HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 907 The dust settles

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When Jon’s consciousness left Harry’s mind, it still felt a little unreal.

Why aren’t things happening in the mind real?

It’s really weird to say this from his mouth, but it’s normal to think about it. If that’s not the case, how can the whole thing make sense?

Only if he has experienced it personally can he integrate this story ingeniously. Otherwise, where did Joanne get such material to write the book?

What a wonderful reincarnation.

But on the other hand, Hagrid had already taken Harry to another battlefield.

Jon is behind.

Follow from a distance.

He is counting down.

Voldemort was talking, but he didn’t know that Britain was not the only country in this world, and beyond the enchantment of the Dragon Sleeping, huge changes were taking place.

Kind of, pathetic.

The shouting pierced the dawn sky, and Neville was on fire, but he was nailed to the spot, unable to move. Harry couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to act–

Then, many things happened at the same time.

They heard a commotion coming from the boundary wall of the school in the distance, and it seemed that thousands of people mightily climbed over the wall outside their sight and rushed towards the castle shouting loudly. At the same time, Glop swayed from the side of the castle, shouting: “Hagrid!” Voldemort’s giants roared in response. They rushed towards Glop like bull elephants, shaking the ground. Then came the sound of horseshoes and bows, and in a blink of an eye, sharp arrows shot among the Death Eaters. They yelled in surprise and got confused. Harry drew the invisibility cloak from his robe and draped it on him, leaping up from the ground, and Neville was able to move.

Neville’s body straightened, and he broke free of the restraint curse all at once, and the burning hat slipped off. He drew a silver thing out of it, with a gleaming handle, studded with rubies—

In the roar of the crowd, in the sound of the slaying of giants, in the hooves of the crowd of horsemen, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword being cut, but it seemed to attract every pair of eyes. With a sword down, Neville cut off the snake’s head, and the snake’s head rotated high into the sky, shining in the light sprinkled in the hall. Voldemort opened his mouth and let out an angry cry, but no one could hear him. Then, with a bang, the body of the snake fell heavily under his feet—

Harry hid under the invisibility cloak, and before Voldemort raised his wand, he cast an iron armor curse between him and Neville. Then, in the sound of shouting, roaring, and heavy footsteps of fighting giants, Hagrid’s yelling overwhelmed everything.

“Harry!” Hagrid shouted, “Harry—where is Harry?”

The whole scene was in chaos. The horses rushed into battle, chasing the Death Eaters and fleeing, everyone was escaping from being trampled by the giants. The reinforcements from nowhere were so powerful that they were getting closer and closer. Harry saw the winged behemoth Yeqi and the eagle-headed horse-body winged Buckbeak hovering over the head of Voldemort’s giant, grabbing their eyes, and Glop fisted them with old fists. At this time, all the wizards, the defenders of Hogwarts, or the Death Eaters of Voldemort, were forced to retreat to the castle. Harry fired curses and spells whenever he saw the Death Eaters. They collapsed to the ground, but didn’t know who or animal attacked him, and then their bodies were retreated and the crowd stepped on their feet.

Harry was still hiding under the invisibility cloak, crowded into the hall by the crowd. He was looking for Voldemort, and then he saw Voldemort at the other end of the room, still under the loud command, retreating into the auditorium, waving his wand and shooting the spell in all directions. Harry cast a few more iron armor curses, and Seamo Finnigan and Hannah Abbott, who were almost hit by Voldemort, hurriedly ran from him into the auditorium and joined the already raging battle there.

At this time, more and more people crowded the steps of the front door, and Harry saw Charlie Weasley catch up with Horace Thrughorn, who was still wearing bright green pajamas. Behind them, they seemed to follow all the heavy relatives and friends of Hogwarts who remained to fight, as well as the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade Village. With a violent sound of horseshoes, the horseman Bain, Ronan, and Margaret rushed into the auditorium. At the same time, the door leading to the kitchen behind Harry was blown off its hinges.

Hogwarts’ house elves rushed into the hall screaming and brandishing knives and meat cleavers. Walking in the front was Klee with Regulus Black’s locket on his chest. Che, even in this noise, his bullfrog-like voice is still clearly audible: “Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, the defender of the house elves! In the name of the brave Regulus, resist Dark Lord! Fight!”

They chopped and pierced the Death Eaters’ ankles and calves, and their faces burned with hatred. No matter where Harry looked, all he saw were the Death Eaters who were crushed by a large number of elves, they were obediently cursed, and those who were stabbed in their legs were drawing arrows from their wounds, and He was running desperately, but was overwhelmed by the swarming elves.

But the battle is not over yet. Harry ran through the fighters, through those struggling under the spell, and rushed into the auditorium.

Voldemort was at the center of the battle, and he attacked the people around him with a bow from left to right. Harry couldn’t aim, he could only move forward a little bit under the cover of the invisibility cloak. There were more and more people in the auditorium, and as long as they could walk, they would squeeze in.

Harry saw Yaxley being knocked to the ground by George and Lee Jordan, Dolohov collapsed with a scream in Flitwick’s hands, and Walton McNeill being thrown by Hagrid. To the end of the auditorium, he slammed into the stone wall and slid to the ground unconsciously. He also saw Ron and Neville defeat Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth stunned Lukewood, Arthur and Percy knocked Sinkenis down, and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy ran around in the crowd, not participating in the fight at all, just calling out their son loudly.

Voldemort was fighting McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley at the same time. His face was cruel hate. The three of them shuttled around him and avoided, but they couldn’t take his life–

Fifty meters away from Voldemort, Bellatrix was also fighting vigorously, dealing with three people at the same time like her master: Hermione, Ginny, and Luna. They all tried their best, but Bellatrix was evenly matched with them. Suddenly, a killing curse hit Ginny, really hanging, and Ginny died an inch away. Harry’s attention was drawn to the past–

He changed direction, temporarily let go of Voldemort, and rushed straight to Bellatrix, but was knocked to the side before running a few steps.

“Don’t touch my daughter, you bitch!”

Mrs. Weasley shook off her cloak as she ran, and freed her arms. Bellatrix turned around and laughed roughly when she saw the new challenger.

“Go away!” Mrs. Weasley yelled to the three girls, and then with a wave of her wand, the battle began. Harry watched Molly Weasley’s wand whirled and killed with horror and joy. The smile on Bellatrix Lestrange’s face began to tremble and turned into a growl. The two wands swished brightly, and the floor near the witch’s feet became hot and cracked. The two women are fighting to the death.

“No!” Mrs. Weasley yelled, seeing several students rushing forward to help, “Go back! Go back! She is mine!”

At this time, hundreds of people stood by the wall, watching these two duels: Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly. Harry stood there in a dilemma, wanted to attack and protect himself, not sure whether it would hurt the innocent.

“I killed you, what will your children do?” Bellatrix sneered, she was as crazy as her master, jumping to avoid the curse that Molly whizzed over, “Mummy What can I do if I end up like Fred?”

“Never again—no—you—touch—my—child!” Mrs. Weasley screamed.

Bellatrix laughed, and the laughter was so hearty that it was exactly the same as her laugh when her cousin Sirius retreated through the curtain and fell down. Harry suddenly knew what was next.

Molly’s curse flew under Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and hit her chest, exactly where the heart was.

Bellatrix’s triumphant smile solidified, and her eyes seemed to stick out. At that moment, she knew what had happened, and then she fell to the ground. The surrounding crowd was full of noise, and Voldemort screamed.

Harry felt like he was turning in slow motion. He saw McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn all being blown up, beating and tossing in the air, Voldemort saw his last and most loyal assistant being killed Down, the anger exploded like a bomb. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Molly Weasley.

“Armor!” Harry roared, and the iron armor curse ran across the center of the auditorium. Voldemort looked around to find who had cast it. Harry finally took off his cloak.

Shocked shouts, cheers, “Harry!” “He’s still alive!” shouts rang out from all sides, followed by silence. Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and at the same time they began to circle around each other face to face, people squeezed their hearts, and the auditorium suddenly became deadly silent.

“I don’t want anyone to help,” Harry said loudly. In absolute silence, his voice spread like a trumpet. “It must be like this, it must be me.”

There was a hissing sound in Voldemort’s mouth.

“Potter is not telling the truth,” he said, his red eyes widened. “That’s not his style, right? Potter, who do you want to use as a shield today?”

“There is no one,” Harry said flatly. “There are no Horcruxes. Only you and me. Both can’t live. Only one survives. One of us will leave forever…”

“One of us?” Voldemort sneered, his whole body tight, his red eyes staring like a snake preparing to attack, “You think it’s you, right, that happened by accident with Dumbledore behind. The surviving boy?”

“My mother died to save me. Is this accidental?” Harry asked. The two people are still moving sideways, in circles, always keeping the same distance. For Harry, there were no other faces except Voldemort. “It was accidental that I decided to resist in that cemetery? I survived without resisting tonight. Is it accidental that I returned to fight again?”

“By chance!” Voldemort called, but still did not attack. The surrounding people were frozen, as if they had been petrified, there were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and it seemed that only the two of them were breathing. “Occasionally, luck, and you keep hiding behind the adults and crying, let me kill them for you!”

“You don’t want to kill anyone tonight,” Harry said, and they circled around, staring into each other’s eyes, green eyes to red eyes. “You never want to kill any of them, never again. Think. Understand? In order to prevent you from hurting these people, I am going to die—?”

“you have not!”

“—I made up my mind, this is the key. I did what my mother did. You can’t hurt them anymore. Didn’t you find that the spells you shot at them are no longer binding? You can’t torture them, You can’t hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, don’t you, Riddle?”

“How dare you—”

“Yes, I dare,” Harry said. “You don’t know the things I know, Tom Riddle. I know many important things you don’t know. Do you want to listen to it so that you don’t make another big mistake?”

Voldemort didn’t speak, and walked around the circle silently. Harry knew that he was temporarily bewildered, and he didn’t dare to do it lightly, worried that if Harry really knew some fatal secret…

“Love again?” said Voldemort, the snake face full of mockery, “Dumbledore’s magic weapon, love, he claimed to conquer death, but failed to prevent him from falling from the tower, falling to pieces like an old wax figure. Love, did not stop me from crushing your mudblood mother to death like a cockroach, Potter-this time no one seems to stand up because of loving you to block my spell. Then, once I make a move, how can you possibly Immortal?”

“Only one point,” Harry said, and the two were still circling and holding each other face to face. The only thing separating them was the last secret.

“If it’s not love that saves you this time,” Voldemort said, “you must believe that you have a magic that I don’t have, or that you have a weapon more powerful than mine?”

“It’s both.” Harry said. He saw a trace of panic flashing across Zhang She’s face, but it was fleeting. Voldemort laughed, and the laughter was more terrifying than his shouts: cold and crazy, reverberating in the silent auditorium.

“Do you think you can have more magic than me?” He said, “More than me—Master Voldemort? The magic I used, Dumbledore never even dreamed of it!”

“Oh, he thought about it,” Harry said, “but he was wiser and didn’t do the things you did.”

“You mean he is weak!” Voldemort screamed. “He is weak and has no guts. He is weak and dare not take away what should belong to him-now it will belong to me!”

“No, he is smarter than you,” Harry said, “a better wizard, a better man.”

“I killed Albus Dumbledore!”

“You think so,” Harry said, “but you were wrong.”

The crowd of onlookers commotion for the first time, and hundreds of people by the wall took a breath at the same time.

“Dumbledore is dead!” Voldemort threw this sentence at Harry fiercely, as if it could cause Harry unbearable pain, “His body is rotting in the marble grave on the wasteland of this castle. , I saw it, Potter, he will never come back again!”

“Yes, Dumbledore is dead,” Harry said quietly, “but it was not your arrangement. He chose the way of death himself, and he chose it a few months before he died. He and the one you think was you The servants arranged everything together.”

“What a naive and ridiculous dream!” Voldemort said, but he still didn’t attack, those red eyes staring at Harry’s.

“Severus Snape is not yours,” Harry said. “Snape is Dumbledore’s, and he has been Dumbledore’s since you started chasing my mother. You haven’t noticed it because you don’t understand that kind of thing. Have you never seen Snape’s patron saint, Riddle?”

Voldemort did not answer. They continued to confront each other in circles, like two wolves ready to tear each other to pieces.

“Snape’s patron saint is a deer,” Harry said. “It’s the same as my mother’s, because he has loved her for almost all his life, since their childhood. Actually you should have discovered it,” he said. When Voldemort’s nostrils suddenly opened, he said, “He asked you to spare my mother’s life, didn’t he?”

“He longed for her, nothing more,” Voldemort said with a sneer, “but after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world with purer bloodlines and more worthy of him—”

“Of course he would tell you that.” Harry said. “But since you threatened my mother, he has been Dumbledore’s spy, and he has been against you since then! Dumbledore was dying, Snee Pu Cai ended his life.”

“That doesn’t matter!” screamed Voldemort, listening to every word Harry said with all his attention, and suddenly let out a string of crazy laughs, “Snape is mine or Dumbledore’s. It doesn’t matter what little stumbling blocks they want to set up on my way! I destroyed them, just as I destroyed your mother, Snape’s so-called great love! Oh, but this shows the problem. Potter, but you won’t understand!”

“Dumbledore prevented me from getting the old wand! He wanted Snape to be the real master of the old wand! But I got ahead of you, little hairy boy-before you started, I got the wand, without you. When I wake up, I understand the truth. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago. Now, the old wand, death rod, and wand of fate really belong to me! Dumbledore’s last plan was ruined. Now, Harry Potter!”

“Yes, that’s right,” Harry said. “You’re right, but before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you did… Think about it, and try to do some confession. Del…”

“What does this mean?”

None of Harry’s words to Voldemort, including revelations and cynicism, shocked Voldemort so much. Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits, and saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

“This is your last chance,” Harry said, “your only chance… I have seen you end without repentance… be brave… give it a try… try to do some repentance…”

“How dare you—?” Voldemort said again.

“Yes, I dare,” said Harry, “because Dumbledore’s final plan did not cause any unexpected results for me, but it did for you, Riddle.”

Voldemort’s hand was shaking with the old wand, and Harry gripped Draco’s wand tightly. He knew that the moment was coming.

“That magic wand still won’t fully follow your command, because you killed the wrong person. Severus Snape was not the true master of the old wand at all, he didn’t defeat Dumbledore at all.”

“He killed—”

“Did you not listen to me? Snape never defeated Dumbledore! Dumbledore’s death was planned by them together! Dumbledore planned to die undefeated and become the last true master of the wand! If everything else As planned, the power of the wand should die with him, because no one wins the wand from him!”

“But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the magic wand!” Voldemort’s voice trembled with malice and saltiness. “I stole the wand from the grave of its last master! I violated its last one. The master’s will take it out! Its power belongs to me!”

“You still don’t understand, Riddle? It’s not enough to have a wand! Holding it and using it doesn’t make it truly yours. Didn’t you hear what Ollivander said? The wand chooses the wizard… Dumble Before Lido died, the old wand recognized a new owner, and the man never touched it. The new owner removed the wand in his hand against Dumbledore’s wishes. He had no idea what he had done, no Knowing that the most powerful wand in the world has served him allegiance…”

Voldemort’s chest was rising and falling fiercely, and Harry could feel the spell rushing up, and the spell gathering power in the wand pointed at his face.

“The real owner of the old wand is Draco Malfoy.”

There was a blank consternation on Voldemort’s face, but it was fleeting.

“But what does that matter?” He whispered, “Even if you are right, Potter, what does it matter to you and me? You no longer hold the phoenix feather wand: we only fight by skill… …Wait until I kill you before I can deal with Draco Malfoy…”

“But you are too late,” Harry said. “You missed the opportunity. I was one step ahead. I defeated Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago. I took this wand from him.”

Harry shook the hawthorn wand and felt all eyes in the auditorium fixed on it.

“So, the final result is like this, right?” Harry whispered, “Does the wand in your hand know that his last master was disarmed? If it knows… now I am the real owner of the old wand. .”

Suddenly, the magic sky above his head burst out with a golden red light, and a small half-round of dazzling sun appeared on the window sill closest to them. The sun shone on both of them at the same time, and Voldemort’s cheeks were suddenly red. Harry heard Voldemort’s high-pitched voice screaming, and at the same time he raised Draco’s wand, shouting his most ardent hope into the sky:

“Killing Curse!”

“Except for your weapons!”

With a bang like a cannonball blast, a golden flame was shot out in the center of the circle they stepped on repeatedly, and that was where the spell collided. Harry saw Voldemort’s green light hit his own spell, saw the old spell fly into the air, appearing black in the rising sun, spinning under the magic ceiling like Nagini’s head, swirling The child flies to the owner that it doesn’t want to kill-this owner will finally have it completely. Harry grasped the flying wand with his free hand with the superb skills of the seeker, and saw Voldemort staggering back, his arms open, and the slender pupils in his red eyes rolled up. Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dying like a mortal, his body was limp and convulsed, his pale hands were empty, and the snake face was hollow and blank. Voldemort was dead, bounced back and killed by his own spell. Harry stood there, holding two wands in his hands, looking down at his opponent’s body.

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