The Trinity of Harry Potter

After Voldemort died, everyone cheered, and the loud noises came one after another.

The centaurs whistled, turned and left with smiles on their faces.

Kano and Harry were thrown into the air by enthusiastic people, and some even ran to Snape and wanted to take him on the trapeze.

Of course, in the end they retreated under Snape's cold gaze.

Dumbledore has old arms and legs, and no one dares to make trouble with him.

Finally, people got tired of shouting, and the students who had just retreated came back one after another.

Dumbledore announced that a dinner will be held at Hogwarts tonight to celebrate the victory of the war.

People then let Kano and Harry go and returned to the castle one after another.

"It's...like a dream." Scrimgeour came to Kano with a confused expression, "The mysterious man's body must be found somewhere to be preserved."

"I still have to lead the Aurors to take away these Death Eaters, and the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's also need to clean up. God, there are so many things to wrap up."

Kano hugged Fleur and laughed: "At least you are still alive."

Scrimgeour scratched his head: "That's right. Although I was knocked to the ground just now, at least I didn't die."

Kano frowned. Scrimgeour was completely dead just now. His soul was about to leave his body when he was lying on the ground.

Scrimgeour left in a hurry, and Sirius came over, supporting Moody, who was getting used to his new legs and eyes and was cursing.

"How do you feel?" Kano asked quickly.

"Your healing magic is really good." Moody grinned and showed his thumbs up, "I never thought I would have a chance to get my old friends back."

"I won't be able to use this magic eye anymore, but it's actually quite convenient."

It seems that he has no impression of the death just now.

"When you appeared on the scene just now, you first treated and then defeated Voldemort. It was so relieved." Sirius's face was also flushed. "You acted so fast that it was dizzying."

They seem to be unable to remember even the process of the ceremony to become a god. No wonder the scene of becoming a god is so grand, but the records of it in various countries are only spread in a small area.

Kano and Furong looked at each other, chatted with everyone, and then walked to a deserted corner.

"It's strange, why do I still remember it?" Fleur felt a little uneasy, "Should I forget it? Is this forbidden knowledge?"

"Maybe it's because you've been holding that three-whirlpool wooden sign, or maybe... it's because you are stained with my aura."

Kano hugged Fleur and patted her head: "That's good. At least no one will bother me about resurrecting the dead in the future. After all, only I who have just died can save her."

"Besides, I also want to live a stable life for several decades, so even if I have to be raised, it's too early."

Furong laughed twice at first, and then burst into tears. Kano held her quietly, letting her vent her uneasiness.

"I'm really... scared that you're dead."

"I'm really sorry for making you worry." Kano gently stroked Fleur's long hair, "I won't do it again."

After a long time, Furong finally calmed down, but she would occasionally sob.

"Ah, my parents don't know the result yet, I have to go back quickly to tell the good news!" Furong suddenly remembered something important, wiped the tears on her face twice, and was about to apparate.

"Wait a minute, dear." Kano quickly grabbed her, "Bring your parents here, everyone will be welcome at Hogwarts today."

At night, Hogwarts is brightly lit.

After finally sending the defeated Death Eaters to prison, Scrimgeour finally decided to put his work aside and rushed back with the employees of the Ministry of Magic to attend the banquet.

Hundreds of people came from all over to see the dead Voldemort with their own eyes, as well as family members like Fleur's parents who had witnessed it, and so on. Hundreds of people poured into Hogwarts.

The house elves had to arrange the table from the Great Hall to the front lawn, and thousands of enchanted candlesticks floated in the air, lighting up the night.

"Classmates and friends, please raise your wine glasses."

Dumbledore stood on the podium, and magic carried his voice far away.

"More than ten years ago, Voldemort's shadow hung over everyone."

"He brought war and death, and led his men to spread fear and create chaos."

"Many people died resisting his reign of terror, bringing us a glimmer of light in a dark age."

"The first cup is a tribute to the martyrs."

"A minute of silence."

Everyone drank their drinks and waited quietly for the next step.

"Voldemort failed. The defeat was sudden and inevitable. But he did not die completely, but lurked patiently, waiting for the day when he would come back."

"Needless to say, I am very worried about whether we can deal with the more cunning and cruel Voldemort."

"Fortunately, Canopus is here. He is well aware of Voldemort's terror, and is constantly making plans in secret to delay his recovery, prune his followers, and divide his men."

"Even recently, he has faced off against Voldemort many times, effectively curbing his rise."

"To this day, he has turned the tide and completely eliminated the Dark Lord, eliminating this serious problem for the British wizarding world."

"Second glass of wine, to Canopus Black, our hero!"

Everyone cheered and drank the second cup. Kano stood up and greeted the people in the auditorium who stood up and applauded.

"Can I say a few words?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and Cano also picked up the wine glass.

"Voldemort is indeed very scary. I noticed that even now that he is dead, many people still tremble when they hear the name."

"But even though everyone was so afraid, they did not succumb to Voldemort's power."

"Some people bravely stood up and resisted him." Kano's eyes swept across the field, and many people proudly puffed up their chests, "I am proud of you."

"Some people were worried about their families and did not come forward. But they did not choose to join Voldemort, which is also a contribution."

More people lowered their heads in shame and did not dare to look at Kano, but Kano still encouraged them with his gentle eyes.

"With Voldemort's brutal methods, even his own dozens of Death Eaters could not unite, let alone rule the entire British wizarding world."

"So, I knew from the beginning. As long as Voldemort still exists, the flame of resistance will not stop burning."

"This flame may come from me, or it may come from you. It comes from the heart of everyone who does not surrender."

Looking at the people with candlelight reflected in their eyes, Kano smiled and raised his glass.

"Today is the victory of justice."

"This victory belongs to me, to you, to each of us!"

"Cheers! To our victory!"

There was a roaring response from inside and outside the castle.

"For victory, for us."

"For our victory!"

The carnival night banquet kicked off, and the historical moment was frozen.

It will become the most dazzling page in everyone's memory.