Chapter 705 - 706

In this critical moment, Gabrielle had transformed into Evan unexpectedly. Although Evan now had the appearance of Gabrielle, resembling a finely crafted foreign-style doll with adorable features and long silver hair like a waterfall, Harry had no doubt that this was Evan. Harry was astounded by the transformation, finding it even more astonishing than Voldemort's resurrection. The events of the day had been incredibly strange.

"Evan, you..." Harry began to say in a calm voice.

"Listen to me, Harry!" Evan interrupted him, leaning closer to ensure their conversation remained private. "I'll explain the details later. When the time comes, you'll use the Disarming Charm against Voldemort and engage in a one-on-one duel with him. Don't be afraid, and don't dodge. You'll be safe. I'll deal with the remaining Death Eaters and the giant snake. After you defeat Voldemort, return to this spot, and I'll lead you out. Don't worry about Cedric; he'll be fine."

"Can I... can I defeat Voldemort?" Harry asked hesitantly, avoiding Voldemort's menacing gaze.

"Believe in yourself, Harry. You can do it," Evan assured him.

It was essential to know that Harry and Voldemort's wands contained feathers from the same phoenix, Fawkes, which Dumbledore had raised. Their wands were brothers, and when used against each other, they didn't function as intended. Additionally, due to the magical protection in Harry's blood, Voldemort couldn't kill him. Evan intended to make Voldemort realize these factors and prioritize defeating Harry, making him suspicious and fearful and diverting his attention from fully harnessing the power of the evil god(s). This would buy them some time and increase their chances.

This was an opportunity to engage Voldemort in a duel, making him question the hidden truth and allowing Dumbledore more time to arrive. Evan believed that if they could delay Voldemort in his weakened state, Dumbledore would eventually catch up.

"Don't hesitate, Harry; we must seize the moment!" Voldemort urged. "Let's bow as is customary for a duel. Dumbledore would surely hope that you meet your end with dignity. Bow to the god of death, Harry!"

The Death Eaters chuckled, enjoying the spectacle. Voldemort, with his lipless mouth, wore a smile.

"I won't bow to you, and I won't let you toy with me!" Harry declared firmly. He refused to bow to Voldemort, to be reduced to a plaything, or to kneel before him like the Death Eaters who groveled at Voldemort's feet. Even in death, Harry intended to stand tall, just like his father had, to meet his end with dignity.

Harry's spine straightened, and he mentally braced himself to face Voldemort openly, his fear momentarily overtaken by determination.

"Don't play games with me; it's quite interesting!" Voldemort sneered. He raised his wand. Suddenly, the pressure on Harry's back vanished. "Now, face me like a grown-up, with your chin up and your chest out, just as your father did when he died."

"Now, let's begin our duel."

Voldemort raised his wand, and Harry didn't have time to defend himself or even react. He saw a green spell heading his way, but before it could reach him, a large rock rose from the ground, blocking the spell with a loud impact.

Bang!

The debris scattered everywhere, signaling the start of Evan's intervention.

"Now!" Evan shouted to Harry.

Upon hearing Evan's command, Harry tightly gripped his wand and held it before him. He moved swiftly toward Voldemort, expending all his energy and focus on his approach.

At that moment, he had only one thought: to face Voldemort head-on. He intended to defeat Voldemort, even if it meant sacrificing himself. He would not kneel before Voldemort, as the Death Eaters did, and he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him. Even in death, Harry was determined to meet his end with dignity, just like his father.

"Do not play with me; it's quite interesting!" Voldemort mocked as he held up his wand. "I said, bow!"

Harry felt his spine stiffen like a phantom hand was pressing down on his back. The Death Eaters enjoyed this spectacle.

However, Harry resisted. He refused to bow to Voldemort, to become a pawn in his games, or to kneel before him. Even in the face of death, Harry would stand tall, just as his father had, and meet his end with dignity.

"You won't play with me, and I won't let you toy with me!" Harry declared with determination.

Voldemort held his wand aloft, and Harry had no time to react. A green spell shot from Voldemort's wand, but just before it reached Harry, a massive stone erupted from the ground, intercepting the spell with a loud crash.

Bang!

Debris flew in all directions as Evan initiated his action.

"Now!" Evan shouted to Harry.

Hearing Evan's command, Harry clutched his wand firmly and held it before him. He moved swiftly toward Voldemort, using all his strength and determination to close the distance.

In that instant, Harry had but one thought: to face Voldemort head-on, to defeat him, and to do so with dignity. Even if it meant sacrificing himself, Harry would not kneel before Voldemort or allow himself to be toyed with. In life or death, he was resolved to meet his fate head-on, just as his father had done.

Voldemort was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, his eyes widening as he stared at the cliff before Harry. He had planned to use the Cruciatus Curse to torture Harry, subject him to pain and humiliation before experiencing death again, demonstrating his power to his followers. But the abrupt appearance of the cliff disrupted his intentions. He couldn't fathom what kind of magic a young wizard would possess to create such an effect.

In his astonishment, Voldemort had failed to notice that the young girl with silver hair had undergone a rapid transformation. She grew taller, her long silver hair turning black, and her features becoming more masculine. She had become a thin and delicate 13-year-old boy—the same Evan Mason who had thwarted Voldemort's carefully laid plans one year earlier. The boy Voldemort despised more than anything.

"Damn you, you must die!" Voldemort shouted, a surge of anger overwhelming him.

He had never been so blatantly deceived and manipulated. He had been so focused on his resurrection that he had completely overlooked his disguised presence. He needed to eliminate this youth immediately, who had repeatedly thwarted his schemes.

The next moment, Voldemort realized that Harry was rushing toward him clumsily.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted.

Simultaneously, Voldemort responded with, "Avada Kedavra!"

Two beams of light shot from their wands and met in mid-air.

Harry's wand vibrated as if it were charged with immense energy. He clutched it tightly, unable to release it even if he had wanted to. The focused beams of light, no longer green or red but dazzlingly golden, connected the two wands.

Harry followed the beam of light, astonished. He could see Voldemort's pale, slender fingers gripping his wand, which trembled uncontrollably.

Evan had completed his spell as well.

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Evan invoked the Fiendfyre Curse, a powerful and ancient dark magic. With complex incantations and wand movements, he summoned a towering column of red flames that shot up from the ground without warning. This fiery signal rapidly increased in size and intensity, emitting scorching temperatures and a searing heat wave.

As Evan's magic took effect, the desolate area around them was instantly transformed into a blazing inferno. The roaring flames engulfed everything in their path, leaving Death Eaters surrounding the scene helpless and terrified. Their desperate cries for help were drowned out by the hellish terror of the Fiendfyre.

Centered on Evan, the space became an inferno. Weeds and trees turned to steam as the flames raged on. A few Death Eaters attempted to attack Evan, but their spells were devoured by the relentless Fiendfyre. Death Eaters who ventured too close to Evan were consumed by the relentless waves of heat, their futile struggles resulting in their fiery demise.

Unaffected by the chaos around him, Evan held his wand steady as if conducting a grand symphony. With his guidance, the flames, fueled by a will to consume all life, began merging into a cohesive force. The heatwaves undulated and twisted, forming a nightmarish array of creatures: Fire Snakes, Chimaeras, Dragons, Basilisks, and Manticores. Under Evan's control, these monstrosities roared and descended upon the bewildered Death Eaters, subjecting them to a terrifying and agonizing ordeal.

Unlike previous attempts, at Evan's current magical prowess, he could control the Fiendfyre Curse. Although the flames burned even more intensely, he would eventually have to find a way to contain them. But for now, he prioritized eliminating Nagini while using this opportunity.

Evan's magic consumption was considerable, and he impacted the situation significantly. Under the influence of these two dark magics, Death Eaters were in complete disarray, utterly defeated and demoralized.

At this moment, these powerful dark wizards no longer had the will to attack Evan. Instead, they were focused solely on fleeing. Evan appeared as a god of destruction in their eyes. Though his current transformation from a little girl to a boy was somewhat comical, no one dared to underestimate him. Many were contemplating surrender.

Death Eaters scrambled to escape, with Lucius Malfoy Apparating away from this dangerous scene. Others pleaded for Voldemort's assistance, believing him to be more powerful. Voldemort possessed the means to counter Evan's magic, but he couldn't spare the time for that now.

Following the unexpected clash between Harry's Disarming Charm and Voldemort's Killing Curse, a strange occurrence took place. The magic's green light transformed into an unprecedented golden hue, and Voldemort's wand trembled uncontrollably, resisting his will. Harry was caught off guard as he felt his feet leave the ground, ascending into the air alongside Voldemort. Their two wands remained connected by a golden thread, and they levitated in mid-air, observing the chaos below.

They watched as Evan unleashed two powerful dark magic spells, causing significant destruction. Death Eaters were thrown into chaos; some lost their lives while others Appeared away or fled from the flames and poisonous water.

Voldemort attempted to regain control of the situation and order his Death Eaters to regroup and counterattack. However, they were too disoriented to respond effectively. The sky seemed to split suddenly, separating Harry and Voldemort from the commotion below.

Their wands remained connected by the golden thread, and a dome of golden light enveloped them. The dome was formed by the intertwining arcs of light emitted from their wands. The external clamor grew faint, leaving only Harry and Voldemort inside this mystical barrier.

Voldemort's crimson eyes revealed astonishment as he tried to resist the current predicament, attempting to sever the thread connecting their wands. Harry, however, held onto his wand with unwavering determination, ensuring their connection remained intact.

Suddenly, a celestial melody filled the air, reminiscent of Fawkes, Dumbledore's phoenix. It was a sound Harry had only heard once before. The music whispered in his ear like a friend's voice.

"Don't break the connection," Harry heard the music say. He replied, "I know. I can't let it be severed."

However, just as he thought he had control of the situation, maintaining the connection grew increasingly difficult. His wand vibrated violently, and the golden thread connecting their wands began to change as if a large bead was sliding along it.

With his wand vibrating vigorously, Harry watched in astonishment as the bead slowly approached him. On the other hand, Voldemort's wand trembled fiercely as it tried to prevent this bead migration.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, and Harry was determined to understand its significance and consequences.