Witcher at Hogwarts

Voldemort laughed wildly, and he was so arrogant that he didn't even dodge the attacks of several people at first.

No matter how serious the injury was to Voldemort, it would eventually heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the time they got to the back, Voldemort had even begun to show no defense. He just laughed and kept attacking Dumbledore and Ethan.

Voldemort was struck by the Death Curse many times, and even half of his body was scorched by Ethan using the Igni Sign, but he still recovered quickly.

At this time, Voldemort finally relaxed some of his vigilance because he could not be hurt.

Ethan seized this precious opportunity, and the sharp Sword of the Lake Lady quickly pierced Voldemort's body.

Voldemort turned his head and stared at Ethan with a sinister expression.

"You know, this is of no use to me, you can't hurt me, I'm immortal!" Voldemort said viciously.

After saying that, a life-killing curse hit Ethan fiercely, but it was easily blocked by Ethan's Quen shield.

"I know, but you will be injured." Ethan said and turned the blade hard, and the sharp blade directly cut Voldemort's spine.

Voldemort lost control of his body and collapsed to the ground.

"You know it's useless. I'll recover in less than a minute!" Voldemort said.

"I know - I know -" Ethan said and turned the blade around Voldemort's body again, causing her spine, which had just recovered a little, to become even more broken.

Ethan dragged Voldemort by the collar and dragged him to the threshold of Hogwarts Castle.

"What's the use of this? You're just wasting your efforts!" Voldemort continued to say arrogantly.

"There's no way I'm going to die! I'm blessed by God! I won't die day or night!"

"It is neither day nor night, it is dusk!" Ethan said ruthlessly, and Voldemort looked up at the sky.

The dim afterglow of the sun shone on his face, and Voldemort suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, and his pupils shrank sharply.

"I will not die indoors or outdoors!" Voldemort said loudly and unwillingly.

"This is neither indoors nor outdoors, we are on the threshold of Hogwarts Castle." Ethan continued.

"I can neither die on the ground nor in the sky." Voldemort's voice finally contained an imperceptible tremor.

Ethan took Voldemort by the collar, lifted him up, and placed him on his knees.

"You are neither on the ground nor in the sky. You are hanging above my knees."

"It's useless! You can't kill me!" Voldemort's voice became shrill and harsh.

"I will not die at the hands of wizards and Muggles! Weapons cannot kill me! Spells cannot kill me! Neither humans nor beasts can kill me!"

"Yes, it is." Ethan replied with a smile.

"I am a witcher, neither a Muggle nor a wizard. I will scratch your throat with the claws of an Animagus animal. This is neither human nor beast. I will make you choke on your own blood. Death, this is neither a weapon nor a curse." Ethan said calmly.

"No! You can't do this!" Voldemort said sharply, "We can talk! That guy Dumbledore is going to die! Join us, and I will make you the Minister of Magic! Is that what you have always wanted to be?" Voldemort said hurriedly .

"You made him the Minister of Magic?" Ethan laughed dumbly. He turned his hands into the claws of a gryphon and easily scratched Voldemort's throat.

In Voldemort's fearful eyes, blood kept spurting out from his mouth. Voldemort choked and coughed violently. Ethan watched all this quietly until Voldemort's body trembled violently.

Finally, Voldemort stopped shaking on Ethan's knees and became motionless.

Ethan saw with his own eyes that Voldemort's broken and twisted soul, covered in gray floc, slowly came out of his body. It howled sharply and floated upward into the sky.

Then a black hole appeared in front of Voldemort's broken soul. A pair of skeletal hands violently grabbed Voldemort's soul and dragged it into the black hole.

Ethan heard the piercing scream left by Voldemort.

"No!" Bella's heartbreaking scream came from the battlefield outside.

Bella stared blankly at Voldemort lying motionless on the ground, and for a moment she forgot that she was still fighting.

Then several binding spells, petrification spells, and stun spells were bombarded on Bella's body. Bella was immediately knocked away several meters, lying in the ruins with her life and death unknown.

The Death Eaters stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence. Their master died in front of them. He failed. Voldemort failed again, this time a complete failure.

Finally some of the Death Eaters began to escape by apparating.

The explosion of apparation seemed to alert the other Death Eaters, who either apparated away or began escaping on foot.

In short, they have completely lost the belief in fighting. Now they only have one thought, which is to escape and hide.

Of course, the Aurors would not give up this opportunity. They automatically formed a siege and fired at the Death Eaters with restraining spells.

The Aurors' actions were very methodical, and it was only a matter of time before the remnants of the Death Eaters were defeated.

"Is this over now?" Dumbledore stepped forward and looked at Voldemort's body in disbelief.

Dumbledore carefully observed Voldemort's body for a while, testing his breathing and feeling his heartbeat.

He even used a lot of detection magic, and finally Dumbledore slowly lowered his wand.

"Ethan, I think this is really over. Voldemort is dead - it's really over." Dumbledore smiled at Ethan.

This seemed to be the first time Ethan saw Dumbledore's heartfelt smile. The smile burst out of Dumbledore's heart and mobilized the muscles on Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore finally laughed easily.

The people in the open space made an overwhelming noise, with shouts, cheers, and roars that shook the earth.

They hugged and jumped with excited breathing, expressing their emotions of mourning and celebration, sadness and joy.

"Yes, Dumbledore, your war is over," Ethan said with a smile.

"Ours?" Dumbledore looked a little confused, but soon, Dumbledore understood what Ethan was talking about.

"It's ours," Dumbledore corrected seriously, "I'm here to help you. He's just a guy with better magic. Let's do it together."

"No, Dumbledore." Ethan said, "You'd better take good care of your hands. The better days have come. Take good care of your injuries and you can enjoy yourself more. This is my battle alone."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Ethan, "Okay, Ethan," Dumbledore replied, "Go and fight, your last battle."

"Take this" Ethan threw the Resurrection Stone to Dumbledore.

"This thing is useless to me -" Ethan said.