Hearing Harry taunt Voldemort, Snape's eyelid twitched, and his expression immediately darkened.
He hurried forward, stopping less than ten meters from Harry, ready to strike Voldemort at any moment.
However, before he could utter a spell, Harry and Voldemort attacked at the same time. Neither man's magic dissipated; instead, they became connected by a streak of golden light.
Faced with such a bizarre situation, his expression shifted uncertainly, and for a moment, he had no idea what to do.
Rather than dissipating after the magical collision, the spells had connected, even transforming into gold—a sight most of the Wizards present had never encountered.
Sirius Black wanted to cast a spell at Voldemort, but given the unusual circumstances, he decided not to act rashly.
He stopped, panting heavily, and asked helplessly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry is..."
Before Dumbledore could answer, he called anxiously in Harry's direction, "Harry? How do you feel?"
Before Harry could say anything, he felt as though a force was lifting him, his feet leaving the ground.
Voldemort across from him was the same. Their two wands continued to maintain their dazzling golden light as they both rose into the air.
Even Voldemort had never encountered such a strange situation.
He tried to pull back his Yew Wand, only to immediately feel an irresistible force preventing him from breaking free of the golden light binding the wands together.
Realizing this, his expression turned ugly. He quickly twisted his wrist, trying to change something.
Seeing this, Harry instinctively copied Voldemort's movement, twisting his wrist in the opposite direction.
He was not sure what Voldemort was trying to do, but he knew one thing clearly: some things could be simple. Whatever Voldemort was doing, he just had to do the opposite.
Sure enough, as the golden thread connecting Voldemort's and Harry's