Harry said nothing, just looked at him quietly.

Voldemort held up his wand and said, "Geralt, Yennefer, these are nice names. Are they important to you?"

There was a scarlet light flashing in his eyes and his voice was full of temptation.

"Do you really want to put the hope of resurrecting both of them in her hands?"

He waved his hand and pointed his wand at the fallen lady: "Can you trust a weak creature like this?"

"I was once as naive as you."

"I thought there would be fairies, heroes, Tuatha de Danaan..."

"But they are indeed ancient and perhaps legendary, but they are very naive and stupid. I learned from Vivian that they are just more powerful wizards."

"They are wizards and mortals. Of course, they will die."

Voldemort paused, looked at Harry, and said meaningfully: "Potter, the fairy in front of you has long been dead. What remains in Avalon is only a thought, a moving portrait."

"Avalon..."

“It’s not the promised land you imagined, either.”

He waved his hand, "Avalon is no different than Hogwarts. It was once an area where wizards gathered. Ghosts, magical races, and wizards lived here away from the Mudbloods."

"Can Hogwarts save the two people you care about?"

"Think about Avalon, which is the same as Hogwarts."

"I am different, Potter. You and I have fought many times, and you have killed me twice, but I am still alive."

"I, the great Voldemort, have stepped over death. I am above death. According to these ancient wizards, I am now worthy of being called the god of death. Why don't you try to believe me?"

"I can definitely bring them back to life."

"We can be friends."

"Dumbledore will only restrain you."

"I'm different. You're more talented than me and can follow the same path as me..."

His words sounded sincere and earnest.

Harry nodded, thoughtfully, "So you're hooking up with older women again?"

Voldemort's face froze.

"Do you have a fetish like this?" Harry looked at him and chuckled, "Another one. How many is this?"

"Potter! I am very sincere with you..." Voldemort gritted his teeth.

Harry waved his wand: "You always like to try this."

"He tried to convince me with some unrealistic things. This happened when my brain was not working well, and it is still the same now that my brain is a little better."

The dummy in the corner made a clattering sound and rushed towards Voldemort with a sword in hand.

Harry also drew out the snake bone sword.

Go to Voldemort.

"Potter, you are asking for trouble." Voldemort's face turned completely cold, but his body remained honest and he raised his wand.

With a loud bang——

The stone tablet was blown apart, and he turned into a puff of black smoke and flew out of the gap.

Fighting with Porter in a narrow space was too disadvantageous. He had already suffered once and it was impossible for him to suffer it a second time.

Harry chased after her and reached into the Sorting Hat, and a beam of golden light hit the lady's head.

The lady covered her head and looked around herself. The golden apple was lying next to her hand.

She quickly grabbed it and held it tightly in her hand.

"Avalon will have a new life." She whispered and struggled to get up. The Cruciatus Curse tortured her and the pain was not going away.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

"Potter." Voldemort flew in the air with an arrogant look on his face. "Your biggest mistake is that you are unwilling to be friends with me."

He raised his wand high and shot out a huge Dark Mark.

In Avalon, the Death Eaters were attracted and turned into black smoke and floated over. They couldn't fly for a long time like their master, so they landed on the water. One of them conjured up a huge stone platform and they stood on it steadily.

Just like when Harry saw them before, their faces were paler and more haggard, as if the life had been drained out of them, and the stench of decay was even more pronounced.

The magical aura around them also became thicker.

It was just like the night of the Triwizard Tournament, only more dangerous.

He waved his wand and Fiendfyre rose up.

A beam of white light emerged from the huge apple tree on the island in the middle of the lake and landed next to Harry. Before it stopped, Harry spoke: "Go back and protect Geralt and Yennefer. They will be resurrected soon."

The white light flew back immediately.

The unicorn landed next to the two people, its spiral horn emitting a hazy white light, and time and space were blocked outside this circle of light.

Voldemort was cautious.

He floated in the air, casting spells and transfiguration spells to harass the Death Eaters, who pounced on Harry at all costs.

Burning their own vitality and adding the gift from Voldemort, they became powerful.

Slightly stronger than the professor, but slightly weaker than the professor. Not very powerful, but excelling in numbers. And not afraid of getting hurt, they actively faced Harry's sword and spells, even using their bare hands, their bare hands, or their teeth to restrain his movements.

And difficult to kill.

After coming to Avalon, they underwent flesh and blood transformation, just like the Dementors, when their arms were chopped off, a puff of black smoke would appear, and they would grow back.

This kind of enemy, who is immortal and has almost infinite physical strength, is the most troublesome.

The battle situation is intense.

Voldemort raised his wand, his eyes moving rapidly, recording all of Harry's fighting methods, thinking and responding, and cast spells to consolidate and strengthen his memory in this regard.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

Suddenly a breeze blew, causing ripples on the lake, and there was a different feeling, as if spring had arrived.

The apple trees rustled, and pale pink buds popped up one by one. Another gust of wind blew open the buds, revealing five-petal white flowers and bright yellow stamens. The third gust of wind came, still a breeze, but it was filled with some hot air. Summer was here.

The flowers withered, and the petals scattered all over the ground or splashed into the lake.

The fruit is produced.

From green to red in the blink of an eye.

On the island in the middle of the lake.

The two sculpture-like figures gradually began to breathe.

Geralt slowly opened his eyes and saw the leaves above his head, the sunlight shining through the gaps, which looked like they were coated with a layer of gold foil, and the branches were full of apples.

He stretched out his hand, shook it gently, and took a greedy breath.

I still felt pain in my body. I looked down and saw that half of my body was covered in bandages. It was hard to imagine that I could survive with such injuries.

"Lie still, dear." A familiar female voice came from beside him, "Lie still, don't move, you are still injured."

"Where are we, Yen?" Geralt tilted his head, and there was a familiar, hot lady beside him.

"Does it matter? We are together, you and me." Yennefer replied softly, and she turned her head and looked at Geralt.

The two people's eyes intertwined, almost glued together.

“I remember that we took a small boat with Ciri.” Geralt tried to recall, “sailing on lakes, rivers, and fog.”

"Where's Ciri?"

He asked finally.

Yennefer shook her head: "She's gone."

Geralt took a deep breath and said, "I really want to know where I am now." He had a bad idea.

Yennefer did the same as him, but held his hand tightly: "It doesn't matter, dear, I will be with you, it doesn't matter what happened, it doesn't matter where we are, I am with you now, I will never again..."

She whispered it, solemnly and sacredly.

"I'm sorry. Although it's not nice to interrupt you when you're in the middle of a passionate moment." A clear male voice came, "But I think it's necessary for you to know what happened and where you are."

The two looked up and saw the familiar face.

"Harry, why are you here too?" Geralt was stunned and a little surprised.

Yennefer couldn't believe it either.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and threw out several bottles of potions, a set of leather armor, and a long sword: "I'll talk to you later."

"Geralt, I really hope that you have not forgotten your fighting skills after losing your hearing and senses."

He waved his wand.

The Transfiguration spell turned, and an apple fell down, turning into a solid stone wall, but was immediately shattered by the spell.

"See?" Harry said expressionlessly, "I was collecting your bodies just now, but if you keep dawdling and flirting with each other, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with my aftermath."

He rushed out again, sword in hand.

"When did Harry learn to use magic?" Yennefer was a little surprised, "And such a high-level transformation magic."

Geralt shook his head, opened a bottle of potion, and sniffed it slightly: "How should I know?"

"Potion to heal injuries?"

"It smells like the medicine that ordinary people drink."

But he did not hesitate and swallowed it immediately. A warm current slid down his throat and fell into his stomach. Almost instantly, the warm current spread to his whole body, giving him a tingling sensation.

Geralt sensed the changes in himself, and he pulled off the bandages in surprise. The originally hideous and fatal wounds were now just shallow wounds.

He picked up the second bottle of potion and unscrewed the cap: "It looks like Thunder Potion."

“But it’s different.”

He took this unfamiliar potion without hesitation.

The tremendous magic power and strong medicinal properties fiercely washed over his body.

"Hey, that's awesome." Geralt took a deep breath, rubbed his throbbing temples, and picked up the leather armor.

"It stinks." He frowned and grumbled, "Did Harry never wash this suit of armor? My God, it looks like it was just taken out of a pigsty."

He said something disdainful but put on the armor which was a bit too tight, picked up the sword, put on a layer of Quin shield, and ran towards Harry.

He was frightened by the sight of those gaunt, evil-looking creatures.

"Harry, I've never seen a monster like this." Geralt drew his sword, looked up at the man flying in the sky, rolled over and dodged the green light he shot.

"Let's talk about it after we solve the problem." Harry slashed the approaching people with a sword. While they gathered together again, he waved his wand with his other hand, and the stone platform on the water surface extended. "Yennefer, see if there is any magic that can work on these creatures."

Without saying a word, Yennefer threw a beam of fire, which brushed Harry's ear and hit the group of Death Eaters.

"It's no use, Aunt Yennefer." Harry shook his head.