Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Our Boy Who Lived."

Voldemort walked up to Harry, and the snake Nagini swam beside him.

"Of course, you also know that I was once destroyed by him." Voldemort said, his red eyes staring at Harry for a long time, and Harry's scar seemed to explode.

"That night, his mother died in front of him in order to protect him, and at the same time, she unintentionally formed an invisible protection for him."

"I admit I couldn't move him, which was something I didn't expect."

"But it's different now." Voldemort pressed a hand directly on Harry's forehead, causing Harry's whole body to twitch in pain.

"I have the same protective spell as him, and now I can touch him."

Voldemort turned around and left Harry's side, and he woke up from the huge pain.

"Come on, let's see how strong the Boy Who Lived, who is so praised by people, is."

He waved his wand, and Harry, who had just recovered, was suspended in the air by Voldemort.

"Give him his wand." Voldemort ordered the Death Eaters around him, and then a wizard came forward and threw the wand on the ground at Harry's feet.

Harry never imagined that he would have to fight Voldemort, but at the same time he also understood that he was no match for the Dark Lord.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot," Voldemort said, "Before a duel, you must bow. Come on, Harry bow."

As he spoke, Voldemort bent down, exposing his emaciated back, but Harry did not move. He did not want to obey Voldemort's instructions and be played with by him.

"I said, bow!"

Voldemort waved his wand and the Imperius Curse hit Harry, forcing him to bend over.

"Good, now, fight me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he had time to react, he was already hit by the Cruciatus Curse. He felt a heart-gnawing pain from head to toe, and he squatted down.

Voldemort seemed to enjoy the process of torturing him. Seeing his expression of pain, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this all you can do, Harry!" Voldemort smiled wildly, and he released the Cruciatus Curse on Harry.

"Stand up, Potter!" Voldemort shouted at him, "I never kill cowards!"

Harry waved his wand and used the remaining fighting spell in his mind to resist, but before he could use the spell, Voldemort brushed him aside.

"Come again!" Voldemort ordered. He pulled Harry to the wand, forcing him to pick up the wand and face him again.

However, at this moment, a Death Eater next to him suddenly stood up. She stretched out a hand and pinched Harry so that he could not move.

Harry felt all the air around him squeezing towards him, and the endless pressure brought him a desperate suffocation. It was the pain from the soul. He never imagined that this Pasha Jorkins was more terrifying than Voldemort.

"I said he is mine!" Voldemort's tone seemed dissatisfied. The black-robed Death Eater glanced at him and reluctantly put down her hand. She stared at the space for a long time.

"No one is allowed to interfere!" Voldemort ordered towards the Death Eaters, "Harry Potter must be dealt with by me personally..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful wave of space magic flashed over Louis' "corpse", with ripples floating layer by layer. Everyone looked over there, and the Death Eaters had already held the wand in their hands.

From inside, a little girl walked out. She was only eleven or twelve years old, with a Russian face.

"This place is so lively. What's wrong? Do you still want to dance on the grave?"

The girl walked to Lewis, she squatted down, picked up her young hands and breathed twice on his face.

"Don't pretend to be dead, just get up." The girl's tone was not very polite, "I know you're fine. You're sleeping quite comfortably."

Suddenly, Voldemort floated a killing curse towards them, but the girl reacted faster than him. She opened her little hand, and an invisible protective spell appeared around them, which just blocked the green light.

The girl frowned. She looked at Voldemort unhappily and shook her hand that was hurt by the blow. Although she blocked it with ghost magic, it still left some burn marks on her hand.

"As expected, leave her to me." Pasha Jorkins looked at the girl with interest. Before Voldemort agreed, she had already walked to them in three steps.

The girl felt the pressure from Jorkins, and her eyes became serious, losing the domineering and condescending feeling of a queen before.

"It's been nearly a thousand years, and I finally saw the same ghost as me again." She said slowly, her tone revealing the vicissitudes of time.

"what are you saying?"

"You know." Pasha Jorkins stretched out a hand to cast magic, but was directly blocked by the girl.

"You are just like me, the darling of this world, both super ghosts." Jorkins's ghost magic continued to be used, which put great pressure on the girl in front of him.

"What a pity. If you followed me, there might be developments that would change the world."

"You mean to let me follow that ugly bald guy." The girl sneered, "Come on, he's so ugly that he has almost no nose. I don't even have the appetite to eat after looking at him every day."

"Alas." Jorkins increased his magic output, "He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

"Wiggins, get the fuck up!" The girl suddenly swore, and beads of sweat began to drip from her forehead. Obviously, in terms of ghost magic, this Elise is better than Pasha Qiaojin. Slightly weaker.

Just when the girl was about to lose her strength, a ray of magic passed behind her and headed towards Pasha Jokins.

The black-robed Jorkins was distracted for a moment, and relaxed his grip on Elise. Elise immediately seized the opportunity to counterattack, the magic exploded in mid-air, and the two fought to a draw.

"Sorry, I woke up late."

Louis stood next to Elise with a wand, and the girl looked at the boy next to her with complaining eyes.

"Louis, it turns out you're okay, that's great."

Harry also ran to them, and several Death Eaters formed a circle around the entire venue. Voldemort and Jorkins stood in the center, facing Louis, Harry, and Elise.

The situation on the field was not good for them. With both sides having super ghosts, Louis and Harry teamed up to face Voldemort and his numerous Death Eaters.

"We only have one chance to escape, Elise, please hold that super ghost." Lewis said quickly. Only by making the opponent's Jorgins unable to take action can they have a chance.

"I can't guarantee that I can win..." Elise answered uncertainly.

"You don't have to win, just hold her down and protect yourself. We need time." Louis said, "Harry, I need you to face Voldemort alone. Remember, just use the disarming spell. As for those Death Eaters, give it to me."

"Can I defeat Voldemort?" Harry was a little surprised why Louis would let him do this.

"You are the most critical link. Believe in yourself. You are the only one here who can deal with him."