Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Imagine that even if Hermione killed Malfoy and got the rest of the Horcruxes with the help of Dumbledore, the Golden Cup... The Hufflepuff Golden Cup as a Horcrux is only known to Bellatrix and Voldemort himself.

If the Golden Cup successfully arrived in the United States and there was still a Horcrux, then Voldemort would be immortal, and all previous efforts would be in vain.

"Because I am here, you will not become the failed Granger." Nietzsche stared at his prey like a king cobra.

Let's start... Voldemort, why do you want to let Hogwarts go after such great efforts? Reveal your flaws.

Chapter 414 The show begins

"I won... Dumbledore, although the cost exceeded the original plan, but I succeeded in the end... Look at your fragile appearance now, what can you do to stop me?"

"After you die, I will throw the bodies of those mudbloods in front of your grave!"

Voldemort pinched his wand, raised his little finger elegantly, walked back and forth in front of the dark army, venting his joy.

But when he turned around, he found that Grindelwald's "Dumbledore" was staring straight ahead, laughing at him with disdain, and all the threats he showed were deconstructed by the mocking eyes.

"Stand up!" Voldemort raised his wand angrily.

The magic power carried out his will, knocking Grindelwald, who was sitting in a wheelchair with his head tilted, away and stagnating in the air.

"Protect your school, come on, great Dumbledore... You don't need me to teach you how to bow, right? I say bow!"

"Click---"

Voldemort did not relax just because he was an old man. As the wand pointed down, huge magic power reached Grindelwald's back, trying to force him to bend down.

But this was impossible. No one could force Grindelwald to bend down, except himself.

Therefore, his body floated in the air, his lower body was like a steel plate being bent, while his upper body was trying his best to stand up, holding a cold hostility under the torture of the Dark Lord.

"Is that it?" Grindelwald asked hoarsely and slowly.

He used the most acrimonious tone to anger Voldemort, and then carefully hid the ring on his finger.

Red flames suddenly rose from the lawn. In order to hide, the Hebdiry Islands Black Dragon in the Black Lake stepped on the deck of the wooden boat that sank to the bottom of the water, buried his whole body under the water, and only exposed the protruding tip of the pen to breathe.

"That's it, that's right!" Voldemort laughed fiercely.

No one could see the two people fighting behind the wall of fire. The spells cut through the long dark night like thunder and lightning, and every fight made the clouds above reflect green and red light.

But they could hear Voldemort's laughter, and then a figure passed through the flames and fell to the ground quickly.

"You are old." The Dark Lord held the old wand with both hands and said ecstatically, "This is your confidence, and the reason why you are stronger than me. The prophecy has confirmed this for me!"

Several werewolves crawled over and wanted to get rid of Grindelwald, who was lying on the ground and dying, but the Dark Lord stopped them all.

He opened his arms towards Hogwarts and made a gesture of hugging. Then Nietzsche saw Nagini and Narcissa emerge from both sides at the same time, as if listening to some new instructions.

Take another step forward... Come here...

Nietzsche pinched his knuckles and silently calculated the distance between the shadow under the fire and the castle in his mind.

"Let Minerva get ready!" Dumbledore saw that Voldemort had let down his guard because he got the Elder Wand, so he pulled out the wand he had exchanged with Grindelwald. It could be said that this was originally his first wand.

The headmaster's message was passed on through the portrait, and soon everyone rushed over.

In each office originally decorated with a warm European country cottage, professors jumped out of the windows in all directions,

and then...

"Take me!" The Sorting Hat's rhythmic tone sounded out of place, and it twisted the tip of the hat on the wooden frame and said, "Don't forget that I am also a part of Hogwarts... Child, take me over."

The Sorting Hat seemed to want to bite off the enemy's fingers with its broken mouth.

However, Hermione suddenly realized something first. She first glanced at the rest of the silver alchemical ornaments on the wooden shelf, and then gently pinched the brim of the wizard's hat without feeling any extra weight.

"I know who to give it to." She said quickly and rushed out of the headmaster's office.

Countless footsteps suddenly sounded in the previously empty corridor. When she ran to the circular corridor, she could see that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor had already run out of their respective towers.

The students who had just run out of the lounge to take a breath immediately surrounded Hermione after seeing her.

"Does the headmaster need support?" Seamus shouted in a shrill voice, "Just now the Fat Lady received an order from Dean McGonagall and was willing to let us out. I say, how long do we have to wait?"

"Just tell us what we should do, Prefect Granger!" Qiu Zhang said hurriedly.

They had been locked in the lounge by the professors for a long time and had been suffocating for a long time.

George and Fred ran over with several large boxes, and said while everyone was still gathered together: "Come here, free magic weapons... Freezing Curse Grenade and Devil's Net Grenade... Two for each person, take them all!"

Everyone actively drew out their wands, pinned the badge containing rune magic on their chests, and hung two sticky balls on their belts.

At this historic moment, they were not afraid of death, and ignorance became the best morale.

"Where is Potter?" Hermione shouted loudly like Professor McGonagall scolding the classroom order, "Be quiet, let Harry Potter come over, who saw him? George! Fred! Let your Ginny call him!"

Everyone listened to her words, and the voices gradually spread from the front row to the outermost part of the corridor.

"Potter! The prefect is looking for Potter!"

"McGreg is looking for Harry!"

"The dean is looking for Harry..."

Within ninety seconds, the sharp-eyed Hermione saw a pair of hands waving in the crowd.

Although for some reason, when Harry Potter heard it, Hermione had become the dean... He wanted to squeeze over to ask what was going on, but the narrow corridor and the equally anxious classmates did not give him this opportunity.

In the end, Ron had no choice but to hold his legs and throw him up into the crowd.

Harry's mood was complicated---he had a bad relationship with Snape before, but with Lupin's explanation and his own judgment of those old things, he gradually got closer to the professor, and today, it was suddenly time for him to test the school's results.

He couldn't move, and was pushed by countless big hands above his head, like a jellyfish washed ashore by the tide.

"Gently... Gently."

Hermione ignored the muttering of the Sorting Hat, stuffed it into Harry's arms with force, and patted his shoulder seriously.

"Listen to me! Friends!" She pulled her throat and shouted sincerely without using any amplification spells, "This is the moment to test you. I need you to complete a goal under the premise of protecting the castle."

Harry grabbed the complaining Sorting Hat at a loss, and countless eyes were focused on him.

"Open a way for Harry Potter, any way that can lead to Voldemort!" Hermione waved her hand.

Gryffindors roared deafeningly. George, Fred, Jordan and other Quidditch members squeezed a path through the crowded crowd. Arms stretched out from both sides of the aisle, constantly pulling Harry forward.

They rushed out like a flood bursting through a dam, encouraged by Hermione.

"Let's end this old night! Everything will end tonight!"

When everyone left the circular corridor, every window, drawbridge and other places became a place for counterattack. Hermione, who used all her strength to roar, leaned against the side of the corridor, panting, relieving the blush on her face.

When those giants, werewolves, and vampires passed Grindelwald, those colorful beams of light passed silently over the lawn, drawing neon strips in the void.

A light curtain rose along the edge of Hogwarts-the prey was caught in the net.

Chapter 415 Hey, can we reconcile?

"All protection ---" With Dumbledore's permission, the professors activated the castle's defensive magic.

Nagini appeared, Nagini couldn't leave, Nagini was stunned.

The barrier emitting brilliant light enveloped the entire Hogwarts, performing a "light show" that even Dementors could not stop:

The huge dock rose from the bottom of the lake, and the windows with vines hanging on them, which were still dripping, burst out countless black magic, forming a crossfire network with the castle windows and Beauxbatons students on the outer walls.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Hermione rode on the returning Smaug, and together with dozens of black dragons that jumped out of the Black Lake, they surrounded the rear of Voldemort's army.

The patronus Phoenix emitted a dazzling white light, dispelling the surrounding Dementors, and disrupted Voldemort's air support with a swift and unexpected offensive.

This was an opportunity.

Afterwards, Krum of Durmstrang and Cedric of Hogwarts will form a quick response unit consisting of two Quidditch teams, take over the air superiority under the protection of the Phoenix Bird, and freely move within the range of the Patronus.

Trap!!

Voldemort shouted angrily to the back: "Concentrate the attack on one point!"

But when he figured out the only way out, it was too late. Karkaroff had already successfully reached the weak point of the Peace Guarding Spell under the protection of the dragons, and was surrounded by the centaurs and dragons ambushed in the Forbidden Forest.

The strong centaurs trampled the eight-eyed giant spider with their iron hooves, and the golden dragon tore the approaching werewolf with its claws.

"Avada---"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of anger and hatred. He condensed a silver shield from the air to block the flying spell. He couldn't see those who were hiding, so he could only fight back based on the trajectory of the spell.

The fierce green light flew over, with enough power, but the accuracy was not respectful, and it only blew a three or four meter wide wound on Durmstrang's wooden ship.

The killing curse that he was most proud of was useless on a small-scale tactical battlefield.

Maybe some lucky ones could use the giant's body to rush through the fire net. They rushed to the gate of the Sundial Garden wall desperately, and were about to be excited about the next close-range massacre. They would be greeted by dozens of lightsabers of different colors.

Nietzsche put on the armor and helmet made of basilisk scales, and he would use the scarlet light to tell the enemy what fear is.

He grabbed with his left hand and used magic to pull back a vampire who wanted to escape, and then used the scorching "beam of light" to pierce the opponent's heart directly.

"Dobby." Nietzsche snapped his fingers.

The wizard's casting speed alone was not enough.

With the explosion of the apparition, some of the stormtroopers followed Dobby to the outside of the wall. They knelt on one knee and lined up in a row, suppressing the torrent of creatures in front of them with absolute firepower.

Each beam of light was a standard explosion spell. For Muggles, they only needed to aim and shoot.

The magic intertwined on the entire battlefield made the cruel beasts called "people" scream. They were all blown into minced meat by the crushing spell and roasted into charred meat by the fire spell on the way to the castle...

The dark army was cut into two halves as planned, half inside and half outside.

Of course, giants, creatures that are naturally immune to magic, are more troublesome. They are more annoying than trolls.

One of the tall giants got up from the ground and launched a crazy charge towards Nietzsche. Just as he was about to jump up to avoid it, a huge and sharp stone spear suddenly stabbed him through the heart.

The one who helped was also a giant, but it was just a "stone giant".

Nietzsche looked back and found that the whole Hogwarts had come alive. The tall knight statues had torn off the vines that grew on their bodies and affected the movement of their joints. They jumped down from the wall and used their strongest bodies to resist the giants on the opposite side.

The statues swung the huge stone swords and made a "whoosh" sound. He felt that some giants were not killed by being chopped to death, but were simply killed by the sword.

"I have always wanted to try this spell." Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands and looked at the stunned Nietzsche and said, "Go, leave the giants to me."

The advantage of the giants also disappeared. How could a flesh body stop the hard and fully armed statues?

The stone spear pierced the heart, the stone sword broke the limbs, and the stone axe broke the belly.

Nietzsche passed through the shooting array. He walked on the lawn. He didn't even need to do anything. Any enemy who wanted to get close would be blown to pieces by the stormtroopers behind him with the explosive spell.

Voldemort was forced to close his defense due to such a fierce attack... This was not a resistance from Hogwarts, nor even a battle, but a carefully crafted trap.

Want to escape from here? Sure, if you have the ability, just kill everyone.

His eyes passed over the shoulders of several followers and saw the familiar scarlet...

"No!!" Voldemort roared like crazy, "This is impossible! He can't be alive!"

Why?

He saw with his own eyes that Holmes was caught in the storm of the Department of Mysteries, and even he paid a painful price.

Voldemort seemed to hear the mockery of the god of death. The low and magnetic long laughter was exactly the same as the one coming from behind the stone archway in the Death Hall of the Department of Mysteries. He waved the old wand in his hand angrily, emitting green light.

‘Impossible, impossible... that mudblood...’ He lied to himself in anger.

“Long time no see.” Nietzsche tore apart Voldemort’s fantasy.

Chapter 416 The Final Kill

The hard skin was cut by the sharp alchemical weapon, and the hot and smelly blood gathered in the earth pit; the granite helmet was cracked by the swinging fist... The collision between the stone statue and the giant made the earth tremble.

The sharp tail of the Hebrides Black Dragon was like a whip, and every time it was whipped, it would splash bone slag and minced meat.

“Go and do what you should do.” Dumbledore hid behind the school gate, looking at the gorgeous light show outside and said, “I’m sorry I can’t go with you, because I have something else to do.”

Harry nodded, swallowed the saliva stuck in his throat, and pulled out a silver-glowing Gryffindor sword made by goblins with a red gem on the hilt from the Sorting Hat.

He touched the scar on his forehead, took a deep breath, and resolutely stepped into the battlefield.

The eardrums were hit by the wailing of giants and the howling of werewolves. When Harry stepped out of the school gate, he saw many vampires relying on Animagus characteristics rushing into the yard and fighting with more than a dozen students led by Quirrell.

Blue, yellow, green... different beams of light waved in the darkness.