Chapter 244: Battle at the Top of the Tower

Walking through the basement, climbing the stairs, using fluorescent powder to illuminate the transparent road... Harry clearly remembered all of Tang Tang Nade's arrangements. He ran wildly all the way and opened the second locked door with the key.

Then he started running up, but after running for a while, Harry stopped.

According to Tang Tang Nade, what should appear before his eyes now was the last level, with four doors to choose from. But what Harry saw was a collapsed corridor. Some kind of powerful magic storm destroyed everything in this passage, leaving only rubble and debris.

Through the gaps in the rubble pile, Harry could see light flashing. After thinking for a while, he thought of crawling over.

Harry crept on the rubble pile, leaned down, and quietly approached forward. He could see a thin and tall figure, wearing a black robe, revealing a pale, hairless terrifying face, with scarlet pupils and slender pupils, like a snake—needless to say, this must be Voldemort.

He operated without saying a word, found an opportunity to shoot a green light, but opposite him, a marble statue was walking towards him with its hands raised. The Killing Curse hit the chest of the statue, and nothing happened.

Harry's heart was pounding. He saw on the right, there was a shelf covered with a canvas, and Deng Buliduo was standing in front of it.

Voldemort raised his wand, and another green light brushed past the ear of the marble statue. Deng Buliduo's robe swirled, and then he appeared three feet to the side, dodging that spell.

"It's stupid for you to come here, Tang Mu," Deng Buliduo said calmly. "The Doctors are coming."

"You are bluffing, old thing," Voldemort read out a new spell viciously. "They won't come, they are all at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts, you finally made a move on it," Deng Buliduo dodged another Killing Curse again. The spell hit the tapestry, burning a large hole with charred edges.

Deng Buliduo waved his wand lightly. He used a quite powerful spell. A scorching torrent of magic went straight to Voldemort. Harry could see the air slightly distorting.

Voldemort seemed afraid of this spell. He conjured a shining silver shield out of thin air to resist. A low, gong-like trembling sound came from his shield. This strange sound made Harry shudder.

"Do you want my life?" Voldemort said, but his tone was not serious. "You finally want to reveal your cruel nature, right?"

"We all know there are other ways to destroy a person, Tang Mu," Deng Buliduo's spell ended. He walked towards Voldemort while saying, "I admit, just taking your life won't satisfy me."

Deng Buliduo didn't walk fast, like a leisurely stroll. It seemed he had absolute confidence in his own strength, but Harry knew things were not like this. Deng Buliduo said personally that his power was declining. He was bluffing, wanting to find an opportunity with Voldemort's long-standing inherent impression.

"You want to say next, 'There is nothing worse than death', right?" Deng Buliduo walked forward, using a relaxed and casual tone, as if they were just drinking and chatting. "But for you and me, death is the easiest relief."

Harry looked at Deng Buliduo who was unobstructed and defenseless. He felt very afraid, but for some reason, Voldemort also seemed very afraid. He didn't take this opportunity to launch an attack.

Harry quietly took out his wand. The Time-Moment was emitting warmth, so if he had a chance to attack Voldemort, he should chant this spell.

But this spell might not work. Harry thought, what he needed was the Stasis Curse. The Time-Moment would strengthen the first two spells of Priori Incantatem. In other words, before he made a move on Voldemort, he must chant the Stasis Curse twice.

He crawled slowly. Taking advantage of Voldemort's full attention on Deng Buliduo, Harry wanted to approach the painting, put the canvas in first, and then put the easel in. He must use the minimum consumption, so that he would have the strength to chant "Stop here" for the third time to Voldemort.

"If we both die here, I won't worry," Deng Buliduo said easily. "You should know how reassuring a leader Harry has grown into, and you, your huge empire is all tied to one person. Can you ensure that they won't fall apart because of fighting for power after you die?"

"Who will be the next person to become the Dark Lord?" Deng Buliduo asked in a tone of watching the fun. "Is it Lucius? Or Regulus? Do you think they will kill Delphini, just like you tried to kill Harry Potter fourteen years ago—"

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort seemed to have lost his mind by the words. He quickly shot two green lights. The marble statue reached out to block, but the continuous two spells blew it into pieces.

Deng Buliduo quickly waved his wand. Behind the fragments, he also erected a silver shield, but in a place Voldemort didn't notice, a thin and long flame climbed to his feet, wrapping Voldemort up. At this moment, Harry thought they had won.

But Voldemort didn't seem to be afraid of this move at all. The flame changed from a thin rope to a big snake, and the color changed from red-yellow to a terrifying blue-green. It opened its big mouth and hissed at Deng Buliduo.

The battle situation began to become extremely fierce. Explosions began to sound above Deng Buliduo's head and around his body. Dust rose, and Harry couldn't see the situation. He wanted to take this opportunity to chant a Stasis Curse, but he couldn't find where the painting was.

Suddenly, a piece of black robe corner appeared in front of him. Harry was sure that what he saw was Voldemort. He seemed to be standing here, preparing to sneak attack Deng Buliduo.

Is it black? Or white? Harry rubbed his eyes, and then he thought he didn't see it wrong. Although the color of the robe corner seemed a bit blurred, the figure in front of him was Voldemort, and he was preparing to sneak attack Deng Buliduo.

Harry couldn't care so much. Since the Stasis Curse was not ready, then—

"Sectumsempra!" Harry shouted, and then, his originally somewhat blurred vision suddenly became much clearer. That piece of robe corner was white. The figure standing here was Deng Buliduo. Harry's heart almost stopped.

"I found you long ago, Harry," Voldemort laughed loudly. "Do you think you are very hidden lying there? Don't you know that there is a connection between us, and at this distance, I can almost feel your emotions?"

Half of Deng Buliduo's left hand was cut off by the Sectumsempra spell. The little finger wearing the Resurrection Stone ring fell to the ground with blood. This old man who had always reliably stood in front of Harry showed a painful look, but he still reliably stood in front of Harry.

"Remember, Deng Buliduo, you died in the hands of your most proud student, because if you dodged, Harry would be dead," Voldemort pointed his wand straight at Deng Buliduo's chest.

Harry's heart began to pound. Voldemort took out the yew wand. As long as he clashed with him, there was still a chance. But he couldn't use the Sectumsempra spell again, Harry thought. This spell had no trajectory, too fast, and the two people's wands didn't have time to connect.

But what other spell could be used? Right, I tried that spell, torrent of magic, had enough time to clash with his Killing Curse, and this was a continuous spell, should also be strengthened by the Time-Moment.

"Oath—" Harry shouted, "Excalibur!"

"Do I need to say it again?" Voldemort took out his other wand leisurely. "At this distance, your thinking is transparent to me."

A bright blue laser beam collided with Harry's golden torrent of magic. They canceled each other out, and then exploded with a bang, without any magical things happening.

"I don't know why you are obsessed with my yew wand, but it doesn't matter. From now on, I will use the Elder Wand," Voldemort didn't look relaxed either. After all, he just offset Harry's blow that consumed all his magic power.

The two most powerful wizards of the current era confronted each other. One was injured, one was a bit exhausted, and Harry was knocked down into the rubble pile by the shock. Although he was still clutching his wand tightly, he had no magic power left.

Voldemort launched an attack again. Deng Buliduo dodged slightly embarrassedly. The Killing Curse hit the rubble pile, raising a cloud of dust.

Harry had no strength at all now. He could only barely open his eyes, watching Deng Buliduo use various means to resist Voldemort's attacks. Although the wound on his left hand healed, in the face of Voldemort's endless tricks, Deng Buliduo was a bit overwhelmed.

"Haha, old thing, you are injured," Voldemort tried to interfere with Deng Buliduo's mind with words. "You are starting to weaken, you are bleeding, and all this is thanks to Harry Potter, your most proud student who backstabbed you!"

Harry lay on the ground. He thought, now Deng Buliduo was at a disadvantage. He had to think of a way, but relying on sneak attacks wouldn't work. Voldemort seemed to be able to read his thinking. The most critical thing was, I didn't have any magic power left.

Harry suddenly remembered that he had always kept a pistol on his lower leg. As long as he could reach the gun from his lower leg, as long as he could touch it, there would be a chance to sneak attack Voldemort. He was temporarily suppressing Deng Buliduo, but he would be countered if he relaxed a little.

"I can miss many opportunities, but as long as I hit once," Harry said to himself, "I can succeed." ===== CHAPTER 245 =====

"I can miss many opportunities, but I only need to hit once," Harry said to himself, "and I will succeed."