and love she had, the more willing her little dragon would be to stay a little longer, right?

So Narcissa had already noticed the matter between Draco and Harry, and had the intention to push it forward.

Therefore, it was entirely possible to completely eliminate the huge threat of Voldemort at a faster speed, but when Draco proposed that he wanted to resurrect Voldemort today and then kill him as in the original plot.

Faced with her son's special wish, Narcissa immediately nodded in agreement without even a moment's hesitation.

Although she didn't know the exact reason, as long as it was something Draco really wanted, no matter how difficult or dangerous it was, Narcissa would do her best to help him achieve it without hesitation.

The saints who were still immersed in shock finally came to their senses.

They looked in horror at the severely injured and already crumbling Voldemort in front of them, exchanged glances with each other, and once again marveled at the ability of the master they were loyal to.

An inexplicable tacit understanding quietly spread between them - they knew that it was time to wrap up and this wonderful show should come to an end.

A saint of high moral standing and age took the lead. He tightly grasped the glittering magic wand in his hand and shouted with all his might, "Everyone, let us work together to eradicate this demon that is wreaking havoc on the world!"

His voice was as loud and shocking as a huge bell. Before he finished speaking, the other saints responded in unison with great enthusiasm.

Immediately afterwards, dazzling holy magic gushed out from the tips of the wands in their hands, like colorful arrows of light streaking through the sky.

In the eyes of the audience on the other side of the water curtain, it seemed as if they were rapidly converging towards Voldemort with endless justice and courage.

"Pfft." Draco couldn't help it after all, and a chuckle escaped from the corner of his slightly raised mouth.

He was really amused by the somewhat exaggerated performances of these saints in front of him. Their exaggerated movements and expressions could not be noticed by the excited audience.

Harry, who was standing by, gently reached out his hand and stroked Draco's hair that was messed up by the wind.

His eyes were filled with endless doting, as if Draco was the only one in the world who could occupy his full attention at this moment.

Life is peaceful here, but there is war over there.

Voldemort felt that the attacks of the saints were coming towards him like a surging tide.

He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to gather the little remaining dark magic power in his body.

After a difficult struggle, he finally succeeded in erecting a black shield around his body. This shield was like an indestructible armor, protecting Voldemort tightly.

Upon seeing this, the saints unleashed their most powerful magical attacks. For a moment, colorful lights bloomed in the sky like fireworks.

When these colorful magic beams hit Voldemort's shield hard, dreamy magic halos splashed out instantly.

However, although the shield seemed incredibly strong, it couldn't withstand such a fierce attack for long. With each attack, the shield began to flicker, and its light became increasingly dim.

At the same time, Narcissa, who had been silent all this time, silently chanted a complex and ancient spell.

In an instant, the water that originally enveloped Voldemort seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force and began to shrink rapidly.

They gathered together at an astonishing speed, like countless extremely hard steel cables, tightly strangling Voldemort's body.

Voldemort suddenly felt a sharp pain and he couldn't help but scream out in pain.

The already shaky shield was completely broken because he was distracted by resisting the restraint of the water flow.

Voldemort, who had lost the protection of his shield, was now completely exposed to the attacks of the saints.

The Saints naturally would not miss this excellent opportunity. They poured out all their attacks without hesitation.

Powerful magic beams hit Voldemort directly, causing a series of violent explosions.

The entire space was shrouded in dazzling light and billowing smoke, making it difficult to see what was going on inside...

This time, Voldemort suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. His once terrifying body now collapsed to the ground like a pile of lifeless rags.

The powerful magical aura emanating from him had now become extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Bella witnessed Voldemort's tragic condition and felt heartbroken.

Although she was also covered in wounds, she still struggled hard and crawled towards Voldemort with difficulty.

Her eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, and her vision was blurred by tears.

At the same time, the other Death Eaters saw that Voldemort had been defeated, and their firm beliefs collapsed in an instant.

Fear spread like a plague. These usually vicious guys no longer cared about their dignity and loyalty. They scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in panic.

However, due to the magic circle carefully set up by Narcissa in advance, no matter how they ran, they could not escape from this area and could only go around in circles like headless flies.

Narcissa stood there quietly, her wand tightly gripped in her hand.

Her eyes swept coldly over the trapped Death Eaters, without a trace of mercy on her face.

After a moment, she spoke in a tone devoid of emotion: "Capture the remaining Death Eaters."

Upon hearing Narcissa's order, the saints immediately took action.

Holding wands, they approached the panicked Death Eaters step by step.

Narcissa turned her head slightly and cast her gaze towards Harry and Draco who were not far away.

When she saw the two people's tightly clasped hands, her originally tense face gradually relaxed and revealed a gentle smile.

"Harry, e." Narcissa called softly.

Harry heard this, tightened his grip on Draco's hand slightly, and then they walked towards Narcissa together.

As they gradually approached, the figures of the two people finally appeared clearly on the water curtain.

"Harry, only you can truly kill Voldemort." Narcissa turned slightly sideways.

Behind her, Voldemort lay on the ground, his body twitching slightly. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength, but his blood-red eyes were still staring at Harry, revealing endless hatred and unwillingness.

However, there was an indescribable expression on his pale face, as if he was relieved, but also seemed to be mixed with a little helplessness.

Harry stood there quietly, not showing much surprise when he heard Narcissa's words.