Chapter 1020 The Elder Wand

Congratulations to Sirius for completing a taunt with outstanding results.

Speaking of Sirius's taunting skills, he is actually not very skilled. It is still a bit difficult to taunt someone accurately without hurting innocent people, but who is he facing at this time?

Voldemort!

After all, he is a dark wizard who is at the top of the wizarding world in the Rotten Kingdom. Ever since he became famous, he has never been ridiculed in front of someone like this, and he has also been seen to be so embarrassed.

If you think about it carefully, it doesn't matter if you scold him harshly behind his back, since he can't hear it anyway, but if you ridicule him in person, you will still be ridiculed by someone who has always been at odds with you.

The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more his eyes turned red.

"Black!!!" Voldemort roared, and a red light shot out from the tip of his staff, hitting Sirius so fast that no one could react.

"Pfft--" Sirius, who had no time to react, was knocked away and fell to the ground, coughing violently. The pain as if his heart had been crushed made him unable to say a word and could only make a "haha" sound.

Voldemort let out a bad breath, and heard a heartbreaking scream, "No! No! Sirius! No! Damn it! You bastard!"

Without warning, the extremely powerful disarming curse hit Voldemort on the back. Although he had turned his body into a ball of smoke, the slowing curse that came out of nowhere made his whole body tremble and he was demonized again. When the curse hit, Voldemort flew out and smashed into the boulder that the big raccoon cat had turned into.

Seeing this, the big raccoon cat quickly recovered its original form, laughed evilly, and suddenly a big stick appeared in his hand. He swung it out without hesitation. Voldemort only had time to let most of his body turn into black mist, then he took the big stick with his face and was killed. The smash made his head buzz, and his face was covered in red, yellow, and white.

It hurts just looking at it.

Harry rushed to Sirius and shouted in panic, "Sirius! Sirius! How are you?"

Sirius opened his eyes and saw Harry's worried face. He felt a little relieved, but the pain in his body made him couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "Quick, Harry, get out of the way, Voldemort..."

As he said that, his expression changed, and he didn't know where he got the strength to push Harry away. Harry was thrown to pieces by his sudden movement. After finally coming back to his senses, he saw Sirius lay motionless on the ground, like...

It's like there is no breath.

Harry was completely stunned.

How can this be? !

How could Sirius die? !

"No!" Harry shouted and rushed towards Sirius. Voldemort suddenly appeared and with a wave of his hand, the Killing Curse appeared and hit him.

Harry was hit by a huge force, and his whole body rolled and flew out. The wand he borrowed from Robert also fell aside.

After all, it wasn't his original wand, and it didn't fit well in his hand.

Harry coughed violently and felt heartbreaking pain.

Voldemort looked furious and couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort shouted, "Why didn't you die after being hit by the Killing Curse?"

Harry had no strength to reply to him. Now that he was about to faint from pain, he had no time to reply to Voldemort.

Voldemort had never seen such a person ignore him, and continued to attack Harry angrily, but this time, he did not use the killing curse, but used other black magic to attack him.

At this time, the snow girl was ready, her eyes turned silvery white, countless wind and snow fell from the sky, and the world in front of her changed.

Looking at everything in front of him, Voldemort's expression changed, Snow Girl? Could it be the one who escaped?

He knew that one of his subordinates had a very powerful snow girl, but that subordinate was too stupid and had been killed by him, and the snow girl disappeared.

Could it be that that snow girl was so ignorant that she wanted to cause trouble for her master?

Voldemort sneered.

Even if you want to cause trouble for yourself, you have to see if you have the ability!

With this thought, Voldemort lit up the surrounding trees with a powerful fire spell.

Seeing the dancing flames, the snow girl's expression changed, she quickly retreated, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"She can't touch the flames." Murakami said worriedly, "Nothing is too hot. We almost burned her when we tried to shake hands with her just now."

Sure enough, the snow girl is that kind of powerful yet fragile creature.

Seeing the snow girl leaving, the heavy snow did not stop, and even tended to get bigger and bigger. After a while, even the severe fire curse could not withstand the snowfall of this scope and intensity, and gradually extinguished in front of everyone's eyes.

The little wizards all sighed in their hearts. She was indeed a snow girl who had lived for hundreds of years. This level of magic and her unique skills were even more terrifying than Voldemort's.

And Mr. Dark Lord was so angry that he almost fainted. He was actually defeated by a mere ration? What a shame!

At this time, he had lost his usual wit and calmness, and all he could think about was how to deal with this damn shikigami.

However, the snow girl has long since disappeared. Not to mention Voldemort, even the little wizards who watched her run away don't know where she went.

Voldemort turned his head, thinking, since the shikigami ran away, I will collect some interest. However, when he turned around, his expression froze.

Where are people? !

Where are the people I put here before?

On the white snow, not to mention Harry's traces, even Sirius's previous traces were covered up.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with red light. After scanning inch by inch, he realized that there was indeed no trace of the person.

Voldemort's face was distorted.

This technique cannot be accomplished without apparation, but he only knows one person who can achieve this level of apparation.

"Dumbledore! I know you are here, Dumbledore!" Voldemort shouted, "I know where your students are hiding. If you don't come out, I will go to their gathering place and see where they are. When the time comes, do you save them or yourself?"

He actually thought that it was Principal Dumbledore who rescued Harry and Sirius.

However, to his disappointment, Principal Dumbledore did not respond to him, and the forest remained quiet.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He felt that this was Dumbledore's conspiracy to lure him there.

So, he raised the wand in his hand and shouted, "Dumbledore, look what this is!"

The eyes of the young wizards all fell on the wand in Voldemort's hand.

They were a little curious and a little confused. Why did they show Principal Dumbledore his wand?

What's wrong with this wand?

Just as he was thinking about it, Voldemort's voice sounded sinisterly, "This is your wand, the Elder Wand. Now, it is mine!"