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At Lucius' request, Voldemort began to briefly describe his experiences over the years. The surrounding Death Eaters from time to time showed a look of empathy and deep sadness.

When Voldemort said that his most loyal servant had sneaked into Hogwarts to complete his plan: "He will be brought here, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, into my hands. Here he is...  The boy you all think is my nemesis..."

Voldemort stepped forward slowly, turned to Harry, and raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry had never been in such agony, all his bones were burning, his head must have split along the scar, his eyeballs were rolling wildly in his skull, he wanted to stop...hope he fainted past... dead...

The torture ended abruptly. Looking up at the glowing red eyes through a layer of mist. The laughter of Death Eaters echoed in the night sky.

"I think you've seen how stupid it is to think this boy is better than me," said Voldemort, "but I'm going to clear everyone's head of misunderstanding. It was a fluke that Harry Potter escaped from me. Now I'm going to kill him to prove my strength, right here, right here, in your presence, there's no Dumbledore here to protect him or his mother to sacrifice for him. I'll give him Chances are, he can fight me so you don't wonder who's stronger. Just a moment, Nagini." He whispered, and the serpent swam across the grass to where the Death Eaters were standing.

"Put him down, Wormtail, and give him his wand back."

Wormtail untied Harry's restraints, took his wand, and shoved it roughly into his hand, without even glancing at him, and headed back to the Death Eater circle.

Harry Potter took the wand tremblingly, he thought about running away, but surrounded by Death Eaters, he had no chance at all, what could he do, could he still defeat Voldemort, the murderer who killed his parents.

"Have you learned to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, red eyes shining in the darkness. "Let's bow to each other, Harry," said Voldemort, bowing, but his The snake face looked at Harry all the time, "Come on, etiquette is to be observed... Dumbledore must want you to behave gracefully... Bow down to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again. Voldemort's lipless mouth smiled. Harry didn't bend down, he wouldn't let Voldemort play with him before he killed him...he wouldn't let him get his way...

"I said, bow." Voldemort raised his wand lightly—Harry felt a bend in his spine, as if a large invisible hand was pressing his back mercilessly forward. The Death Eaters laughed even harder.

Harry knew that he was about to die, no one could help him, Dumbledore was not there, no one was there, he could only rely on himself, he knew that he was not Voldemort's opponent, but he didn't want to die in such a humiliating way, he wanted Face Voldemort as brave as his father.

This thought surpassed his own fear. Harry grabbed the wand in his hand and shouted loudly, "Remove your weapons!"

At the same time, Voldemort shouted: "Avada Suffer!"

A green light shot out from Voldemort's wand, and a red light shot out from Harry's - the two lights met in mid-air - and Harry's wand suddenly vibrated as if it was electrified, and he clutched it tightly. It, even if he wanted to, couldn't let go, a thin beam of light connecting the two wands, neither red nor green, but dazzling gold.

Their wands began to vibrate constantly, and their hands seemed to be tightly glued together, and there was no way to release them.

Wu Qizhe, who was observing from a distance, knew that the wands in the hands of Harry and Voldemort had the same core, and the feathers they each contained were obtained from Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox.

In other words, this is a pair of brother wands, and they will not attack each other normally. If the owner of the wand insists on a duel between the two, there will be a rare phenomenon. One wand will force the other to repeat the previously cast spell, in flashback, first the most recent, then the previous.

Soon, completely off-guard, both Harry Potter and Voldemort rose into the air, the two wands still connected by the twinkling gold thread. They flew from the tombstone of Voldemort's father to a clearing without a grave... The Death Eaters were shouting, asking for Voldemort's instructions. They followed and surrounded Harry and Voldemort again. The serpent swam behind their feet, and several drew their wands—

The money linking Harry and Voldemort suddenly cracked, but the two wands remained tightly connected, and thousands of arcs of light appeared above Harry and Voldemort. The arcs of light interweave around them, culminating in a domed gold mesh, a cage of light.

In addition to the reason for the brother's wand, it may also be because of Voldemort's soul fragment from Harry Potter, Wu Qizhe guessed.

The surrounding Death Eaters shouted loudly, wanting to save Voldemort, and they took out their wands one after another. When he was with Harry, he took the opportunity to escape.

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters, visibly shocked by the sight before him, struggling to break the splintered filament connecting the two wands. Harry held the wand tightly in both hands, the gold thread still connected. "Don't move without my orders!" Voldemort yelled at the Death Eaters.

There was a sudden burst of ecstasy in the air... it came from every filament of the web of light that vibrated around Harry and Voldemort. This is the song of the Phoenix.

Soon the golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort also changed... as if there were large beads of light sliding along the silk—

Voldemort increased the magic output, and the beads of light swept toward Harry.

As the first bead of light approached the tip of Harry's wand, the wand in his hand became so hot that he feared it would burn. The closer the beads of light came, the more Harry's wand vibrated. He thought his wand would definitely not survive a touch of the Pearl of Light. His wand seemed to be about to shatter in his hands—

He concentrated all his thoughts and tried to force the Orb of Light towards Voldemort. The song of the phoenix reverberated in his ears, his eyes were firm and his anger was spitting... Slowly, slowly, the bead of light came to a shuddering halt, then equally slowly began to move the other way... Now Voldemort's wand Vibrated violently... Voldemort looked shocked, almost frightened...

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