Chapter 315: Another Fight with Voldemort
The shocking scene of three submarines exploding.
Through the water screen projection, it was also displayed in real time to the audience in the duel arena.
The wizards on the island witnessed this horrific scene.
They felt reluctant.
But at the same time, they felt a sense of revenge for the suffering their compatriots had endured.
Their eyes turned to the returning Hephes, their eyes filled with unparalleled admiration and fanaticism.
The shouts of “Dormammu!” echoed above the duel arena, pushing the atmosphere to a frenzied climax.
Hephis raised his hand gently, and the noise in the field gradually subsided.
But the enthusiasm burning in everyone's eyes could not be suppressed.
"Since they choose war, then we will give them war."
Hephis's voice was firm and powerful.
"This is our signal for counterattack. From today on, pick up the magic wands in your hands and protect our common home."
"Many may be sacrificed in this battle."
Hephaestus looked around, and his voice sounded like thunder.
"Are you scared?"
"Not afraid!"
"Not afraid!"
"Not afraid!"
The sound of the response was as violent as the waves of the ocean.
The shouts of “don’t be afraid” gathered into a force that shook everyone’s heart.
"Good! Your courage and fearlessness are the backbone of us wizards."
Hephaest's words inspire everyone.
Hermione then led a group of shadow backbones to organize personnel and assign tasks.
Hephis received a report from Vanasha and learned that the three US aircraft carrier battle groups had withdrawn for unknown reasons.
He also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s not that he was afraid of these three aircraft carrier battle groups. Even if there were a hundred of them, they would be just toys to him.
Even if he wanted to, he could conquer the whole world by himself.
But what Hephis wanted was not a ruin.
We must make the United States and other powerful countries see no hope and resort to means of mutual destruction.
Then this world will become a doomsday wasteland.
In a world like that, what's the point of him coming here?
Hephis frowned slightly, and Draco's guardian power was activated.
Deep in the dark dungeons of Riddle House.
Harry's consciousness slowly returned to his body.
He felt a soft touch beneath him and quickly stood up, realizing it was Draco.
At this time, Draco had already fainted with a pale face.
But the shadow guardian mark on his forehead emitted a black and gold light.
Harry's worries eased a little when he saw this.
Not far away, a faint noise caught Harry's attention.
Voldemort stood up, trembling slightly.
There was a hint of incredible fear in his usually cold and ruthless scarlet eyes.
Harry didn't know why he wanted to laugh when he saw Voldemort.
Finally he couldn't help laughing, "Tom Riddle, I never thought you would be afraid one day."
Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened, "How dare you?"
"Yes, I do," Harry replied firmly. "You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"
"Mistakes? I never make mistakes." Voldemort sneered.
"Have you forgotten that night fifteen years ago?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"Do you think you can escape as lucky as before tonight?" Voldemort raised a cruel smile.
"Escape? I don't think so, because I have something you will never understand."
Harry tightened his grip on his wand.
"Is that ridiculous love again?"
Voldemort's snake face was full of mockery.
"Love didn't stop me from crushing your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter.
This time it seems that no one will stand up and block my spell because of loving you.
Then how can you not die if I attack you?"
"Yes, it's love, but I have much more than that." Harry continued.
He had only one purpose, which was to delay time.
Draco once said that the ward mark on his body was a magical mark more powerful than the shadow flame.
Once the power of protection is activated passively, Hephis will be able to sense it.
Harry hoped that he could keep Voldemort at bay with words, so that perhaps Hephaestus could arrive.
"You think you know more magic than I do? More than me - Lord Voldemort?"
Voldemort sneered, his tone full of contempt and impatience.
He didn't want to listen to Harry's nonsense anymore, nor did he want to waste any more time.
The duel between Hephaestus and Dumbledore could end at any moment.
He had to kill Harry quickly, then rush to the dueling arena to see if there was any chance to eliminate the two men together.
The magic power around Voldemort began to surge, and with a hint of madness, he raised his wand.
Harry thought to himself that something was wrong, but he recited the spell quickly without hesitation.
"Clap clap clap!"
A sudden burst of applause rang out in the dark dungeon.
Hephaestus slowly emerged from the void like a bubble.
His figure gradually became clear.
Voldemort's pupils contracted sharply, and his face was full of surprise.
"You've won the battle? So quickly?"
"Not really, mainly because Dumbledore's magic was so spectacular that we played for a while longer."
Hephis' tone was very relaxed.
He chatted happily with Voldemort as if he was facing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort took advantage of Hephaestus still speaking and suddenly launched an attack.
A green light quickly shot towards Hephes.
Yet Hephis didn't even move.
A silver-white shield that had condensed into substance appeared in front of him, blocking the green light.
The green light hit the shield, sparks flying.
"Voldemort, sneak attacks are not your style!"
Hephis stood there leisurely, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"The winner takes it all!" Voldemort's eyes flashed red.
"Wow! Not bad! You can use idioms now." Hephis teased.
He had a fight with Dumbledore today, and it wasn't a very satisfying one.
Hopefully Voldemort will have some new surprises for him.
Hephis waved his hand, and Harry and Draco disappeared along with the golden and red circles of light, leaving the dark dungeon.
"Come on! Voldemort, let me see what else you can do." Hephesus stared at Voldemort expectantly.
Voldemort's lower body turned into black mist, and he moved quickly in the air like a ghost.
His lips moved, and he whispered an ancient and mysterious spell, "Ghost Binding!"
The entire dungeon was instantly shrouded in a deep darkness.
A large amount of black threads intertwined and entangled Hephaestus, trying to bind him in darkness.
A dazzling silver light burst out from Hephis's body.
A ten-foot-tall silver giant formed, enveloping him.
No matter how the black thread was cut, it could not shake the silver giant at all.
