Snape's eyelids twitched at Harry's taunting of Voldemort, and his expression immediately darkened.
He hurried forward, stopping less than ten meters from Harry, ready to strike Voldemort at any moment.
Yet before he could utter a spell, Harry and Voldemort attacked at the same time. Neither of their magic collapsed; instead, they were linked together by a strand of golden light.
Faced with such a bizarre situation, his expression shifted uncertainly, and for a moment, he did not know what to do.
Rather than dissipating after their magic collided, it had connected together and even transformed into gold—something most of the wizards present had never encountered before.
Sirius Black wanted to cast magic 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 toward Harry, "Harry? How do you feel?"
Before Harry could say anything, he felt as though some force was supporting him, lifting his feet off the ground.
Voldemort across from him was the same. Their two wands continued to maintain the dazzling golden light as they both rose into the air.
Even Voldemort had never encountered such a bizarre situation.
He tried to pull back the Yew Wand, only to immediately feel an irreversible resistance that would not allow him to break free from the golden light binding the wands together.
Realizing this, his expression turned ugly. He quickly twisted his wrist, trying to make some change.
Seeing this, Harry instinctively copied Voldemort's movement and twisted his wrist in the opposite direction.
He did not know what Voldemort was trying to do, but he knew very well that some things could be simple. Whatever Voldemort was doing, he only needed to do the opposite.
Sure enough,