The two lights met in the air—Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if electrified, and he held it so tightly that he couldn't let go even if he wanted to—a thin beam of light connected the two wands, neither red nor red. The ones are not green, but dazzling gold. Harry looked along the beam in amazement, and saw that Voldemort's pale, slender fingers were also holding a trembling wand.
Then quite unexpectedly, Harry felt his feet lift off the ground, and he and Voldemort were both lifted into the air, both wands still held together by that gleaming golden thread.
The piece of money connecting Harry and Voldemort suddenly split, but the two wands were still tightly connected, and a thousand arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort. Arcs of light interweaved around them until they formed a domed golden mesh, a cage of thousands of rays.
"It really is." Dumbledore looked up at what was happening in the sky, his blue eyes were hidden behind half-moon lenses, no one knew what he was thinking at this time.
The old man stopped, and seemed in no hurry to attack Voldemort.
Suddenly, a wonderful, celestial sound rang through the air... It emanated from every fiber of the optical web vibrating around Harry and Voldemort. Harry recognized it, even though he had only heard the music once before. This is the song of the Phoenix.
To Harry, the voice represented hope...it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life...he felt it was singing inside him rather than around him.
"Harry, hold on, maintain the connection." A familiar and kind voice passed through the golden arc and rang in his ears.
It was the voice of Dumbledore, himself floating in the air, with Headmaster Dumbledore at his feet, and even though he was still in a daze, Harry knew that if his connection with Voldemort were broken, he would be in a very bad situation. Bad situation.
It can't be disconnected... But just as he thought of this, the difficulty of maintaining the connection suddenly increased. His wand vibrated more violently... and the golden thread connecting him to Voldemort changed... as if large beads of light were sliding along the thread—Harry felt the wand tremble in his hand, and the beads began to Slowly gliding towards him... the bead of light was leaving Voldemort and moving towards him, his wand was vibrating violently...
As the first bead of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand was so hot that he was almost afraid it would catch fire. The closer the bead got, the harder Harry's wand vibrated. He thought his wand would not stand up to the touch of the pearl. His wand seemed about to shatter in his hands—
He concentrated all his thoughts and tried to force the light beads to Voldemort's side. The song of the phoenix echoed in his ears, his eyes were fixed, blazing with fury... Slowly, slowly, the quivering bead stopped, and then, just as slowly, it began to move towards the other end... Now Voldemort's wand violently Vibrated... Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened...
A quivering bead of light came within inches of the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't know why he was doing it, or what it would lead to...but he had never been so focused in his life on forcing the light into the tip of Voldemort's wand...slowly...slowly...the light The bead moved along the wire... trembling for a moment... connected to the tip of the rod...
Suddenly, Voldemort's wand let out a scream of pain, which echoed endlessly... And then - Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.
The arc of light surrounding the two suddenly disappeared, and the two were immediately exposed to the empty night sky.
Voldemort's arm trembled violently. He wanted to cast magic to keep himself from falling in mid-air, but found that he temporarily lost control of his wand, which seemed to be out of his hand at any moment.
Dense smoke gushed out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Voldemort looked at the scene in front of him in panic.
He can still accept the weakening of power, because this power is under his control after all, and he can still delve into more profound and evil magic, so as to restore his strength, even better than before.
There is no end to the study of magic.
But now, something beyond his comprehension really happened.
"Stop!" He frantically reprimanded the yew wand in his hand, increased his grip, and desperately commanded and yelled at his wand. In mid-air, there was a faint whimper of unwillingness. The sound quickly dissipated in the wind, and the trembling wand finally eased a little, and began to obey his control again.
Watching the thick smoke gradually condense in mid-air, Voldemort's brain was spinning rapidly, and he had no time to look at what the thick smoke would form. He felt that this might be an opportunity to escape.
"Goodbye, teacher, and the so-called Mr. Savior, I will come back." Voldemort said unwillingly, and then his body suddenly exploded into a wisp of light smoke, blending into the thick smoke, and then a hurricane blew away without warning. After getting up, the smoke was blown away, and the demon escaped just like that. If it weren't for the many Death Eaters lying on the ground, anyone would think that he had just hallucinated.
The connection between the wands was broken, and Harry began to fall freely in mid-air. The whistling wind blade seemed to pierce his eardrums. He felt that he was about to faint or that he was about to lose consciousness at this time.
But at the last second before he lost consciousness, the corners of his mouth turned up and he smiled.
Because he saw his parents smiling at him, it was not an illusion.
The ghost of a long-haired woman fell to the ground like Bertha, straightened up and stared at him... Harry's eyes were on his mother's face, his arms shaking violently.
"Your dad is here too..." she said softly, "he wants to see you... it will be fine... hang on..."
And he came out... first the head, then the body... a tall man with shaggy hair - the spirit of James Potter who had risen from the tip of Voldemort's wand, fell to the ground like his wife, straightened up. He approached Harry, looked down at him, and spoke to him in the same distant, echoing voice, but in a low voice.
The smoke blown away by Voldemort did not include them.
"Am I going to die? Are they all hallucinating?" This was the last thought in Harry's mind, and then he passed out.
"Professor Dumbledore, long time no see." The Potters, who were made of gray smoke, turned around and smiled. At this time, they greeted the old man leisurely.
"Yeah, long time no see." Dumbledore wiped the moist corners of his eyes and said with relief.
"It seems that our child is doing well, thanks to your care." Lily gave Harry a loving look with her emerald green eyes. She knew that her child was just in a coma. Not too worried.
"Sure." Dumbledore lowered his eyes.
"We won't be staying for long. I hope you can spend more time to make Harry live a happier life. After all, he lost us and lacked the care of his parents since he was a child." James nodded and pleaded.
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.
"By the way, don't be partial, the brat should be dealt with if he violated the school rules." James laughed out loud.
"Do you think they are all like you?" Lily glanced at her husband reproachfully, "Harry must be an obedient student." She said softly.
"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed twice, "I think Harry is more like his father in this respect," the old man added.
"Okay." Lily rubbed her forehead helplessly.
"Oh, it's time, we should go." The couple said tacitly, their smoky bodies began to gradually become transparent.
"Goodbye." Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and waved to them.
"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore." The couple said together.
A breeze blew, and the gray smoke dissipated, as if it had never been there.