Voldemort's eyes were filled with desire.

That is what I want most recently.

"It will give you some help, though perhaps not as much as you think," Dumbledore said softly.

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "No, keep it for yourself."

“It doesn’t accept me.”

The old wand was not suitable for him, and even when this wand was in Harry's hand, it was eager to provoke him.

A powerful opponent...

Dumbledore took it back, looked up at Voldemort, and warned: "Be careful."

Voldemort looked at Harry: "That's the Elder Wand, why don't you use it?"

"It might give you a slight chance of winning."

"Why would I use it when I could kill you?" Harry asked bluntly.

Voldemort stopped talking, just raised his hand and waved his wand.

The white frost surged and danced, turning into a huge python that crushed towards him fiercely.

The body is motionless, still floating in the air.

When fighting others, Voldemort would rarely choose to use this spell, being too far away to appreciate the delightful look of pain and helplessness on their faces when they encountered him.

But not with Potter.

He had to make sure he was in a safe area.

A wizard whose skills in close combat are almost unmatched...

Voldemort looked at him, his lips twisted into a hideous smile.

Harry waved his wand.

The surrounding stone pillars twisted and turned into pythons that were several times larger than Bai Shuang, twisting and tumbling.

However, these huge shape-shifting creations were not intended to be aids in battle as they had been in the past, but rather to assist in getting closer to Voldemort's passage.

He is in heaven.

Harry leaped on the giant snake. Even with a witcher's physical fitness, it was not an easy task to move freely on an unfixed platform.

What's more, Voldemort would not let him get close to him safely.

The white fire burned fiercely.

The temperature dropped sharply.

Amid the thunder and rain, there were large flakes of snow and hail.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning were the result of Harry's weather spell.

Everything else was brought by the white frost.

The rain fell to the ground and condensed into ice, which was even more unfriendly to Harry. He had to pay more attention to transforming the creatures, making their skin rougher and more suitable for him to step on.

The soldiers who were ordered by Gale not to participate, as well as Gale himself, were watching the battle from afar.

The giant snake danced in the air with a huge momentum.

The battle between the two people was like a war.

Snow, fog, and fire gradually enveloped their battle.

But these spectacular and beautiful things hardly have any good effect in battle.

White Frost chases the stone python.

The only effect was to make Harry's climb more difficult, without causing any harm. In fact, it barely even hindered him - Harry was an excellent seeker, and every Quidditch team in the academy was thinking about how to stop him.

The attack of the Frost Serpent is not much stronger than that of the Bludger.

It is the little spells that are cast carelessly that cause the greatest hindrance.

Voldemort flicked his wand.

A piece of hail that fell on the stone python suddenly exploded and turned into a pool of oil.

Harry called down fire and burned it away.

The iron chains appeared out of thin air, and the snowflakes and hailstones that were not controlled by the weather spell became Voldemort's best helpers. He could manipulate these natural phenomena unscrupulously.

The stone python stretched out its hand and pushed the chain lightly, breaking it and causing it to fall to the ground.

It was impossible for Harry to take a beating without fighting back.

His proficiency in Transfiguration spells was no worse than Voldemort's.

Thousands of arrows fired at once!

There were a large number of them, but each one was extremely refined, and the sharp arrows shot towards Voldemort.

He didn't dodge or evade, nor did he even bother to stop it, but continued to cast spells on Harry.

The arrow pierced through his body, leaving it full of holes.

But no blood flowed out, instead there was white frost lingering and flowing in his body, which healed in the blink of an eye, and even his clothes were restored to their original state.

"Potter, do you see that?" Voldemort whispered.

"You have no chance against me."

"When it comes to magic, you are suppressed by me."

"I am no match for you in close combat, but how can a mortal's iron weapon harm a true god?"

Harry tilted his head: "I am now confirming a fact."

Voldemort said doubtfully, "Oh?"

"You are indeed a pervert." Harry said firmly, "You are not wearing any clothes."

The robe he was wearing was also made by Baishuang.

"Potter, you are still provoking me at this time!" Voldemort chanted the spell faster.

It is not a smart thing to choose to use powerful spells when they cannot bring about a qualitative leap.

Just like now.

If the Killing Curse fails to hit Harry, the weak explosive effect caused by the Killing Curse will not even be as good as that of an Exploding Curse.

The two of them are like little wizards in the third and fourth grade.

Using those weak spells, they changed the terrain in the air, testing and influencing each other.

Smoke spells, Transfiguration spells, Illumination spells...

These spells blossomed in their hands and were used in battle in all kinds of unimaginable ways.

Only occasionally, when Voldemort felt he had a certain degree of confidence, such as when Harry was attacked by two giant frost pythons and he had no choice but to dodge upwards or downwards, would he utter "Avada Kedavra".

This is his usual dueling technique.

Use spells to force your enemies into a situation where they have to face the Killing Curse head-on.

There are many people who use the killing curse.

But for many years, he was the only one who could use the Killing Curse as his signature move.

But it didn't work on Harry.

He always manages to escape in unexpected ways.

Become an Animagus, sneak through the slightest gap, or simply jump down, abandon the previously stable path, and choose to start over.

Cautious yet bold.

Voldemort felt heavy in his heart. He clearly had the advantage, but he forced Harry to give up again and again.

But the distance between them is getting closer and closer.

This is what Harry fought for...

Voldemort looked up.

A huge stone statue fell from nowhere.

He moved his body and dodged by flying.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. No, it wasn't Harry who was chasing me, it was me who had closed the distance between me and Harry.

Those Transfiguration spells could not cause any harm to him, but they did shorten the distance between them, even by one or two centimeters, time and time again.

We can't let him succeed.

Voldemort raised his hand, and the white frost pushed him to fly upwards.

But... it's too late.

Harry had already pulled something out of his hat and was hurling it at him.

With a loud bang, it exploded in the air.

The frost spread.

With a wave of the magic wand, hail and snowflakes formed a straight bridge that was connected to the layer of ice created by the bomb explosion.