"What are you calling me?" Lightning flashed in Yennefer's palm.

Harry paused: "I mean, Sister Yennefer."

"They should be considered ghosts. Ordinary magic is ineffective against them."

Geralt kicked it, the sword in his hand swung, and he chopped off a head steadily: "Then you should give me ghost oil, not some weird potion."

"The ghost oil has no effect." Harry shook his head, "They are still human."

"The Hanged Man's poison is effective, but their body structure is no longer human."

Geralt struggled to comprehend this.

Harry raised his head, looked at Voldemort, and continued softly: "Besides, if that guy is not dealt with, these guys will continue to resurrect."

"He looks powerful and reminds me of someone." Geralt also glanced over, "But why..."

Harry continued, "He's watching me, or us."

From the beginning, Voldemort did not personally take action. He tried to create the image that he needed to maintain magic and could only occasionally use spells at critical moments to harass Harry and the others. He was indeed disguised very well. Harry almost thought that this kind of magic really required him to maintain it so hard.

But... these Death Eaters who were weaker than the Dean could not defeat him. In fact, Harry was a little overwhelmed at the beginning. But after getting familiar with this attack method, he could deal with it more and more easily.

observe.

Yes.

Voldemort gave her the feeling that he was observing her, and the spell cast in his eyes recorded everything clearly.

“Observation?” Geralt smiled. “A cautious opponent?”

Harry shook his head. "If you count the Horcruxes, I've killed him three times."

"He knows that he can't be my opponent now."

Geralt nodded. "Sounds like a leopard."

"Yingni has no good effect on him." Harry chuckled, "Don't worry, my dear Geralt, it is different from the Leopard-Headed Spirit. At most, he..."

Speaking of this.

He paused, stretched out his hand to Voldemort, held out two fingers, and made a "V" sign: "At most two lives."

“Including this?” Geralt held up his hand.

Alder stirred up an invisible wave and repelled the group of Death Eaters that surrounded him.

"No." Harry waved his wand.

Call to God!

A huge, handsome silver griffin flew out, emitting a white light, stirring up the wind, and rushed towards the group of Death Eaters.

As the oldest white magic.

It has always been extremely effective against creations of this purest black magic.

The black mist that supported their bodies loosened, and their aura and magic power dimmed in that instant.

"Yennefer?" Harry reminded.

Yennefer frowned: "I can't see anything!"

"It's different from the magic and even the magic power I master. It's similar to the magic power in your body."

She rubbed her palms together.

“I thought that was absolutely forbidden to necromancers…” Geralt shook his head.

Harry also spoke up to remind: "It's best not to use it."

He looked up at Voldemort.

He stopped attacking and stared at the people below, especially Yennefer. His eyes were greedy and eager. He could see that the magic in Yennefer's hands was a new world and a brand new knowledge system.

"Then how do we deal with these things?" Yennefer was a little impatient. He rubbed out another bolt of lightning, which spread and chained, blasting several Death Eaters around into charred corpses. But not long after, this group of guys resurrected with billowing black gas. "Just get rid of that guy directly?"

"I'm afraid this is the only way." Harry nodded, "Geralt, I need you to tie up these Death Eaters."

Geralt's face darkened and he nodded: "Of course, I'll do my best."

"It's just that the weather is a little too nice today, Harry, you should give me something else..."

Harry shook his head and held his wand high. "No, the weather is going to be bad soon."

Magic power leaped into the sky.

The weather changed dramatically, with dark clouds, strong winds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain.

Another effect of the Thunder Potion is activated.

Geralt felt the power surging in his body. Of course, he was even more surprised by the magic Harry performed. "How long have we been sleeping? Harry, you have become such a powerful warlock."

"Perhaps as old as the entire school." Harry waved his wand again, casting a rain-proof spell on the three of them. "Geralt, you really are an old man now."

“I feel very young now.” Geralt swung his sword. “If only I had a better one…”

Harry drew out the snake-bone sword and threw it.

Geralt took it: "Oh, now I really have no regrets at all."

He was about to step on the rain flowers and pass over.

A strong wind blew that was not summoned by Harry's magic.

The surrounding lake water surged up like a fountain and turned into a lady holding a jar. She said kindly, "Young wizard, leave these immortal monsters to us."

Harry noticed the personal pronouns in her words.

It's "we", not "me".

Behind her, the water surged, and eight equally young and beautiful ladies emerged from the water, holding objects such as harps and magic wands in their hands.

In the forest.

The noise became more lively, and a group of knights in green armor, riding green horses, holding a green axe in one hand and holly wood in the other, came to the lake, staring at Voldemort hungrily.

The quiet Avalon suddenly became lively.

Vivian dumped the jar.

The other fairies fiddled with and used the things in their hands.

The group of Death Eaters howled in pain, and the black mist that gathered around them was dispelled bit by bit...

Harry raised his wand.

On the other side of the lake, an apple twisted and turned into a giant hand, trying to hold down the fleeing Voldemort.

He flicked his wand, and the fierce fire burned a huge gap.

A green knight raised his crossbow and pulled the trigger.

A green gust of wind shot out.

Yennefer raised her hands and placed them on Geralt and Harry's shoulders: "Let's go!"

The portal opened and she pushed the two of them inside.

The next second, they appeared on the other side of the lake.

Geralt shook his head and put on another layer of Quen shield.

Harry drew his wand and fired all kinds of spells at the flying Voldemort.

Yennefer raised her hands high.

Magic power that was completely different from this world surged, and the elements of earth and air rushed out from the sorceress's hands, fell on Voldemort, dragged him and smashed him to the ground.

Transfiguration spell!

He was the Dark Lord after all, and with a wave of his wand, the trees deformed into soft cushions to catch him as he fell.

Harry waved his wand.

The same Transfiguration spell.

The softness turned hard, and sharp, cold thorns grew out of the mat.

With a snap—

Apparating, he disappeared.

"Northwest." Geralt immediately reminded.

Yennefer grabbed them and teleported them together.

Voldemort had just landed.

Two long swords stabbed at him from behind, forcing him to use his armor to protect himself and deal with it awkwardly.

Axel!

Geralt raised his hand.

But this seal had no effect.

"The sigil has little effect on him." Harry shook his head and cast a Transfiguration spell. Vines, hands, and protruding spikes blocked Voldemort's escape route.

Yennefer uses magic.

These magics were different from spells, but equally powerful, and they also made Voldemort exhausted.

Harry alone was enough to cause him to suffer greatly, not to mention the other two strong men.

If it weren’t for the fierce fire protecting him.

Harry and the others had to be careful to avoid this thing.

The result now would be worse than embarrassment.

but……

Even so, it only delays time.

"Geralt!" Harry shouted suddenly.

Geralt understood what he meant and swung his sword, but stepped back.

Harry pulled something out of the Sorting Hat and threw it forward.

Click——

It exploded suddenly, and huge, thick frost condensed. It couldn't freeze the fierce fire, but it could freeze Voldemort. On rainy days, the water vapor was dense, and the frost froze even more tightly.

Geralt retreated, then pushed forward with his heels, leaped forward nimbly, and slashed with another sword.

Puff——

The huge head fell to the ground.

He seemed to be dead, and the fire was out of control, surging and spreading wildly. In the blink of an eye, several apple trees were burned to ashes.

"Harry!" Yennefer rushed over and grabbed Geralt's wrist.

Harry walked over, hid behind Yennefer, and shook his head: "No."

He raised his wand.

"All curses come to an end!"

The blazing fire stopped, and then under the sound of the spell, it was extinguished bit by bit by the heavy rain like an ordinary flame.

Yennefer was startled.

"Harry, you can stop the rain, and then we can have a good talk." Geralt raised his head, "I think the weather just now is more suitable for our chat after a long separation."

Harry shook his head and looked at the body: "No hurry."

"Dear Tom is a very cunning man, and knows how to save his life better than any monster we have ever seen."

Vivian's voice came from behind them: "Be careful!"

"He's trying to escape!"

"He cheated me out of everything in Avalon and knows how to get out of here."

She hadn't even finished her reminder.

A black mist surged out from the headless corpse, and the space where he was located became vague and ethereal.

"Goodbye, Potter." Tom's voice sounded softly, "I know your secret."

"It's worth it to just use half of my life like this."

"besides……"

"New friends from another world, Geralt and Yennefer, huh?"

The black mist floated and merged into the void.

Yennefer stretched out her hand, and a gray mist surged from her palm, grabbing him fiercely.

"Necromancer is useless." Yennefer was stunned and let go of her hand.

Harry shook his head: "He himself has a high level of attainment in this area, and... in his current state, there are people waiting for him outside, and he can't escape."

"We still have time to talk about recent events."

Vivian looked embarrassed: "Young wizard, the way he tricked me into leaving was not to leave from the entrance, but from somewhere else."

Harry looked at her, expressionless: "It looks like our party is going to be interrupted."