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Chapter 705: Courage and Belief
Chapter 705: Courage and Belief
The Death Eaters watching the scene all wore mocking expressions. Harry's attempt to use a Disarming Charm to counter the Killing Curse was akin to a fool's dream.
But the unexpected happened right before everyone's eyes!
When the red light and the green light collided head-on, they did not simply dissipate. Instead, they engaged in a fierce struggle, evenly matched.
Harry, gripping his wand, suddenly felt it vibrate as if electrified. He hadn't cast any spell, yet a golden beam shot out from the tip of his wand.
Bathed in the radiant golden light, Harry saw a similar beam erupt from Voldemort's wand. The two "Golden Threads" intertwined in mid-air.
A magical golden orb gradually formed at the center where the beams intersected, trembling unstably and cracking in several places. Countless light arcs erupted, striking the surroundings and ultimately forming a golden dome—a cage of pure light that enveloped the two figures in the center.
A wondrous celestial melody filled the air, as if played by the vibrating light arcs. Harry recognized it as the song of the Phoenix.
For a moment, he thought Dumbledore had come to save him, but the reassuring figure did not appear at his side...
The outer circle of Death Eaters was in a state of panic. No one had anticipated this turn of events, and they all retreated a few steps to avoid being struck by the chaotic light arcs.
Some frantically called out for Voldemort's instructions, while others drew their wands, ready to attack.
"Nobody move without my command!" Voldemort shouted, his red eyes filled with anger, confusion, and a subtle hint of fear.
The current situation had also exceeded Voldemort's expectations. The young wizard in front of him was so weak, as easy to crush as a lowly bug, yet when he launched the fatal blow, an unexpected turn of events occurred... This brought back the dread of the prophecy that had haunted him.
No, this is impossible!
Voldemort's face grew more menacing. He refused to believe that Harry Potter could be his nemesis. He was determined to shatter the nightmare that had haunted his heart!
"Die, Potter!" Voldemort roared, increasing the output of his magic. The golden orb in the center of the two threads began to rapidly move toward Harry.
An indescribable pressure weighed on Harry's heart. As the orb drew closer, he felt his wand vibrate more intensely, nearly to the point of exploding.
Harry struggled to fight back, but his magic was pitifully weak compared to his opponent's.
Just as Harry was about to give in, a faint voice seemed to echo from the depths of his heart...
Don't break the connection... Will is more important than magic!
The voice seemed to come from the celestial melody, and Harry almost doubted if it was just a hallucination. But he had no choice but to follow it...
Think about it, the Dark Lord killed my parents and is trying to kill me!
Harry's mind was flooded with memories of the night his parents died. He placed his left hand on his wand, channeling his rage into strength. The golden orb, which was almost upon him, slowly changed direction and began to press back toward Voldemort.
"This is impossible!" Voldemort exclaimed, his fear intensifying as he felt his own magic being turned against him.
Harry suddenly felt a significant reduction in the pressure he was under. He immediately increased his efforts, and the Golden Thread on the right began to voraciously devour the one on the left. The golden light orb accelerated, quickly reaching Voldemort's wand tip.
In the next moment, a piercing scream of pain erupted from the wand as a hand formed from thick smoke flew out and disappeared.
It was the hand Voldemort had created for Wormtail.
Then, ethereal figures began to emerge from the wand.
Harry focused intently on this extraordinary scene. The first to emerge was an old Muggle man, someone he had seen in a dream.
Soon, a second smoke-formed figure appeared, a Witch Harry did not recognize. He guessed it was Bertha Jorkins, whom Mr. Crouch had mentioned Voldemort had killed personally.
The ghosts gathered around Harry, encouraging him.
Harry gradually understood the effect of this magic. His eyes locked onto Voldemort's wand, filled with anticipation.
Sure enough, the ghost of a young woman with long hair slowly emerged from Voldemort's wand tip and drifted over to Harry.
"Mom..." Harry's voice trembled.
"Hold on, Harry, everything will be alright..." Lily Potter gazed at him with deep affection. "Your father is here too... he wants to see you."
Harry turned his head again, and his father, James Potter's spirit, rose from Voldemort's wand tip and floated over.
James and Lily looked exactly as they had in the Mirror of Erised. Harry couldn't hide his overwhelming emotion. He felt that even if he died here, it wouldn't matter, as long as he wasn't alone, and his parents were with him.
"Don't think like that, Harry! You will escape..." James said gently. "Once the connection breaks, we'll do our best to buy you some time!"
"But what should I do? I can't Apparate; I can't leave here!" Harry said anxiously, regretting not finding time to learn the spell this year.
He had been pulled to the location by Peter's Portkey and had no way to return on his own.
The ghosts were also at a loss. Bertha Jorkins circled Harry, distracting the Death Eaters, while the Muggle old man, Frank Bryce, continuously hurled venomous curses at Voldemort.
Time ticked away, and Harry's forehead was drenched in cold sweat. He felt he couldn't hold on much longer.
At that moment, James seemed to sense something and turned his head, his eyes piercing through the dark mist with a hint of joy on his face.
"Thank goodness, someone's coming to save you!" Lily also looked in that direction, her voice filled with relief.
What? Harry was confused and wanted to ask, but the golden connection between the wands had already broken.
"Whatever happens, we'll buy you some time, Harry!" James said urgently, his ethereal form dashing straight toward Voldemort.
"Hurry! Harry... run to the right!" Lily whispered, quickly following James.
To the right? Harry hastily turned his head, but the path was already blocked by the Death Eaters.
(End of Chapter)
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