The remaining Death Eater was chasing Harry and Hagrid, and various spells emerged and hit them in endlessly. Hedwig screamed loudly and flew to the head Death Eater, stretched out his claws and grabbed the other party's eyes.

"Get out! This damn beast." The Death Eater waved his hands desperately, trying to open Hedwig, but Hedwig's attack was quite sharp, and his wings kept flapping his cheeks mercilessly.

The Death Eater struggled to maintain his balance. Hedwig's desperate pounce made him barely support him to not fall off the broom. Suddenly, Hedwig's claw hit his left eye, causing the other party's eyeballs to flow out of his eye sockets, and blood gushed out instantly.

Under Hedwig's blow, the Death Eater let out a shrill scream, and the broom shook violently, covering his right eye and rolling down from the broom.

"Hedwig! You're so awesome...ah!" Before he could finish his compliment, the scar on Harry's forehead hurt in a blazing pain, forcing him to put his body on the motorcycle seat.

At this time, Hagrid had not had time to ask about Harry's situation, but found that there seemed to be a black fog behind him that was covering the sky and the sun that was swallowing the world. The black fog targeted the two twinkling taillights of Harry and his motorcycle, and continued to erode and cover it.

Feeling the pain in his head, Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes. Then, Harry saw him, the man in the black fog, Voldemort flew in the wind like smoke, without a broom or a nightshade, and the snake-faced bald head shone brightly in the dark.

Voldemort's lips twisted, his voice was very light, like a cluster of hissing flames, but it was clearly transmitted into Harry's ears: "Harry Potter... the boy who survived the disaster... Come and die."

Hagrid roared in horror in a little disagreeing with his usual style and the mixed-race giant, and suddenly turned the accelerator of the motorcycle. The huge motorcycle made a deafening roar and galloped forward at a faster speed. Harry leaned on the motorcycle to stabilize his body and fired the aggressive spells he had mastered in his hands at the nearly boundless black smoke.

The severe pain of the scar made Harry squint his eyes. Harry only felt his mind full of question marks - so many Harry scattered everywhere, how did Voldemort confirm that he was the real Harry?

"Silly Savior... Don't you understand how you exposed it?" He saw through Harry's thoughts, who could not have brain closure at a glance, and got closer and closer. Voldemort's snake face showed a strange and gloomy smile. "The lightning magic you used that you could only learn last semester at Hogwarts... and the weapon that perfectly shows your weakness and disgusting so-called conscience... This is simply an insult to the IQ of these fools under my hands... I want the wizards to know that it is a complete luck for you to escape from me several times..."

The black smoke churned, and the shiny snake face was getting closer and closer to Harry and the others. Voldemort raised his arm, held Parkinson's wand with his pale fingers, and pointed it at Harry: "Don't you turn your back to me, Harry Potter! You have to look at me when I kill you! I want to watch the light disappear from your eyes!"

At this time, Voldemort noticed Hedwig's snowy owl in his sight. She spread her wings and rushed towards the enemy it identified, and its claws were stained with red blood from the previous victim.

Voldemort, whose attention was attracted, aimed the tip of his wand at it, and a cruel voice rang out: "Avada gnawed on the big melon!"

A green light appeared, but suddenly, an equally dazzling red light flashed between the snowy owl and the killing curse in the night.

The owl screamed.

Harry shouted in pain, "No...No..." He could not accept this reality, and felt a violent heart-wrenching pain fill his chest.

But almost instantly, a dazzling red light appeared next to Harry's motorcycle again. Harry was forced to close his eyes. When he opened it again, the light disappeared, but Harry's pain choked on his throat like his wail.

In the night, a golden and majestic phoenix suddenly fell from the sky and played its strange music in the night. When Harry heard this music, he seemed to have infinite courage in his heart: "Anka?"

Anka's pair of golden claws, sharp claws, grabbed Hedwig's neck. He completely ignored Hedwig's struggle with flapping his wings and flew straight towards Harry, throwing the poor owl scratched by it to him. (Author's note: Rowling said that the meaning of writing this paragraph is: Hedwig's death represents Harry's adulthood, the passing of white, and Harry is no longer innocent - but I think our book can keep Harry innocent for a longer time.)

"In the Middle Ages, there was a saint named St. Hedwig who was dedicated to orphan education among the Muggles. This character also became the patron god of Silesia - Harry. Your Hedwig protected you very well." A vague and gentle male voice remembered everyone in their hearts, "But sorry, Anka usually only hunts with his paws but never saves people, and some don't know the importance..."

"Allen!" Harry and Hager called out in surprise in unison, and Allen's appearance also means they are safe.

Voldemort's shiny red eyes suddenly looked back. Harry endured the headache and looked behind Voldemort. The same churning black mist was devouring the sky and the sun, and the black mist continued to erode and cover it.

If Hedwig hadn't been lying in his arms now, Harry would have thought that someone had used the time converter. This scene was completely a reappearance when Voldemort arrived just now.

Then, Harry saw him. The black mist wrapped around Alan's body. Alan flew in the wind like smoke, without a broom or a nightshade. The pale and handsome face fell into Harry's eyes.

Allen's voice was very light, but it was clearly heard into the wizards' ears: "Mr. Tom Riddle, good evening... It's said that we haven't seen each other for a long time..."

The black mist around Voldemort swelled, and his red eyes were cruelly frozen on Allen. He thought he would meet Dumbledore at most, and looked around with doubts to judge whether he had encountered any traps.

"The stupid Dark Lord... don't understand what's going on?" As if seeing through the suspicion in Voldemort's heart, Alan showed a sarcastic and contemptuous smile on his abnormally pale face. "You don't just solve the object you want to kill, but instead talk nonsense and want to kill an owl... This is simply an insult to my reaction ability... I want the wizards to know that your stupid guy with such a style is not my opponent at all... Now I want to duel with you."

"Harris! I'm here now! I'm already standing in front of you, you still dare to speak wildly?!" Voldemort roared in the direction of Allen, the blood vessels on his bald head began to pound, and the corners of his cold mouth made a hissing sound, the sound was clear and high-pitched, "You not only talk nonsense on TV, but now you are actually giving your conditions to your unbeatable opponent in person?!"

Alan glanced at him contemptuously, without a loud argument, but calmly pulled out his wand, raised it to his shoulder, nodded at Voldemort, and made an invitation to Duel against Voldemort with the etiquette of a wizard duel.

The black smoke rolled around Voldemort, but it seemed that after his anger, it calmed down a lot. His vertical pupils flashed, and the wand in his hand tapped in the palm. Voldemort, wrapped in black fog, ignored Allen behind him, but accelerated to Harry and said without looking back, "Then Harris, it's Potter first, I'll deal with you later."

The pale fingers raised the wand again... A strange cry suddenly came from the clouds. Dumbledore rode him and used the griffin beast formed by the garden mud to break through the clouds and swooped down with the clouds.
Chapter completed!