Harry's information is indeed very valuable. It seems that Voldemort is determined to use that magic to transform himself into an evil god!
Once he succeeded, he would no longer be a human wizard, and naturally he would no longer need any magic wand as a weapon. The body of the monster itself is a weapon, not the body of the evil god decomposed by Salazar Slytherin, nor the projection of the evil god under the seal, but a complete evil god, a powerful monster incarnated by Voldemort.
If Voldemort's magic cannot be stopped, then this will be the enemy that Ivan and the others need to face.
As for the secret of the Elder Wand, Ivan was not too worried. That wand was indeed powerful, but its owner was not Voldemort.
Only the real master can use this strongest wand.
Voldemort didn't know this at all. He couldn't exert the power of the Elder Wand, and he would even suffer backlash if he used it forcibly.
"Something has to be done," said Harry at last. "Voldemort has to be stopped."
"Judging from tonight's situation, we are still unable to fight him head-on." Aiwen said, "We have to follow the previous plan."
"So when do we start? Can't wait any longer, I think first"
"First of all, you have to cut off contact with him, Harry!" Hermione said again stubbornly, glaring at him aggressively, "Otherwise you can't go anywhere and stay here under the protection of the Order of the Phoenix. I don't want you to be sensed by Voldemort because of that scar just after you left the Burrow."
"I'll try to close my brain, Hermione, there won't be a next time!" Harry didn't meet Hermione's eyes.
At this time, Gabriel suddenly jumped up from the bed and screamed. She pointed out the window and shouted, "Look, my sister is back!"
Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a thestral suddenly appearing in the sky and landing in the yard.
Bill and Fleur slid off the Thestral's back, their hair tousled by the wind, but unhurt.
Finally, everyone involved in tonight's operation returned, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
In the darkness, Ron stood alone, unable to move an inch.
"Harry! Mad-Eye! Sirius! Ivan!" Ron shouted, and after a long time there was no response, he cursed.
He didn't know where he was or why he was here.
He clearly remembered that he had participated in the operation of Harry's transfer, and together with Moody, he had escaped from the encirclement of Death Eaters.
But before he had time to be happy, he saw Voldemort appearing behind him out of thin air, getting closer and closer to him.
Thinking of Voldemort's terrifying face, Ron couldn't help but shiver.
He still remembered that he was surrounded by the black mist controlled by Voldemort, and then he lost consciousness, and when he woke up, he appeared here alone.
Ron called everyone's names again, but there was still no response.
"Damn it, where's me, my wand!"
He fumbled in his bosom with his hands, and was delighted to find that the wand was still on him. He pulled it out and shouted, "Luminescence."
A faint light dispelled the darkness, and Ron finally saw the space he was in.
He was standing in a stone room, which looked familiar, it seemed to be a temple of the centaur!
That's right, definitely the Temple of the Moon.
He had been there with Sirius, Alvin, Harry, and Hermione in his third year.
Ron remembered well that they had gone to the top of that temple to take the test left by Godric Gryffindor.
In that vision, he saw thousands of acromantulas rushing towards him. It was a nightmare that he would never forget in his life.
Even knowing it was an illusion, Ron still collapsed at the time, failed the test, and missed the chance to get the Gryffindor Sorcerer's Stone.
That Sorcerer's Stone has powerful magic power, and it was by virtue of it that Aiwen was able to distance himself from them a little bit.
Ron can't remember how many times he dreamed of that night in the past few years, dreaming that he returned to the Moon Temple, dreaming that he passed the Gryffindor test of courage and got the Philosopher's Stone, so he I was very familiar with this place. When I saw the stone carvings on the surrounding walls, I thought of the Temple of the Moon.
"Could it be a dream?!" Ron murmured.
That's right, it must be a dream, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he suddenly appeared in this place.
However, this dream seemed to be different from usual. In previous dreams, Ron didn't need to use his wand to cast any fluorescent spells.
In those dreams, he could see the surrounding scene clearly.
When Ron walked out of the room according to the route he remembered, he stopped immediately, and saw that the ground was covered with dark red liquid.
is blood!
No, it can't be, maybe it's just a paint.
Ron moved forward tremblingly, the centaur temple in his dream tonight was particularly eerie and eerie.
He was moving towards the top, and the surroundings were extremely oppressive because of the silence.
The most frightening thing was the surrounding walls and ground, which were still dotted with blood stains at first, but soon appeared in large areas and large areas.
Moving forward, the sticky blood stains almost soaked the entire building.
They flow down from above along the gaps in the temple.
The pungent smell hit his face, no matter how much Ron deceived himself, it was useless.
He wanted to go back, but the road behind disappeared, and the deep darkness in the corridor was like a monster's mouth, choosing to eat people.
Ron was kind of broken, his instincts told him he would die if he went back, and his only option was to keep going.
He ran forward quickly, regardless of the sticky blood.
"It's just a dream, it's just a dream, it's all fake." Ron kept muttering.
Finally, he came to the top of the dark temple.
He had thought that he would see a huge square, towering statues of centaur, and a sky full of stars. It was like this in previous dreams, but this time, all he saw were corpses, piled up in mountains, towering Ruo Yun, those pale-skinned dead people all stared at him with empty eyes.
These corpses are the source of the blood flowing just now.
In the sky, a huge Dark Mark replaced the stars, and the green skeleton emitted a faint green light.
Seeing this suddenly, Ron suddenly lost his strength and slumped on the ground.
He felt that he might faint, but his consciousness was exceptionally clear.
"You are finally here!" said a cold voice, "The Chosen One!"
"Who? Who's talking to me?" Ron yelled with all his might.
"It's me, the great Voldemort!" A figure emerged from the mountain of corpses in the darkness, and walked towards Ron, "You may or may not know me, but it doesn't matter, one day, you will Remember the name, the name that makes all wizards shudder."
With the dark green light, Ron saw clearly that it was Voldemort, the young Tom Riddle who was walking towards him!