HP Approaches the Magic World

When Jon's consciousness left Harry's mind, he still felt a little unreal.

Why aren't things happening in the brain real?

It was really strange to say this from his mouth, but it was normal if you think about it. If not, how could the whole thing make sense?

Only through his personal experience can he skillfully integrate this story. Otherwise, where did Joanne get such material to write a book?

What a wonderful reincarnation.

But on the other hand, Hagrid was already carrying 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 one in the world. Beyond the barrier of sleeping dragons, huge changes were taking place.

A little bit pitiful.

Shouts pierced the dawn sky, and Neville's whole body was on fire, but he was nailed to the spot, unable to move. Harry couldn't bear it anymore, he had to act——

Then, many things happened at the same time.

They heard a commotion coming from the school boundary wall in the distance. It seemed like hundreds of people were climbing over the wall out of sight, shouting loudly and rushing towards the castle. At the same time, Grawp staggered from the castle.

One side turned around and shouted: "Hagrid!" Voldemort's giants roared in response. They rushed towards Grawp like elephants, making the ground tremble. Then there was the sound of horse hooves and the sound of bows.

In the blink of an eye, sharp arrows were fired into the middle of the Death Eaters. They screamed in surprise and scrambled. Harry took out the invisibility cloak from his robe and put it on his body, jumping up from the ground. At this time, Neville could also move.

Neville straightened up and broke free of the body-binding spell, and the flaming hat slipped off. He pulled out a silver object from it, with a shiny handle and a ruby ​​inlay -

Amidst the roars of the swarming crowd, the fighting sounds of the giants, and the trampling of the hooves of the swarming centaurs, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword slashing, but it seemed to attract every pair of eyes.

With the sword down, Neville chopped off the big snake's head. The snake's head spun high into the sky, shining in the light from the foyer. Voldemort opened his mouth and shouted angrily, but no one could hear. Then, boom

With a sound, the snake's body fell heavily at his feet——

Harry hid under the invisibility cloak, and before Voldemort could raise his wand, he cast an iron armor spell between him and Neville. Then, amid the shouts, roars and heavy footsteps of the fighting giants, Hagrid

The shouts drowned out everything else.

"Harry!" Hagrid shouted, "Harry - where is Harry?"

The whole scene was chaotic. The centaurs charged into battle and chased the Death Eaters into flight. Everyone was escaping from being trampled by the giants. Reinforcements coming from unknown sources came in force and got closer and closer. Harry saw the giant winged creature.

The Thestral and Hippogriff Buckbeak were hovering above Voldemort's giant heads, scratching their eyes, and Grawp was punching them. At this time, all the wizards and the defenders of Hogwarts were

, both Voldemort's Death Eaters were forced back to the castle. Harry fired jinxes and curses whenever he saw the Death Eaters, and they collapsed to the ground, not knowing who or what animal attacked him.

, and then their bodies were trampled under the feet of the retreating crowd.

Harry was still hidden under the invisibility cloak and was pushed into the hall by the crowd. He was looking for Voldemort, and then saw Voldemort at the other end of the room, still shouting orders to his subordinates, retreating into the Great Hall, waving his wand to cast spells

In all directions, Harry cast a few more iron spells. Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Abbott, who were almost hit by Voldemort, hurried past him into the Great Hall and joined the battle that was already in full swing there.

At this moment, more and more people were pouring up the front steps, and Harry saw Charlie Weasley catching up with Horace Thlughorn, who was still wearing his bright green pajamas. Behind them, it seemed that everyone was following him.

The heavy relatives and friends of Hogwarts who stayed to fight, as well as the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade Village. With a fierce sound of horse hooves, the centaurs Bane, Ronan and Margery rushed into the auditorium.

At the same time, the door to the kitchen behind Harry was blown off its hinges.

The house elves of Hogwarts poured into the entrance hall, screaming and brandishing table knives and meat cleavers. At the front was Klee, who had Regulus Black's locket on his chest.

Che, even in the din, his bullfrog-like voice was still clearly audible: "Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, the defender of the house elves! In the name of brave Regulus, resist

Dark Lord! Fight!"

They slashed and stabbed at the Death Eaters' ankles and calves, with hatred burning on their little faces. No matter where Harry looked, all he saw were Death Eaters being crushed by a large number of elves.

Their waists were made docile by spells, those who had been stabbed in the legs were pulling arrows out of the wounds, and others were trying to escape, but were drowned by the swarming elves.

But the battle was not over yet. Harry ran through the combatants, through those who were struggling under the spell, and rushed into the Great Hall.

Voldemort was at the center of the battle. He shot left and right at the people around him. Harry couldn't aim, so he could only move forward little by little under the cover of the invisibility cloak. There were more and more people in the auditorium. As long as he could walk,

They all squeezed in with all their strength.

Harry saw Yaxley knocked to the ground by the combined efforts of George and Lee Jordan, saw Dolohov scream and collapse in Flitwick's hands, and saw Walton McNeil being thrown by Hagrid.

At the other end of the hall, he slammed into the stone wall and slid to the ground unconscious. He also saw Ron and Neville defeating Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth knocking out Rookwood, and Aberforth knocking out Rookwood.

Arthur and Percy knocked Thickness down, while Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy ran around in the crowd, not participating in the battle at all, but calling loudly for their son.

Voldemort was fighting McGonagall, Slughorn and Kingsley at the same time. His face was filled with cruel hatred. The three of them were shuttling around him and avoiding him, but they could not kill him——

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 Bella

Trix was evenly matched with them. Suddenly, a killing curse almost hit Ginny. It was really dangerous. If she missed it even an inch, Ginny would have died. Harry's attention was drawn to it——

He changed direction, temporarily let go of Voldemort, and rushed straight towards Bellatrix, but was knocked aside after only a few steps.

"Don't touch my daughter, you bitch!"

Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms. Bellatrix turned around, saw the new challenger, and laughed loudly.

"Get out of the way!" Mrs. Weasley shouted to the three girls, then waved her wand and the battle began. Harry watched with horror and joy as Molly Weasley's wand whirled and struck Bellatrix.

The smile on S. Lestrange's face began to tremble and turned into a roar. The two wands shot out bright light, and the floor at the witch's feet became hot and cracked. The two women were fighting to the death.

"No!" Mrs. Weasley shouted when she saw several students rushing forward to help, "Go back! Go back! She is mine!"

At this time, hundreds of people stood by the wall, watching the two duels: Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly. Harry stood there in a dilemma, wanting to attack, and again

If you want to protect yourself, you are not sure whether you will harm innocent people.

"If I kill you, what will happen to your children?" Bellatrix sneered. She was as crazy as her master, jumping to avoid the curse that Molly sent, "Mummy

What if you end up like Fred?"

"Never again - you - touch - my - child!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.

Bellatrix laughed heartily, and it was exactly the same as when her cousin Sirius fell backward through the curtain. Harry suddenly knew what would happen next.

Molly's spell flew under Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her chest, exactly where her heart was.

Bellatrix's proud smile froze, and her eyes seemed to bulge out. At that moment, she knew what had happened, and then she fell to the ground. The surrounding crowd made a noise, and Voldemort screamed.

Harry felt like his turn was in slow motion. He saw McGonagall, Kingsley and Slughorn being blown away, flapping and tumbling in the air, and Voldemort saw his last and most loyal assistant being blown away.

Knocked down, his anger exploded like a bomb. Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Molly Weasley.

"Armor for protection!" Harry shouted, and the Iron Armor Curse immediately spread across the center of the auditorium. Voldemort looked around to find who had cast the curse. Harry finally took off the invisibility cloak.

Shouts of surprise, cheers, "Harry!" "He's alive!" shouted from all sides, followed by silence again. Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and at the same time began to circle face to face, people

My heart twitched, and the auditorium suddenly became deathly silent.

"I don't want anyone to come to my aid," Harry said loudly, his voice carried like a trumpet in the absolute silence. "It has to be this. It has to be me."

Voldemort hissed.

"Potter is not telling the truth," he said, his red eyes widening. "That's not his style, is it? Who are you trying to use as a shield today, Potter?"

"No one," Harry said crisply, "the Horcrux is gone. It's just you and me. Both of us can't live, only one survives, and one of us will leave forever..."

"One of us?" Voldemort sneered. His whole body tensed up and his red eyes stared like a snake ready to attack. "You think it's you, don't you? The one who happened by chance with Dumbledore pulling the strings?"

The surviving boy?”

"Is it an accident that my mother died to save me?" Harry asked. The two people were still moving sideways and in circles, always keeping the same distance. To Harry, there was no other face except Voldemort.

Existed. "Is it a coincidence that I decided to resist in that cemetery? Is it also a coincidence that I survived tonight without resisting and came back to fight?"

"Accidental!" Voldemort shouted, but still did not attack. The crowd around him froze, as if they were petrified. There were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and they seemed to be the only two breathing. "Accidental, luck, and your ability to hide.

Cry behind the adults and let me kill them for you!"

"Don't you ever try to kill anyone else tonight," Harry said, and they walked around in a circle, staring into each other's eyes, green eyes against red ones, "and never ever try to kill any of them again, never again.

Do you understand? In order to prevent you from hurting these people, I am prepared to die——?"

"you have not!"

"-I made up my mind, that's 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 were no longer binding? You couldn't torture them,

You can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"

"How dare you-"

"Yes, I dare you," said Harry, "I know things you don't know, Tom Riddle. I know a lot of important things you don't know. Do you want to hear it so you don't make another big mistake?"

Voldemort didn't speak and turned around silently. Harry knew that he was temporarily confused and did not dare to take action easily, fearing that Harry would really know a fatal secret...

"Love again?" Voldemort said, the snake's face full of mockery, "Dumbledore's magic weapon, love, he claimed to be able to conquer death, but it failed to stop him from falling from the tower and shattering like an old wax statue.

!Love didn't stop me from crushing your mudblood mother to death like a cockroach, Potter - it seems that no one came forward to block my spell because of their love for you this time. Then, once I take action, how can you possibly

What if I don’t die?”

"Only one thing." Harry said. The two of them were still circling and facing each other, and the only thing separating them was the last secret.

"If it is not love that saves you this time," Voldemort said, "then you must believe that you have magic that I don't have, or a weapon that is more powerful than mine?"

"Both." Harry said. He saw a flash of panic on Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting. Voldemort laughed, and this laughter was more terrifying than his shouts: cold and crazy, in

echoed in the silent auditorium.

"Do you think you know more magic than me?" he said, "More than me, Lord Voldemort? I have performed magic that Dumbledore never even dreamed of!"

"Well, he thought about it," said Harry, "but he was wiser and didn't do what you did."

"You mean he is weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He is weak and has no guts. He is too weak to take what is rightfully his - and now it will be mine!"

"No, he's smarter than you," said Harry, "a better wizard and a better man."

"I killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"You think so," said Harry, "but you're wrong."

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

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort hurled the words at Harry as if it would cause him unbearable pain. "His body is rotting in a marble tomb on the castle grounds.

,I saw it, Potter, he will never come back!"

"Yes, Dumbledore is dead," Harry said calmly, "but it was not arranged by you. He chose the way of death himself, and he chose it a few months before he died. He and the man you thought were you

The servants arranged everything together.”

"What a childish and ridiculous sleep talk!" Voldemort said, but he still did not attack, his red eyes staring intently at Harry's.

"Severus Snape is not yours," Harry said. "Snape is Dumbledore's, and he has been Dumbledore's from the time you started hunting my mother.

You never found out because you don't understand things like that. You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"

Voldemort didn't answer. They continued to circle around each other, like two wolves ready to tear each other into pieces at any time.

"Snape's patronus is a doe," Harry said, "the same as my mother's, because he has loved her almost all his life, since they were children. In fact, you should find out," he looked

Voldemort's nostrils suddenly opened and he said again, "He asked you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He wanted her, that's all," Voldemort sneered, "but after her death, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world with purer blood and more worthy of him -"

"Of course he will tell you that," Harry said, "but from the time you threatened my mother, he has been Dumbledore's spy, and has been against you ever since! When Dumbledore was dying, Snake

Pucai ended his life."

"That's not important!" Voldemort screamed. He was listening to every word Harry said with rapt attention, and suddenly burst out into a burst of crazy laughter. "Is Snape mine or Dumbledore's?

It doesn't matter what little stumbling blocks they want to put in my way! I destroyed them, just like I destroyed the so-called great love of your mother, Snape! Oh, but this explains the problem,

Potter, but you wouldn't understand!"

"Dumbledore stopped me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the real owner of the Elder Wand! But I beat you to it, little kid - I got the wand before you could.

When I woke up, I understood the truth. Three hours ago, I killed Severus Snape. Now, the Elder Wand, Death Rod, and Destiny Wand truly belong to me! Dumbledore's last plan was ruined

Now, Harry Potter!"

"Yes, that's right," Harry said, "You are right, but before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you have done... think about it carefully and try to make some repentance.

Del..."

"What do you mean?"

All the words Harry said to Voldemort, including the revealing words and the sarcastic words, none of them shocked Voldemort so much. Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits and saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

Already.

"This is your last chance," Harry said, "your only chance... I've seen what happens if you don't repent... Be brave... give it a try... try to make some repentance..."

"How dare you——?" Voldemort said again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's final plan had no unintended consequences for me, but it did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand holding the Elder Wand was trembling, and Harry clutched Draco's wand tightly. He knew that moment was coming.

"That wand still won't completely obey your command, because you killed the wrong person. Severus Snape is not the real master of the Elder Wand at all, and he did not defeat Dumbledore at all."

"He killed—"

"Didn't you listen to me? Snape didn't defeat Dumbledore at all! Dumbledore's death was planned by them together! Dumbledore planned to die undefeated and become the last true master of the wand! If everything goes

As planned, the wand's power should die with him, because no one has ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice trembled with malicious pleasure, "I stole the wand from the tomb of its last owner! I disobeyed its last owner.

The master's will brought it out! Its power belongs to me!"

"Don't you still understand, Riddle? It's not enough to have a wand! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it truly yours. Didn't you hear Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard...Dumble

Before Dumbledore's death, the Elder Wand had a new owner, and that person never even touched it. The new owner removed the wand from Dumbledore's hand against his will. He had no idea what he had done. No.

Knowing that the most powerful wand in the world is at his service..."

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing over him, feeling the spell gathering power in the wand pointed at his face.

"The true owner of the Elder Wand is Draco Malfoy."

Voldemort's face showed blank shock, but it passed quickly.

"But what does that matter?" he said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, what does it matter to you and me? You no longer hold the phoenix feather wand: we duel solely on skill...

…Wait until I kill you, then I’ll deal with Draco Malfoy…”

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

Harry shook his hawthorn wand and felt all the eyes in the Great Hall were on it.

"So, the end result is this, right?" Harry whispered: "Does the wand in your hand know that its last owner was disarmed? If it knows... now I am the real owner of the Elder Wand.

.”

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the magic sky above their heads, and a small half-wheel of the dazzling sun appeared on the window sill closest to them. The sunlight hit their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks turned red. Harry heard Voldemort shouting loudly.

The voice was screaming, and he also raised Draco's wand and shouted his most fervent hope to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

There was a bang, like the explosion of a cannonball, and golden flames shot out in the center of the circle they stepped on repeatedly, which was where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green light touching his own spell, and saw the old

The curse flew into the air, appearing black in the rising sun, spinning like Nagini's head under the magic ceiling, spinning towards the master it did not want to kill - this master finally wanted to

Completely possessing it. Harry used the superb skills of a seeker to grab the flying wand with his free hand. He saw Voldemort staggering back, arms spread wide, and the slender pupils in his red eyes looking upward.

Turn the page. Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead like a mortal. His body was limp and twitching, his pale hands were empty, and his snake face was empty and blank. Voldemort was dead, under his own spell.

It bounced back and killed him. Harry stood there, holding two wands in his hands, looking down at his opponent's body.