HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 907: The Dust Settles

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

Why isn't what happens in the mind real?

It's really strange that these words came out of his mouth, but it's normal when you think about it. If it wasn't like this, how could the whole thing make sense?

Only through his personal experience can he subtly integrate this part of the story, otherwise, where did Joanne get such material to write the book?

What a wonderful cycle.

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

Jon is behind.

follow from afar.

He is counting down.

Voldemort was talking, but he didn't know that Britain was not the only place in this world, and that enormous changes were taking place outside the barrier of the Sleeping Dragon.

Kind of, poor.

Shouts ripped through the dawn sky, and Neville was on fire, but was pinned in place, unable to move. Harry couldn't take it anymore, he had to act—

Then, many things happened at the same time.

They heard commotion coming from the school boundary wall in the distance. It seemed that thousands of people jumped over the wall out of sight and rushed towards the castle with loud shouts. At the same moment, Gropp wobbled around the side of the castle, shouting, "Hagrid!" and Voldemort's giants roared back. They charged at Glop like bull elephants, making the earth tremble. Then there was the sound of horseshoes and the sound of drawing a bow. In the blink of an eye, sharp arrows shot among the Death Eaters one after another. They cried out in surprise and lost their feet. Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak from his robes and draped it over his body, jumping up from the ground, Neville was also able to move.

Neville straightened up, freed himself from the full-body restraint spell, and his flaming hat slipped off. From it he drew something silver, with a gleaming handle set with rubies—

In the roar of the swarming crowd, in the slaughter of the giants, in the hooves of the swarming centaurs, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword cutting, but it seemed to attract every pair of eyes. With one blow of the sword, Neville chopped off the serpent's head, which spun high into the sky, shining brightly in the light spilling from the hall. Voldemort opened his mouth to let out an angry cry, but no one heard it, and then, with a boom, the snake fell heavily at his feet—

Harry, hiding under the cloak, cast the Iron Armor Charm between him and Neville before Voldemort could raise his wand. Then, over the whoops, howls, and heavy feet of fighting giants, Hagrid's yell rose above everything else.

"Harry!" yelled Hagrid, "Harry - where's Harry?"

The whole scene was chaotic. The centaurs charged into battle, chasing the Death Eaters into flight, each fleeing from the giant's trample, and reinforcements came from nowhere, coming closer and closer. Harry saw the huge winged Thestrals and the hippogriff Buckbeak hovering above Voldemort's giant, grabbing their eyes, and Gropp punching them hard. At this time all the wizards, whether it was the defenders of Hogwarts or Voldemort's Death Eaters, were forced to retreat to the castle. Harry hurled jinxes and spells at every Death Eater he saw, and they collapsed without knowing who or what animal had attacked him, before their bodies were trampled underfoot by the retreating crowd.

Still under the Invisibility Cloak, Harry was pushed into the hall by the crowd. He was looking for Voldemort, and then saw Voldemort across the room, still shouting orders, waving his wand and firing spells in all directions as he retreated into the Great Hall. Harry cast a few more Iron Armor Charms, and Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Abbott, who were nearly shot by Voldemort, hurried past him into the Great Hall to join the battle already raging there.

By this time, more and more people were swarming the front steps, and Harry saw Charlie Weasley overtake Horace Thraghorn, still in his emerald green pajamas.

Behind them, there seemed to be all the heavy Hogwarts friends and relatives who stayed behind to fight, and the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade village. With a loud clap of hooves, the centaurs Bane, Ronan, and Margaret rushed into the Great Hall, and at the same time the door leading to the kitchen behind Harry was blown off its hinges.

Hogwarts house-elves poured into the hall, screaming and brandishing knives and cleavers, led by Klee with Regulus Black's locket on his chest Che, his bullfrog voice was still audible even amidst the din: "Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of the house-elves! In the name of brave Regulus, resist Dark Lord! Fight!"

They slashed and stabbed at the ankles and calves of the Death Eaters, their little faces burning with hatred. Wherever Harry looked, all he could see were Death Eaters crushed by a crowd of elves, subdued by spells, stabbed in the leg pulling arrows from their wounds, and The others were running away desperately, but were overwhelmed by the swarming elves.

But the battle is not over. Harry ran among the combatants, among the enchanted and struggling, and rushed into the Great Hall.

Voldemort was at the center of the battle, striking right and left at those around him. Harry couldn't aim, so he could only move forward little by little under the cover of the invisibility cloak. There are more and more people in the auditorium, as long as they can walk, they are trying to squeeze in.

Harry saw Yaxley knocked to the ground by George and Lee Jordan, Dolohov collapsed with a scream in Flitwick's hands, Walton McNeil was thrown by Hagrid. Got across the auditorium, slammed into the stone wall and slid unconscious to the floor. He had also seen Ron and Neville beat Fenrir Greyback, Aberforth stun Rookwood, Arthur and Percy knock Thickness down, and Lucius and Narcissa? Malfoy was running around through the crowd, not taking part in the fight at all, just calling out for their son.

Voldemort was fighting McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley at the same time, his face was filled with cruel hatred, and the three of them shuttled around him, dodged, but could not kill him—

Fifty meters away from Voldemort, Bellatrix was also in full swing, dealing with three people at once like her master: Hermione, Ginny and Luna. They all tried their best, but Bellatrix was evenly matched. Suddenly, a Killing Curse almost hit Ginny, Zhen Xuan, and Ginny died an inch away. Harry's attention was drawn to—

He changed direction, let go of Voldemort momentarily, and charged straight at Bellatrix, but was knocked aside before he could run a few steps.

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

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

"Get out of the way!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at the three girls, and with a wave of her wand, the fight began. Harry watched with horror and delight as Molly Weasley's wand whirled and slashed. The smile on Bellatrix Lestrange's face trembled and turned into a growl. Two wands whizzed light, and the floor became hot and cracked at the Witch's feet. Two women are fighting to the death.

"No!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, seeing several students rushing forward to help, "Go back! Go back! She's mine!"

Meanwhile, hundreds of people stood around the walls watching the two duels: Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly. Harry stood there torn between wanting to attack and protecting his own people, not sure if he would hurt innocent people.

"I'll kill you, what will your children do?" taunted Bellatrix, who was as mad as her master, hopping around to avoid Molly's swishing spells, "Mummy What if you end up in the same situation as Fred?"

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

Bellatrix laughed, heartily, exactly as she had laughed when her cousin Sirius fell backwards through the curtain. Harry suddenly knew what was coming next.

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

Bellatrix's smug smile froze, and the eyeballs seemed to protrude. At that moment, she knew what happened, and she fell to the ground. The crowd around him was uproarious, and Voldemort screamed.

Harry thought his turn seemed to be in slow motion, as he saw McGonagall, Kingsley, and Slughorn blown up, flapping and writhing in the air, and Voldemort saw his last and most loyal acolyte killed. Down, the rage exploded like a bomb. Voldemort pointed his wand at Molly Weasley.

"Armor protection!" Harry roared, and the Iron Armor Curse immediately ran across the center of the hall, and Voldemort looked around to see who had cast it. Harry finally took off the invisibility cloak.

Shouts of astonishment, cheers, shouts of "Harry!" Voldemort and Harry looked at each other, and at the same time began to face each other in circles, and people were gripped, and there was a sudden deathly silence in the Great Hall.

"I don't want anyone to help," Harry said aloud, his voice carried as far as a trumpet in the utter silence, "it has to be this, it has to be me."

A hissing sound came from Voldemort's mouth.

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

"Nobody," said Harry crisply, "the Horcruxes are gone. It's just you and me. We can't both live, only one survives, and one of us is going to leave forever..."

"One of us?" sneered Voldemort, his whole body tense and red eyes glaring like a snake ready to attack, "you think it's you, don't you, the one who accidentally The boy who survived?"

"Is it an accident that my mother died trying to save me?" Harry asked. The two were still moving sideways, in circles, always keeping the same distance. For Harry, there were no faces other than Voldemort. "Is it a coincidence that I decided to resist in that cemetery? Tonight I survived without resistance and came back to fight again, is it also a coincidence?"

"By chance!" cried Voldemort, but still did not strike. The surrounding crowd froze, 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. "Accident, luck, and you always hide behind the adults and cry, and let me kill them for you!"

"You're not going to kill anyone tonight," said Harry, and they went around in circles, looking into each other's eyes, green to red. "You're not going to kill any of them, ever." Think. Understand? To stop you from hurting these people, I'm ready to die—?"

"you have not!"

"—I made up my mind, that's the point. I did what my mother did. You can't hurt them anymore. Don't you see that the spells you shoot at them are no longer binding? You can't torture them, You can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"

"How dare you—"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "I know things you don't, Tom Riddle. I know many important things you don't. Would you like to hear it before you make another big mistake?"

Voldemort didn't speak, just walked around in circles silently. Harry knew that he was temporarily bewitched, so he didn't dare to do it easily, worried that if Harry really knew a certain deadly secret...

"Love again?" said Voldemort, his serpentine face full of sarcasm. "Dumbledore's talisman, Love, which he claimed could conquer death, failed to keep him from falling from his tower and fell to pieces like an old wax figure." !Love, that didn't stop me from crushing your mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - no one seemed to stand up for my spell this time out of love. So how could you when I did not die?"

"Only a little," said Harry, still facing each other in circles and holding each other, separated only by the last secret.

"If it wasn't love that saved you this time," said Voldemort, "do you believe you have magic that I don't have, or a weapon that's more powerful than mine?"

"It's a bit of both," said Harry. He saw a trace of panic flash across Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting. Voldemort laughed, a laugh more terrifying than his cry: cold and mad, echoing through the silent Great Hall.

"You think you know more magic than I do?" he said. "More magic than I—Lord Voldemort? I've done more magic than Dumbledore could have dreamed of!"

"Oh, he thought about it," said Harry, "but he was wiser than doing what you did."

"You mean he's weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He's weak, he has no guts, he's too weak to take what's his - now it's mine!"

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

"I killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"You thought so," said Harry, "but you were wrong."

For the first time, there was commotion in the crowd of onlookers, and hundreds of people by the wall took a breath at the same time.

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort hurled the words at Harry, as if it could cause Harry unbearable pain, "his body is rotting in a marble tomb on the castle wasteland. , I see, Potter, he's never coming back!"

"Yes, Dumbledore died," said Harry quietly, "but you didn't arrange it. He chose his own way of death, he chose it months before he died, and he and the man you thought was you The servants arranged everything together."

"What childish nonsense!" said Voldemort, but he still didn't strike, his red eyes fixed on Harry's.

"Severus Snape isn't your man," said Harry, "Snape is Dumbledore's man, he's been Dumbledore's man since long before you started hunting my mother. You never found out, because you don't understand that sort of thing. You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"

Voldemort didn't answer. They continued to confront each other in circles, like two wolves ready to tear each other to pieces.

"Snape's Patronus is a doe," said Harry, "same as my mother's, because he loved her almost all his life, since they were children. Actually, you should have found out," he said Suddenly Voldemort's nostrils flared, and he added, "He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He longed for her, that's all," said Voldemort with a sneer, "but after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world, purer, more worthy of him—"

"Of course he'd tell you that," said Harry, "but he's been Dumbledore's agent since you threatened my mother, and has been against you ever since! When Dumbledore was dying, Sney Pucai ended his life."

"That doesn't matter!" shrieked Voldemort, who had been listening to Harry's every word with rapt attention, and burst into a burst of manic laughter, "Whether Snape is mine or Dumbledore's, It doesn't matter what little stumbling block they try to put in my way! I destroyed them, just like I destroyed your mother, Snape's so-called great love! Oh, but it shows the point, Potter, but you won't understand!"

"Dumbledore prevented me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the true owner of the Elder Wand! But I beat you, little boy - I got the wand before you did it, and I got the wand before you When I wake up, I know the truth. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and now, the Elder Wand, the Death Cudgel, and the Fate Wand truly belong to me! Dumbledore's last plan is in vain Yes, Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, that's right," said Harry, "you're right, but before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you've done... think about it, try to do some confession, Li Del..."

"What do you mean by that?"

Of all the things Harry had said to Voldemort, revealing and cynical, nothing had shocked Voldemort so much. Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits, saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

"This is your last chance," said Harry, "your one and only chance... I've seen what happens when you don't repent... be brave... try it... try to do some repentance..."

"How dare you—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's last plan had no unexpected consequences for me at all, as it did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand that held the Elder Wand was shaking, and Harry gripped Draco's wand tightly. He knew that moment was coming.

"That wand still won't do exactly what you want it to do, because you killed the wrong man. Severus Snape wasn't the true owner of the Elder Wand at all, and he didn't beat Dumbledore at all."

"He killed—"

"Didn't you hear me? Snape didn't defeat Dumbledore at all! They planned Dumbledore's death together! Dumbledore planned to die undefeated and become the last true owner of the wand! If everything goes As planned, the power of the wand should die with him, for no one has ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice trembled with malice. "I stole the wand from the grave of its last owner! I disobeyed its last owner." The will of the master took it out! Its power belongs to me!"

"Don't you get it, 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... Dumbledore Before Lido died, the Elder Wand found a new owner who hadn't even touched it. The new owner removed the wand from Dumbledore's hand against Dumbledore's wishes. He had no idea what he had done, no Knowing that the mightiest wand in the world has sworn to him..."

Voldemort's chest heaved violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing up, feeling the spell gathering strength in the wand pointed at his face.

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

The blank astonishment on Voldemort's face was fleeting.

"But what does that matter?" he whispered. "What does it matter to you and me, even if you are right, Potter? You no longer hold that phoenix-feather wand: we duel only by skill... ...I'll deal with Draco Malfoy after I kill you..."

"But you were too late," said Harry. "You missed your chance. I beat Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago, and I took this wand from him."

Harry shook his hawthorn wand, feeling all eyes in the Great Hall on it.

"So, that's how it ends up, isn't it?" whispered Harry. "Does the wand in your hand know that its last master was disarmed? If it knew... now I'm the true master of the Elder Wand." .”

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the magical sky above their heads, and a small half of the dazzling sun appeared on the windowsill closest to them. The sun shone on both of their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks were fiery red. Harry heard Voldemort's high-pitched voice screaming, and at the same time he raised Draco's wand, shouting his most fervent wish to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Disarm you!"

With a bang, like a cannonball exploding, golden flames shot out in the very center of the circle they stepped on repeatedly, and that was where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green light meet his own spell, saw the old spell fly into the air, black in the rising sun, whirling and circling like Nagini's head under the enchanted ceiling. The child flew to the master it did not want to kill - the master who was finally going to have it all. With Seeker dexterity, Harry caught the flying wand with his free hand, and Voldemort staggered back, arms outstretched, the slender pupils of his red eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead as a mortal, his body limp and convulsing, his pale hands empty, his serpentine face empty and blank. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own spell bouncing back. Harry stood there, two wands clutched in his hands, looking down at his opponent's shell.

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