The Transfiguration spell twisted the creation, and with every step Harry took, it condensed into just the right amount of stairs for him to step on safely.

This is an alchemical creation whose power even amazed Geralt.

But Harry was sure that this would not cause any harm to Voldemort.

He leaped to the top of his head in a few steps.

Beneath him, the ice layer cracked and crackled after sealing Voldemort for less than ten seconds. Finally, unable to bear the weight, it exploded with a bang, interweaving with the smoke and rain vapor to form a large, misty cloud.

"Potter, this is no use!" Voldemort shouted, looking up.

Harry said nothing.

He raised his empty left hand - he hadn't drawn his sword yet - and formed a hand seal, then smashed it down heavily.

Seal of Arden!

Purple light lingers and runes form an array.

The magic power that supported Voldemort to fly lost its power, and his body became heavy and fell towards the ground.

He had difficulty moving his body for a moment.

Harry waved his wand, the ice cracked, he adjusted his posture, and stepped on Voldemort's face.

Voldemort adjusted his magic power, got rid of the interference of the Arden Seal, and prepared to fly again.

But... this kick.

Make him lose balance again.

Together with Harry, they fell heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The magic power surged, and the stone python fell down, biting its tail with its head, and circled around.

"Albus!" Harry called.

Dumbledore looked back and saw a layer of steel fence growing on the body of the stone python. He understood what Harry was going to do. Geralt rushed over to cover him and cast the Alder Seal. With the help of the decoction, a huge shock wave overturned a group of people in front of him.

He raised his wand.

Fences grow faster.

When Voldemort came to his senses, he was already trapped in a cage. A huge shadow was cast, and rain, frost and snow did not hinder him and continued to drip from the wide gap.

But that gap was not big enough for a person to fly out.

What's more... this is a magical creation.

The magic of Dumbledore and Potter.

"Now, it's time for the real fight." Harry looked at Voldemort and said calmly.

Voldemort smiled coldly: "You went to so much trouble, just to let me land?"

"At that time, you should have tried to cast a killing curse on me. That might have killed me."

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat and said, "Do you still have a soul?"

"Tear yourself into pieces. Is it still yourself in your body now?"

"It's no use telling me these things." Voldemort was not moved at all. "Do you think I am someone who would struggle over a few contradictory words?"

He watched Harry draw his sword and wave his wand.

The white frost rushed towards him violently.

The cage was a constraint for him, and it was no different for Harry.

“I thought you had learned your lesson.” Voldemort sneered. “You stopped waving that sword around foolishly, and this is the result?”

"A sword?"

"What can you do with just a sword?"

Harry didn't say anything, he turned over to avoid the white frost. In just a moment of contact, not only did Quinn collapse, but even the armor protection became weak and it was almost impossible to maintain it.

It's drawing magic.

"Potter, you have slowed down." Voldemort sneered, "Oh, no, I have become stronger."

"Did you see that?"

"With time and battle, I will not be consumed, but will only become stronger."

He raised his hands.

The overwhelming magic power surged, almost covering the entire cage.

Harry waved his wand, but the magic was not directed at Voldemort or to stop the hoarfrost, but a weather spell.

The thunder is louder and the rain is more severe.

He took out the thunder potion and swallowed it in one gulp.

The magic power is boiling in the body.

He took out another bottle of golden potion - it was Blizzard, a potion that Professor Snape had improved based on the Felicis.

The world seemed to slow down.

The magic was smoother, and Harry's vision changed a little, and he could see the magic more clearly.

In the cage, there are two distinct halves.

As white as a bone, it belonged to Voldemort.

The other one belongs to him, light gold in color.

Just in terms of magical power, he is not inferior to Voldemort.

Two bottles of potion?

Voldemort sneered. He had heard Snape mention that Potter always had some unrealistic fantasies, thinking that he wanted to develop his own potions before becoming a potion master. Because of some reasons that Snape was unwilling to talk about, he had to help Potter. However, those potions looked extremely absurd in his eyes. Using toxicity to catalyze the potency of the medicine was simply a clock that sounded the countdown to death for ordinary wizards.

"Potter, it seems you are cornered." Voldemort said softly.

Harry said expressionlessly, "Really?"

He bent his waist, exerted force on his feet, and rushed towards him.

Voldemort waved his wand, and the two strands of white frost attacked from both sides, biting like a poisonous snake.

but……

Harry simply dodged and slipped through the gap between two frosts at a strange angle, without even damaging the golden shield he had put on again.

That bottle of golden potion, is it the Felicity Potion? But it doesn't look like it.

He didn't have time to think.

Harry was in front of him, holding up the Sword of Gryffindor.

Voldemort did not hesitate to dodge, but raised his wand with a grim smile and was about to cast a spell.

The sword hit his body.

"Avada" has also been blurted out.

But he couldn't pronounce the last few syllables, and his voice was panicked: "What did you do?"

The body was torn apart and the pain came over me.

It's not strong, but it's there.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with fear, and in that instant, Harry adjusted his body and dodged the direction of his wand. He slashed his sword diagonally at his heart, piercing him through.

Another pain.

Voldemort felt his body beginning to grow weaker.

None of this affects anything.

The problem is, they shouldn't have them.

Voldemort moved his wand and frost came, burying himself and Harry together.

Harry had to step back.

Voldemort took advantage of the situation, merged with the white frost, and flowed to the other side of the cell.

"You sound even more scared." Harry said softly. He raised his sword and got ready. "Are you surprised?"

Voldemort said nothing, he stared at the two wounds on his body.

One on the left arm and one on the chest.

None of them are fatal. The white frost gathers little by little, but it is difficult for it to heal itself as quickly as before. A layer of oil is tiny but firm and powerful.

"Plaster?" He sounded surprised and incredulous.

My seemingly invulnerable body can actually be restrained by a small plaster?

Harry flicked his wand, the mist swirled, and he rushed forward, disappearing into the visual obstruction.

No reply.

Voldemort became more careful and tried his best to dodge, but the cage was only that big, and after several exchanges, he was inevitably stabbed by Harry's sword, which poked another hole in his right elbow.

A hole not much wider than a middle finger.

But it made Voldemort even more panicked.

He really... has a way of threatening his own life.