Gail stood at the window, holding a telescope and looking out.

Dumbledore's spell had a huge range, was cast suddenly, and was only aimed at the "Polyjuice Potion" rather than Voldemort himself.

Eredin's face was washed off.

Revealing the young, handsome face of Tom Riddle.

“Is this your confidence?” The effect of the Polyjuice Potion was wiped out, but Voldemort was not panicked at all. He raised his hand and touched his cheek. “A few people came here alone, trying to fight against the whole world. Is this all you have?”

"Do you think that by removing the effects of Polyjuice Potion, you can make the Wild Hunt betray me?"

He paused and chuckled, "My dear Albus, dear Harry, you are wise to stay away from power."

"The source of power is never... a specific individual."

He raised his arms high and his voice became louder: "Answer me, am I your king?"

The Wild Hunt Knights who gradually gathered around were a little hesitant.

Voldemort snorted.

The Dark Mark branded on their left arms suddenly heated up, and the punishment came. Although it was small, it was painful and piercing.

The Wild Hunts did not hesitate any longer and immediately cheered: "King! King! King!"

Snape, who was far away in the Awakening Palace, was no exception. He hugged his left arm and gritted his teeth.

Large-scale punishment does not discriminate against anyone.

Gale put down the telescope. He only heard Voldemort's last words, but from his posture and expression, and from the reactions of the group of red knights, he could tell whether it was Eredin or someone else.

These visitors from other worlds did not lie.

He turned his head to look at Snape, who was trying hard to suppress his expression, and the two men looked into each other's eyes.

"Get your head out of here," Snape gritted his teeth.

He held the wand and stared at the battlefield in the distance. Several times he almost couldn't help but want to cast a spell to cut off his left arm.

Voldemort opened his arms and stood in the sky like a god, laughing triumphantly: "Did you see that?"

"I am the king, the king of the world."

He paused and emphasized, "No matter which world."

Harry stared at Voldemort and said with a smile: "But you still have your face, don't you?"

“Isn’t this face perfect?” Voldemort asked, “It’s the face that a powerful person should have.”

Yennefer nodded in agreement.

Regardless of what Voldemort is, just looking at this face, he is indeed handsome. Even though there is no shortage of handsome men around her - whether it is Geralt or Harry, but Tom Riddle's face is of the same importance.

Harry deadpanned, "So you plan to use this face to continue going to other worlds and hooking up with older ladies?"

He looked at Yennefer and continued, "I have to say, if it was Yennefer, she would be very susceptible to your seduction tactics."

Yennefer narrowed her eyes.

It’s not because of the second sentence, but because of the first sentence.

Getting old?

"Potter!" Voldemort gritted his teeth, but his anger did not make him lose his grace. He extended his hand gracefully, "You always speak so harshly, as if you have a big Gryffindor in your mouth."

"Aha, if it was a Slytherin in my mouth, I'm afraid my tongue would betray me." Harry refused to give in.

A wand flew out of the room and landed in Voldemort's hand.

It was quite long, thirteen inches, made of yew wood and phoenix feathers, and it was certainly not his original wand - that had been destroyed during the Battle of Malfoy Manor.

This was a new wand he had found in Ollivander's inventory.

"Potter, I admit that you do have some skills." Voldemort said softly, "I have been defeated by you many times."

"Perhaps, this gave you some courage, and confidence that shouldn't have existed."

"You really think of yourself as the savior, the natural enemy of the great, supreme, and soon-to-rule king of all worlds, Voldemort."

He paused for a moment, and his tone became more serious: "But it's all luck."

"When I was a baby, your mother used her own life and your father's life to cast an ancient spell to deflect my magic. That time, I died in my own hands."

"That time in first grade, I was so weak that I couldn't even exist alone."

"In second year, it was just a Horcrux of mine that hadn't fully revived yet."

"That incident in fourth grade was no different than the first grade incident. You killed a defenseless, defenseless baby. That's not much of a skill."

"last year……"

"One of my Horcruxes actually came back to life."

"But you cut off an arm before the memory was fully absorbed."

Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I have to praise you a little. At the same age, I am indeed not your opponent. But that time, you only defeated me who had just graduated."

"But it's different now, Potter."

"Now, I have the most experience, the most powerful magic, the most complete body, and even the power to sweep across several doomsdays..."

"Do you think you can still be my opponent?"

Harry whispered, "You're afraid of me."

Voldemort was startled: "You always say such things that are not fun at all."

"If you weren't afraid of me, you wouldn't try to say these things to convince yourself." Harry said aggressively, his eyes sharp. "You are afraid of me, so you have to list one after another 'I'm just lucky' to give yourself courage."

“That’s who you are.”

"You were afraid of the real, weak Tom Riddle, so you gave yourself the scary-sounding name 'Voldemort'."

"You are afraid of your past, so you hide your past."

"But these are useless, they are just deceiving oneself."

"Tom, torture your heart, have you convinced yourself?"

Voldemort's face twisted involuntarily, and he gritted his teeth: "Potter, don't be so self-righteous."

"The facts will prove everything."

"Am I stating reality, or what..."

He took a deep breath, calmed his disturbed mood, and smiled elegantly: "So, Potter, are you here alone?"

"You and Dumbledore should stay together."

Dumbledore took a step forward.

"Albus, you and Geralt and the others should go deal with the Wild Hunt Knights first." Harry turned his head and raised his wand.

Dumbledore looked at him and said in a dignified voice: "Harry."

"I'm not being angry." Harry said softly, "Believe me, this is the judgment of a witcher."

Geralt poked his head out. "Be careful, he's very strong." He started to warn, but he didn't mean to persuade Harry.

"Yes, he is very strong." Harry responded with a smile.

Dumbledore held the wand and handed it to Harry: "If there are any changes, I will be involved at the first moment."

In the sky, Voldemort's breathing stopped.

That is... the Elder Wand, one of the three holy artifacts.