Hogwarts Homecoming

The endlessly stunning Thunder Snake's billowing sea of ​​gray clouds rolled violently!

In the center of the overwhelming clouds, directly above the Hogwarts campus, a huge vortex appeared in the thick clouds.

As if hell was coming, shrill roars descended from the sky. Under people's horrified gaze, a huge island that compared Hogwarts Castle to insignificance was coming!

"Avalon!"

In the rustling wind, Vitiya murmured absently,

"It responded to the call of the double snake staff and came to life."

"Is that Avalon?"

Fromid's lips moved, and he whispered in despair.

"Ho ho."

Sirius looked up at the huge island that gradually emerged from the billowing gray clouds and crashed towards Hogwarts, with a sad smile on his face.

"What a joke."

If the island falls, Hogwarts will be razed to the ground, large areas of the Forbidden Forest will be destroyed, Hogsmeade will also be wiped out, and no one will be able to survive.

Roaring beasts, rolling thunder, violent howling wind, surging waves, cracked earth, and the whining thousand-year-old castle

The noisy voices intertwine into a carnival of death!

Without external force, the Avalon Island was completely sinking in free fall. The huge island violently rubbed against the air and ignited blazing flames. The rocks that cracked under the influence of gravity were wrapped in flames and continued to bombard Hogwarts.

Perhaps, before the island falls, Hogwarts Castle, which witnessed the rise and fall of magic, will be destroyed.

In the principal's office, which was riddled with holes, no one ran away in panic.

It's too late, everything is too late

The space has been blocked, Fox is still unable to break through, and no one can escape the rolling range of Avalon Island before the island falls.

Oh, maybe a Firebolt would work.

Harry, who had a dull face, had this faint thought in his mind.

But what's the point?

So many people are going to die, even if a few survive, what's the point?

But how did all this happen?

It was obvious that they had won a great victory last night, Voldemort's power was liquidated, and Voldemort himself fled in panic.

He had even begun to long for the good life after Voldemort was gone.

Why?

In the blink of an eye, all this beauty was shattered like a dream.

Harry rolled his eyes stiffly.

Sirius is here, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville, and Professor Blaine and Dumbledore

All the people he loved were here.

This can be considered a gratifying thing.

pity

Before he could confess to Ginny, they were going to die.

I really hope someone can stop this.

Harry thought, but who could do that?

What they are facing is the punishment of the gods. Even if the wizard possesses wonderful magic, how can he resist the power of the gods?

Not even Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain

"Vitya!"

The despair that enveloped people was broken.

Harry saw Professor Blaine standing in front of the hole turning his head and shouting at the dark witch who had an unclear relationship with him.

It finally happened.

It caught him off guard, faster than expected.

Amosta looked at Vitia and Flomid beside her, her deep brown eyes were filled with violence, but there was no trace of despair.

"Keep your promise!"

Amid Amosta's sharp shout, Fromid moved. His eyes flashed with determination, and he raised his right hand. What he held there was the holy staff that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Druid sect for more than ten centuries. .

"let me--"

Amidst the roar, Vitiya's clear voice reached everyone's ears.

Harry watched as the beautiful witch snatched the Grapevine Staff from Professor Rahanson's hand.

Harry saw her smiling at Professor Blaine, and then, the green light lingering around her engulfed her, and she turned into a green meteor and flew out of the office through the hole.

The green meteors smashed into the rising water mist, avoided the bolides one after another, jumped over the entire campus, and stopped at the border of the forbidden forest and the fragmented campus. The Whomping Willow!

Ancient, pious chanting sounded.

The ethereal chant even overwhelmed the explosion and roar, and as the chant sounded, the green light gradually became blazing, becoming a bright blue moon in this dark world!

bite!

After the clear ringing of wind chimes, the blue moon hung on the branches of the Whomping Willow.

Rumble.

The earth let out a low roar, and in this roar, the whomping willow planted for Remus began to grow.

Ten feet. One hundred feet. One thousand feet. Two thousand feet. Three thousand feet.

The Whomping Willow seems to have become the world tree in mythology, supporting the heaven and earth. In the green light around it, silhouettes of people flashed, worshiping devoutly.

In the chaotic world, the painful cry of Vitiya, who had disappeared, was vaguely heard.

Tens of thousands of hanging willow branches that are longer than the tree body rise up with a heart-stopping whistling sound, heading straight towards the sinking Avalon!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

Every branch seemed to be roaring, and they sank straight into the bottom of the island, trying their best to support the sinking Avalon!

Bang, bang, bang!

Every second, countless branches burst under the heavy pressure, and every second, new branches grow out, facing Avalon!

"Merlin, please."

Horas, who had long since woken up from his drunkenness, murmured,

"Is this a myth or am I still dreaming?"

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No one answered his question.

People stared at the Whomping Willow that occupied the sky and the earth, and the island of Avalon that was supported by it with difficulty, their minds were already stiff.

Did it really hold up?

No!

The gravel fell to the ground like rain.

In the void, Amosta seemed to hear Vitia's painful groans and cries.

She used her body as a bridge to guide the natural power obtained by the devout prayers of countless druids for hundreds of generations from the holy staff to the Whomping Willow.

Every second, she endured unimaginable pain!

In the sky, the speed of the branches bursting was accelerating, and the island of Avalon was still falling to the ground, but the speed was much slower.

If the action was quick, some people might be able to escape, but most of the students and nearby residents would still die!

Merlin can use his magic to make Avalon float above the sky of the small world, but Vitia and all the power of the holy staff are no match for the legendary magician of ancient times.

Hogwarts no longer has a clear boundary. The courtyard wall disappeared under the bombardment of meteorites and the squeeze of the Whomping Willow.

Half of the Black Lake has disappeared, and the lake water has overflowed the riverside, forming a piece of ocean in the pits blasted by the rocks.

"Don't despair--"

Harry saw that Professor Brain was looking at him and even smiling at him.

"You can all survive."

"Take the children away, Amosta--"

Dumbledore said, his silver eyebrows and beard fluttering, and his voice was hoarse.

Dumbledore looked at every face with nostalgia, looked at everything in this broken office, looked at the crumbling castle, and then said calmly,

"I will buy time for you."

"Albus!"

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and burst into tears.

"Although I think you won't live long, Headmaster Dumbledore--"

Harry saw that Professor Braine, standing in front of the fiery red meteor shower, even slowly adjusted his sleeves. He said,

"But I don't think you will die today."

Harry saw that Professor Braine took a deep breath, and when he exhaled, the hot breath exuded the burning smell of lava. He also smiled at Professor Dumbledore,

"I found a helper to deal with today's situation. After nearly a century, don't you want to fight side by side with your good friend again?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

On the cliff outside the Hogwarts campus, a man walked in the stone rain. With every step closer to Hogwarts, his obscure silver eyes became brighter, and his hunched back was gradually straightened. He looked at the Hogwarts Castle in the wind and rain,

"Albus, where is my wand?"

In front of the hole in the headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the contemporary era, was in tears.