The Dharma God of All Realms Begins with Harry Potter

Because he knew that he had a huge advantage in magical power, Ye Ting was actually the one who wanted to confront Voldemort head-on.

Rather than risking an accident and having a wonderful duel with him, wouldn't it be nice to be able to defeat Voldemort steadily just by standing?

It would be terrible if Voldemort made a mistake and hurt his girl.

As a result, the two of them started a head-on confrontation of magic power in a tacit understanding.

At the beginning, although Voldemort tried his best, his face was full of sneer, as if he had foreseen the outcome of his opponent's defeat.

The silver and green light clashed fiercely between the two, and the sparks of collision moved slightly towards Ye Ting at one time, and then towards Voldemort at the other.

Of course, this includes countless mutual tests and secret games between the two, but as long as both parties have not used up their magic power, everything is still in vain.

However, as time went on, when Voldemort continued to feel that his magic power was about to run out, he discovered that his opponent was still the same as before. Although he seemed to be trying his best to output magic power, he was actually not trying his best at all. There was no sign of any signs of death. It was as if he had not consumed anything for such a long time just now.

——Could it be that? His magic is much higher than mine?

Voldemort thought secretly

——How can it be? He is obviously so young and a Muggle, so what if he has such high magical attainments, even with such high magic power?

——Why? This is impossible, he must be bluffing and wants me to give in. I can't be deceived by him anymore. As long as I persist, he will be the first to fail!

However, as time continued to pass, Voldemort's face became paler and his magic power was almost exhausted, but Ye Ting still looked calm.

And the deadlock between the two was finally broken - in the confrontation between the silver and green lights, the pale silver magic gradually overwhelmed the pale green, and the sparks of magic gradually moved in the direction of Voldemort.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort gritted his teeth again and increased the output of magic power.

The movement of the sparks finally stopped temporarily.

However, for Voldemort, this was just drinking poison to quench his thirst.

However, he had to do this.

It wasn't that he didn't want to interrupt the confrontation, because he finally saw that he would never be Ye Ting's opponent in a magical confrontation.

Although Voldemort had overestimated Ye Ting as much as possible, now it seems that Voldemort found that he still underestimated Ye Ting.

His arrogance as a wizard once again caused him a big loss.

However, at this moment, even if he wanted to make up for all this, he had no chance.

In such a magical confrontation, the confrontation between the two's magical powers is not only a confrontation with their opponents, but also connects the two's magical powers together.

Before the confrontation ends, no one can take the initiative to disconnect this connection unless a strong man breaks his wrist and surrenders.

However, the outcome of surrendering is to be swallowed up by the raging torrent of magic the next moment the connection is disconnected.

After all, wizards are not creatures with strong bodies or amazing magic resistance, so for them, surrender is equal to death.

Unfortunately, for Voldemort at this moment, whether he surrenders or not, the outcome is the same.

Finally, he exhausted the last of his magic power, and the pale silver light finally overwhelmed the miserable green.

In the center of the battlefield, in full view of everyone, silver light hit Voldemort's chest.

People saw that Voldemort was hit by Ye Ting's curse.

He staggered back, arms spread wide, and the slender pupils in his red eyes rolled upward.

Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead as a mortal, his body limp and twitching, his pale hand still clutching his yew wand, his serpentine face empty and blank.

Voldemort died, died under Ye Ting's killing curse, and died in the confrontation with his opponent's magic.

After all the Horcruxes were destroyed, Voldemort's soul had no way to escape. And his broken soul cannot even truly enter eternal sleep, nor can it become a ghost. It can only wander in the illusion between life and death (or known as the border of hell, which is the only place that the soul of the living must pass to the other side after death). middle.

Ye Ting stood there, holding the Spellweaver in his hand, looking down at the body of his old rival.

This fifteen-year-old boy, the strongest genius in history, won the final victory in a solo confrontation with the most powerful dark wizard in history.

At this moment, a ray of golden-red sunlight suddenly shone on the sea level in the distance, attracting Ye Ting's attention.

He turned around and looked around, only to see a small half of the rising sun slowly rising from the bottom of the sea. Half of the endless night was already covered with a thin layer of colorful clouds.

Unconsciously, the battle has been going on all night, and now it is finally coming to an end.

"It's time for the dark dawn to end."

He murmured.

When Voldemort fell to the ground and died, people's first reaction was surprise and disbelief. However, this shuddering silence was suddenly broken.

When people realized what happened, Ye An overwhelming uproar erupted around Ting, with shouts, cheers, and roars shaking the sky and the earth.

The sun's rays grew brighter and brighter, shining on the battlefield. People shouted and rushed towards him. The first to arrive was The girls, Hermione, Zhang Qiu, Penelope, Fleur and Luna hugged his arms, body and back tightly. They kissed him passionately, and their lips were on his face. , neck, hair and other places.

Next came his acquaintances. Ms. Bones changed her original serious attitude and threw away her reserve of status as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and future Minister of Magic, and rushed away excitedly. Come up - as the leader of the Ministry of Magic who is not strong enough to fight Voldemort, she is the one who is under the greatest pressure.

Then, Lupine, Black, and Tonks also came, as well as Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Moody, Scrimgeour, Margaery, Ronan, etc., almost deafened his ears with their incomprehensible shouts.

Lara also galloped over, using her young body to squeeze towards her master. Every time Everyone made room for the little unicorn. Everyone liked her, not only because she was a unicorn, but also because of her huge role in the battle-in the second half of the war, she almost single-handedly Fighting against all the dementors under Voldemort, risking his life by running back and forth on the battlefield, he saved everyone's life.

Everyone was shouting, and Ye Ting could hardly hear a word, and he couldn't tell the difference. Someone's hands were tugging at him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug part of his body. Hundreds of people were pushing forward, everyone wanted to touch this young genius. It was because of him that their nightmare finally ended..According to Ye Ting's temperament, he would never give anyone face in such a scene. He would either use space magic to leave immediately, or he would shock everyone around him.

However, perhaps he was attracted by people's excitement and excitement. Infected by joy, he did nothing to ruin the atmosphere.

"Just this time, it won't happen again."

He said secretly to himself.