The Trinity of Harry Potter

"One, Druid." A woman's voice sounded.

The first figure solidified, it was a figure wearing a hood to cover his face, holding a rough wooden staff, and wearing a thin striped cloth.

Of course, there is also a gold sun disk-shaped jewelry hanging on the neck, which represents the sun.

Countless phantoms appeared behind him, most of them dressed as Egyptians. The leader was none other than Nitocris, the Egyptian priestess from a thousand years ago.

With a gentle smile, she recited Kano's achievements.

"Fight the basilisk and eliminate the dark wizard."

"Be a hero and protect the people."

The druid turned his head and smiled helplessly.

"This is not what I expected."

"It's okay, Mr. Canopus." Nitocris smiled broadly, "We have always regarded you as a guide and fellow traveler, and our feelings towards you are respect and gratitude, not blind worship."

"Even if you hold the throne high today, it is just the seeds sown yesterday that have bloomed. It will not hinder the teachings you gave us back then."

"God and man are divided into two parts, independence and self-reliance."

The druid nodded silently.

Their descendants did indeed do it.

All the phantoms quietly walked into the druid's image, making him radiant.

Flowers bloomed in one corner of the three-whirlpool circle, and the branches and leaves were tangled, weaving into a green seat. The Druid sat on it, and the sun shone on his shoulders.

"Second, Knight." A male voice sounded.

A second figure was also revealed. It was a tall knight in full armor and armor. His scorching eyes came out of the peephole on his faceplate.

The phantom that appeared this time was not honest. All the soldiers who had helped Kano just now came. They tapped their shields rhythmically, or simply roared at the top of their lungs.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Standing at the front was none other than Frey, dressed in military uniform and holding a sword of victory.

"On the verge of life and death, one's ambition will not change."

"Across the battlefield, invincible."

Frey patted his shoulder: "You don't have anything to say when you see me?"

"I'm really surprised to see you." The knight smiled, "Why didn't you show up when I was fighting Mordred just now?"

Frey pointed at the excited Fleur standing outside the magic circle: "I have completely fallen. Without the divine blood in her body, I would not be able to show up at all."

"I don't have much time, let's continue the ceremony." Frey said to the knight.

The knight nodded, and Frey raised the sword of victory in his hand.

"His body was riddled with wounds and he was floating in the Hwagmir spring."

"Wandering for nine days and nine nights, traveling through the nine realms from bottom to top."

"In this way, you are qualified to become a god."

Frey held the hilt of the Victory Sword and tapped the knight's shoulders with the sword blade.

"In the name of Frey, the god of battle and fertility, I allow Canopus Black to share my glory."

"From now on, the point of your sword will be invincible, and victory will always be by your side."

"All the haze will be cleared away with your wave of hands. Peace and happiness are the pursuit and direction of your battle."

The sword of victory turned into golden threads and wrapped around the knight's silver armor and weapons, outlining gorgeous patterns.

The phantom of the warrior screamed and rushed into the knight's body. Countless broken blood-stained weapons were inserted into the ground with the knight as the center of the circle. The knight turned over and mounted the little unicorn, and his figure froze.

Of the three vortexes, the second has returned to its original position.

The last figure was revealed. He was a wet young man, wearing summer casual clothes, white T-shirt and black pants. He had an ordinary appearance and a very gentle temperament.

This is an ordinary person who drowned while rescuing a child who fell into the water, and is also the past life of Canopus Black.

He winked at Furong, who couldn't help but smile.

She told Kano a long time ago that she wanted to see what he looked like in his previous life, and today she got her wish.

"Thank you, big brother."

The apparition of a little girl appeared in front of him, holding a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in her hands.

"Have you eaten well? Have you listened to your parents?" The young man touched the little girl's head, "Have you become an upright and kind person?"

"I will work hard." The little girl replied crisply.

A young couple appeared behind the little girl and bowed to him with tears in their eyes.

Subsequently, more and more phantoms dressed in different shapes appeared around the young man.

There are children wearing red scarves, middle-aged people wearing work clothes, and old people on crutches.

"Third, hero." The little girl's voice was crisp.

"Although the body dies, the will is immortal."

"The ordinary shines, the fire passes."

Numerous phantoms exuded a scorching aura, gathered into a golden-red fluid, floated in mid-air, and condensed into two elegant Chinese characters.

"Edict"

As they merged into the young man's body, the three vortex formations shone brightly, and the three figures turned from real to virtual, gathering in the center of the formation.

Green, gold, and red colored light pillars soared into the sky, casting dots of light.

Those who fell to the ground on the Hogwarts side regained their breath, sat up in a daze, and were held in the arms of ecstatic relatives and friends.

The injured people were completely healed, and those who lost their limbs were reborn with flesh and blood.

Dumbledore's rapidly declining breath calmed down and he began to recover slowly.

As for Mad-Eye Moody, who had somehow grown back his legs and eyeballs and was feeling uncomfortable all over, no one cared about him.

All the centaurs, together with Hagrid and Grawp, appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Like everyone, they were obsessed with admiring the bright light that brought miracles.

The wall-riding Death Eaters who secretly let the students go were also pulled back to the battlefield by an inexplicable force. Along with a burst of burning pain, the Dark Mark on their arms disappeared without a trace.

In an unnoticed corner, the human flower pot Bellatrix was also moved over, facing Voldemort who was suppressed by Kano's aura and could not move.

The beam of light dispersed like a dream, leaving only Canopus Black wearing a Hogwarts school robe, an oak sword hanging on his waist, and a wooden sign hanging on his chest.

"Any last words, Tom?"

Voldemort laughed nervously, and the black power as thick as petroleum spurted out recklessly.

But Kano just waved his hand gently, and the turquoise divine power evaporated it all, leaving nothing behind.

It was not until the power of fear was exhausted that Voldemort calmed down.

"I'm not as skilled as anyone... Blake."

"Let's do it. If I die in your hands, it won't be considered as a disgrace to my reputation."

"But one day, I will come back." Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "By then, no one can stop me."

Kano shook his head: "You really don't know anything about Horcruxes. Those things can't resist divine power."

"As long as your main soul is destroyed by divine power, they are truly useless."

The skin around Voldemort's nostrils turned white, and he was finally afraid.

Fox, the phoenix that had just achieved nirvana in the battle, was still a naked bird. It tried its best to fly out of the window of the principal's office, dragging the sorting hat.

The dusty, patched pointed hat fell into the hands of Snape who said nothing.

Voldemort seemed to understand something, but Snape had already put his hand into the Sorting Hat.

A sword hilt inlaid with rubies appeared in Snape's hand. Kano snapped his fingers, and the sword glowed with a holy silver light.

There was a flash of light, and the head of Nagini beside Snape fell to the ground.

"You filthy, filthy traitor!" Voldemort was furious. He could not accept the fact that Snape had deceived him.

"Even if it's my bad taste, all your Horcruxes have been destroyed."

Kano raised his hand with a smile, and the violent power of the sun shone on Voldemort, instantly breaking the connection between him and the priesthood.

Now Voldemort has become a mortal again.

"Harry, I leave it to you."

Kano took a step back, walked towards Fleur, and put his arms around her waist.

Harry was a little confused, but Kano gave him a confirming look.

"You are pitying me. You are here to let this kid die, right?" Voldemort laughed hysterically, "Come on, let me show you my strength."

"I'm not some dark lord in disguise!"

"You still don't understand, Tom."

Harry strode forward and was quickly cornered by the cunning Voldemort, but he showed no fear.

"My journey to becoming a god has always been surrounded by love."

Fleur, Morgan, Merlin...many people unanimously cast their gratified eyes on Kano.

Voldemort seemed out of breath, and a series of battles had almost exhausted his magic power.

"You don't understand love and deny love." A smile appeared on Kano's lips, "So you can't understand many things and you can't see many people clearly."

"You will lose, but not to me."

Harry was hit by the Killing Curse, and Voldemort grinned. Before he could laugh, he saw Harry open his eyes and stand firm.

He continued to cast the Death Curse without believing in evil, which collided with Harry's Disarming Curse.

The characteristics of the twin wand cores appeared again. This time, thousands of ghost ghosts killed by Voldemort with the wand appeared one after another, flying densely in the air.

"It's about time, son." James said in Harry's ear.

"You must live happily." Lily stroked her son's cheek.

The two phantoms rushed towards Voldemort, and the phantoms in the air also swarmed up as if they had received instructions.

The magic power in Voldemort's body was inexplicably disordered. It felt like he had returned to the time of the first magic riot, and his memories could not help but drift away.

That gloomy orphanage, the low and simple rooms, the vicious nuns, always only half of the hard bread and soup for washing hands...

Everything was so depressing, but after he awakened his magic power, a touch of brightness was added to his life.

From then on, he firmly believed that he was special and was born to rule all people and things. Only when he used magic to bring fear and destruction to others could he truly feel the value of his existence.

Why do I... think of these long-lasting memories?

"I am willing to risk my life for you. When I meet my opponent, I am just a mortal of flesh and blood."

Kano chanted in a low voice.

The place where the spells collide exploded again. In the loud bang, the death curse fired by Voldemort was bounced back to his own body.

The arrogant Dark Lord fell to his knees and stared at the sunset sky with empty eyes.

"Canopus Black, on behalf of my father, Regulus Black, greets you."