Chapter 691 The decisive moment
There is no night that cannot be overcome, and there is no dawn that will not come.
The cold night is long and dawn is finally coming, so how can we be blinded by the green light of the Killing Curse in front of us!
Ada raised her hand and raised the Elder Wand, and the bolt of grace shot out. With a bang, like a cannonball exploding, powerful spells collided in mid-air, and the aftermath of the explosion shocked everyone in the auditorium.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the top duel between Ada and Voldemort began again. Everyone could not even see clearly how the two took action. They could only see the light of the spell shining continuously under the magic ceiling.
Such a high-speed attack, but the spell cast was so terrifying and powerful. People in the auditorium were all covered in cold sweat just watching from the sidelines, let alone facing the attacks of these two people.
With wands twirling and spells flying, the fight between Ada and Voldemort became intense from the beginning.
Voldemort's already pale face became even paler at this moment, his scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent, and the overflowing murderous intent was as real as the substance, making people breathless.
Voldemort flipped his hand and flicked a spell towards him, then waved his wand fiercely, and another green light flew towards Ada.
With her long sleeves fluttering, Ada nimbly dodged the dangerous Killing Curse, raised the Elder Wand in her hand, and the tiles paved on the floor of the auditorium flew up, spinning towards Voldemort.
The floor tiles that were lifted up were like waves rolled up by the sea. They were slapped on the head fiercely, and suddenly they turned into a pincer shape, clamping down on Voldemort's body. The floor tiles gathered and accumulated one after another, as if Voldemort was built into a brick wall.
Did you win?
Everyone watching the battle thought that the brick wall they longed for change could crush Voldemort, so that they could cheer with confidence and celebrate this hard-won victory.
However, Voldemort is not a rotten fish, and such magic cannot trap him. The deafening explosion hit the eardrums of everyone present. The brick wall that trapped Voldemort was blown apart, and the masonry and rubble flew everywhere.
"Drizzt, is this all you have?" Voldemort roared angrily, swinging his broad sleeves. Before the floor tiles could fly out, the floor tiles condensed and deformed, and a big snake stood in the auditorium with its head held high.
The giant snake head suddenly smashed down, and Ada raised her wand——
boom! Just for a moment, smoke and dust spread all over the auditorium, and the ground shook three times. The onlookers could see neither Voldemort nor Ada.
As far as the eye can see, except for the smoke and dust that cannot be dispersed, there is only the green light that can tear everything apart, the green light that seduces people and kills them!
When the smoke and dust cleared, people found that the floor of the auditorium was cracked, Ada was fighting with Voldemort again, and the big snake made of bricks and stones had long since disintegrated and turned into dust.
Ada flicked the wand continuously, and the lightning extending from the tip of the wand flew up and down like a long whip, forcing Voldemort to dodge and move around like a circus clown dancing funny steps.
Watching Voldemort's dodging movements, a magical melody sounded in Ada's mind - every day Im shuffling
So Ada opened her mouth and mocked: "Mr. Tom Riddle, are you teaching us how to shuffle?"
Voldemort didn't understand what a shuffle was, but the sarcasm in Ada's words was overflowing. Even a fool could understand it, let alone the Dark Lord.
Furious! The unparalleled curse came out of the wand with Voldemort's overwhelming anger and went straight towards Ada. The power of the spell made people's scalp numb and even their hair stood on end.
Ada put away her joking expression and moved continuously like a butterfly walking through flowers, once again dodging the most poisonous and evil black magic.
There was another explosion, and another side of the stone wall of the auditorium fell down. The early morning sunlight spilled into the auditorium along the gap in the wall, making people feel warm and warm.
Taking advantage of Ada's opportunity to dodge, Voldemort shot one killing curse after another from Voldemort's wand. The Dark Lord looked like a human Gatling.
"Aren't you protected by love? Aren't you protected by sacrifice? Why are you running! Are you afraid of death?" The furious Voldemort shouted loudly, and Ada's continuous dodges made the Dark Lord even more annoyed.
Even though Harry Potter took the initiative to sacrifice himself and provided a layer of protection for everyone at Hogwarts, Ada still didn't want to face Avada. What if her appearance was disfigured and she turned into a scar?
The most important thing is, what if Voldemort accurately hits him and the Dark Lord takes this opportunity to escape?
If Voldemort escaped today, it would be difficult to find him in this vast sea of people. At that time, everyone will be on guard and watch out for Voldemort's evil intentions and sneak attacks day and night.
"That's a big mistake, Tom, death is not a terrible thing." Ada replied, dodging while approaching Voldemort.
To be precise, death itself is not a terrible thing. After death, everything ceases. What people really fear is the unknown and the process of dying.
The Elder Wand in Ada's hand was tapped continuously, and several golden-red flames flew towards Voldemort. At the same time, he smacked his hands downwards with his free left hand, causing a circle of ripples to form on the floor of the auditorium like a rippling lake.
Voldemort waved his hands, deflecting and dispelling the golden-red flames one by one. However, the fluctuations from the ground still made his figure sway, making him unsteady.
"Avada Kedavra!" Ada shouted.
The green light went straight to Voldemort - just as the curse was about to hit Voldemort's chest, the Dark Lord dispersed like a cloud of mist, and the failed spell hit the wall of the auditorium, blasting a large crater.
The gloomy, dispersing fog drifted in the auditorium, forcing the onlookers to retreat, and even pounced on Harry Potter, as if they wanted to do something to the Boy-Who-Lived.
But how can a weak soul fragment be the opponent of a complete soul? Not only did Voldemort fail to possess Harry, but he was even more scattered by the wand waved by the opponent.
The ethereal smoke could not be touched or grasped, and gusts of dark wind rose out of thin air in the auditorium. With this bone-chilling wind, Voldemort's imaginary disgust drifted along the gap in the wall to the outside of the castle.
Not daring to neglect, Ada immediately flew across half of the auditorium, climbed over the ruins of the castle, and chased out.
"He escaped!"
"The mysterious man escaped!"
"Voldemort has escaped!"
Such shouts instantly filled the auditorium, and everyone's voice was filled with excitement and excitement. There were chaotic footsteps everywhere. Some people ran out of the castle in the normal way. Some people, like Ada and Voldemort, climbed out from the cracks in the wall and broken windows.
If you catch up, you must not let Voldemort escape. This was the thought in everyone's mind, and the strong light of the rising sun shone on everyone's faces, illuminating the path under their feet.
The people who ran out of the castle were delighted to find that Voldemort could not escape. The black mist was tightly bound by a blue flame string, just like a kite tightly pulled by a kite string.
Ada, who was flying the kite, held her wand high. She would never let Voldemort escape. Everything must come to an end today.
There are many, many things waiting for everyone to do in the post-war trial, reconstruction, and everyone needs to do it, so Voldemort must not be allowed to escape again, and the Dark Lord's shadow must not be allowed to continue to hang over them.
At this moment, the slender match rope suddenly burned fiercely, and the originally bright blue flames turned into a dull blue-black, and Voldemort, who had turned into black mist in the sky, disappeared.
