The power contributed by the old wand in his own hands was very limited.

As Voldemort said, he did have a trump card, but the process of opening it took a little time. He calmly - even waved the old wand with a hint of grace, resisting the powerful spells that kept roaring from all directions.

But whether it was Voldemort or Harry hiding behind him, he could find that the old man seemed to be really old and dull. The fatigue on his face was not pretended, and the reaction was not as sharp as his opponent. It seemed very difficult to face the continuous offensive.

Why didn't he summon Fox? Harry thought without emotion, and he (and Voldemort) stared at Dumbledore, watching him fall into decline, was this person in front of him causing everything now, and permanently changing their fate?

He tried his best to make himself die.

At this moment, Harry and Voldemort's emotions seemed to overlap. He waved his snake wooden staff, shattered a piece of earth, and cut off a protruding rock wall. The huge magic power almost divided the sunken valley into two, and the broken wood and soil were rolled up high. More sunlight fell from the crack of the valley. Voldemort (Harry) narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old man who was staggering and seemed to be falling.

He seemed so powerless, as if the most ordinary killing curse could kill him.

The snake face showed a grim smile. He was so excited that he was about to explode. The long-cherished wish of many years - the mortal enemy of many years fell in front of him. What a wonderful feeling. He slowly raised his wand.

"Harry! Harry!" Hogwarts Castle, Ron and Hermione called this name. Just now, Harry suddenly stopped moving, and a strong hatred appeared in his eyes.

"Don't bother him!" Snape said, getting up from the ground.

"But--" Hermione looked at Snape at a loss, then Harry, and moved away from his position. When Snape finally saw Harry's condition clearly, he took a breath. Harry's green eyes were covered with blood, and his pupils gradually disappeared, turning into a pair of snake eyes.

"Harry! Wake up!" Ron yelled in his ear regardless.

Harry turned a deaf ear and raised his right hand - although there was no wand on that hand, he still made the spell to fire. "Harry!" Ron and Hermione shook him in despair. They didn't know what was going on, but knew that the current state was extremely dangerous.

Harry's chin opened and closed, his lips squirmed.

A few hundred kilometers away, a person who is in his heart is doing the same action-

"Avada chewed the big tile!"

"Hu God Guard!"
Chapter completed!