After the Elder Wand touched Dumbledore's slender and powerful palm, the mutation happened.
Dumbledore's arm became scorched black in an instant, and strange black smoke came out. The cuffs of his robe were burned in circles, and the black air surrounded his arm and spread towards his heart.
Dumbledore frowned, and had to let go of his hand because of the pain. He tossed his wand high, then fell to the somewhat yellowed and zoomed grass, and rolled a few times.
The golden-red flaming lion instantly melted into strands of flakes of fire, which drifted away with the wind.
Grindelwald suddenly clutched his chest and lay down on the ground. Dumbledore fell on the grass, coughed a few times, and tilted his head to one side.
The wand flew swiftly to Voldemort's side, and seemed to start jumping for joy.
Everyone felt that the wand was full, and it was hard for them to imagine why a wand would have such a humane emotion. Then they realized that the battle had turned around again, and Dumbledore was seriously injured. And Grindelwald also seems to be implicated.
The situation is back to the beginning.
Even slightly worse, because of morale.
In the past, they faced this battle with the mentality of breaking the boat and fighting to the death, but the appearance of Dumbledore gave them hope again, but now they are facing the status quo of shattered hope.
The big ups and downs made their minds shake.
"Look, in order to deal with me, did you use any life-sharing magic?"
"Dumbledore, who has always claimed to be decent, would actually use this kind of magic?" Voldemort stood up from the grass in a blink of an eye, shook his wrist, and the caster collapsed, no matter how difficult it is to maintain the magic restrictions.
He showed a smug smile, "Luck is still on my side."
"Dumbledore, you can die." Voldemort said proudly
His wand has been aimed at the dying Mr. Principal lying on the grass
The power of life and death has changed.
While chanting the spell, a figure suddenly emerged from Voldemort's scarlet pupils, standing in front of Dumbledore who was already weakened to the extreme.
An irrepressible sense of astonishment rose up.
If I'm not mistaken, this figure should have been hung on that wooden "cross" not long ago. Could it be that he was rescued
But for a while, he didn't have the heart to explore what had changed, he just wanted to kill her again.
The figure was Hermione who had rushed over.
"Hermione!"
"Hermione!"
"Are you alright?"
Hermione naturally didn't have any idea about her "stand-in".
The Vanishing Cabinet is placed on the other extreme side of the Forbidden Forest.
She had to run over, and when she came over, she saw the current scene.
Did Dumbledore come back from the dead and then be struck down by Voldemort
The information contained in it was a bit huge, but he still made a decision without hesitation, and immediately stood in front of Dumbledore.
This stubborn little witch wants to protect her principal.
Even if she doesn't know why the headmaster came back from the dead, nor what happened before her arrival, the camps are well differentiated.
Voldemort cast the spell at will.
The witch aroused his anger and made him feel like he was being mocked.
All kinds of evil spells came oncoming, the girl struggled to support herself, and soon a dazzling light hit her, fortunately, it was not green.
But it is also one of the Unforgivable Curses.
Hermione bowed and bent over in pain.
Then stood up firmly.
"Game over." Voldemort bared his white teeth, coldly pronouncing death.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Harry and Ron wanted to run over, but were held back by the students present. They only saw the green glow flying over in a strange arc.
Desperately watching his friend go to death.
What was the scene in Hermione's eyes at this moment
That extremely swift, terrifying spell wrapped in death flew straight towards her.
The green light was long, and the green spot the size of a mosquito in the distance gradually became larger in Hermione's sight.
For a moment, the passage of time seemed to be slowed down.
When a person is about to die, many things come to mind.
"Maybe my Defense Against the Dark Arts class wasn't even good enough?"
"It's not right, I have persisted for so long"
She thought of her perfect owls results by accident. Indeed, facing this light, Hermione had almost no way to deal with it.
She raised her head stubbornly, her amber eyes staring forward.
This is your choice.
Suddenly she closed her eyes.
The shouts around him seemed to have stagnated, and everything was completely silent.
Is this what death feels like? she asked herself.
However, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and she didn't feel the slightest hit.
I am not dead
She slowly opened her eyes, and the light shone into her eyes.
First a touch of gold came into view, followed by a complete figure.
Hermione was stunned, her feet slipped slightly, and she took a step back in panic.
She thought she was hallucinating.
She was very familiar with this back view, and the short platinum-blond hair made her fall into consternation in an instant.
"Why is he here?"
Hermione's feet suddenly sank,
Dobby's hands and feet clutched at her legs twitching, his eyes white. What is still muttering in his mouth.
The owner of the back in front of him is naturally not someone else.
It's just that Hermione thinks Malfoy should be unconscious in that dark cellar right now.
Also, how did he get here
She obviously destroyed the disappearing cabinet at Hogwarts, just to prevent him from following.
One question after another was placed before her eyes.
But these are not the most important.
Because an absurd reality is in front of her eyes, what is the situation now? Did Malfoy stop Avada Kedavra for himself
This symbolizes the curse of mortal death
Why.
A trembling feeling like an electric shock suddenly spread from head to toe to the whole body. The shackles of memory seemed to be cut by some sharp blade, and every inch was cracked.
In turn, there was a turbulent wave in my mind, and the sleeping memory was awakened in an instant.
This scene, at this moment, is so familiar.
Still hanging by a thread.
The casket door of memory was broken by the raging flood.
In the dark, deep and airtight chamber, a thick and swift basilisk slithered rapidly on the dark floor and wandered over. A man with a ferocious expression commanded the basilisk in a vengeful manner.
Then the soul fades away.
A boy stopped when the basilisk was about to bite her, and decisively opened the ferocious fangs with his wand.
Everything is so familiar.
She remembered it all.
besides…
She woke up in a white sickbed.
"Forget it all!" The boy's voice sounded, and even Dumbledore couldn't stop the boy's amnesia spell.
In the following period of time, repeated expectations and doubts, distress and numbness, kept arguing in her heart.
She wanted to convince herself, but in the end shamefully chose to escape, pretending to be indifferent.
A sense of horrified trembling and deep despair emerged from the bottom of my heart.
And that hazy, suppressed emotion.
The emotion that had been desperately suppressed because of the position was revived, and it was intertwined with the emotion that became agitated because of the restoration of memory, surging like a wave.
Oh? He said cooperation, is that what he meant? Hermione thought of everything that happened not long ago, only to remember the boy's helpless and lustless eyes.
Then the cruelty of reality quickly pulled Hermione out of the fantasy.
Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's worried cries.
The boy stood in his way.
She subconsciously yelled, "Draco! Don't!"
A mournful voice spread throughout the Quidditch pitch.
The green light was blocked, but at the cost of someone's life.
At this moment, she wished it was a nightmare, and she also hoped that she would never recall the blocked memory before, that way, maybe, he wouldn't have to...
"don't want?"
"No what?"
Malfoy waved his wand, moved his wrist, turned his head, and smiled at Hermione.
"By the way, remember to be gentle next time when you use the Sleeping Curse, I'm still a little sleepy now."
"If the disappearing cabinet breaks, you will lose money."
Malfoy yawned in a timely manner, narrowed his eyes, and then fixed his eyes on the powerful enemy in front of him.
"So I didn't have a choice. I want to be a good person now." He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.
"It doesn't seem right to use it here, but it's enough to express your feelings."
Malfoy now turned his back again, facing the most powerful dark wizard in the field today, and stretched out his wand.
Hermione looked at the scene in front of her with some dementia.
Her brown eyes were now covered with a thin layer of water mist, and crystal tears were constantly sliding down from their sockets.
But at the same time, there was a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, she smiled faintly, and then the curve of her mouth gradually widened, and she covered her lips with her hand, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.
Malfoy had lost sight of all this, and he was now staring intently at Voldemort.
At this time, the Dark Lord was still in extreme shock.
What happened in that instant
The invincible Avada Kedavra was bounced away lightly
Everyone present was in total shock.
Even the most powerful wizards need extremely high skills to break this spell.
Then I don't know how long it took before Voldemort seemed to react.
He asked in an extremely resentful and unbelievable tone: "You betrayed me too? Draco?"
"No." He rebuffed flatly.
Everyone around took another breath.
"Because I have never been loyal to you, why would I betray you?"
As soon as the words fell, another fatal spell came head-on.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort swung his wand furiously. His pale and slender wrist was so powerful that the wand in his hand burst out with extremely majestic magic power.
Malfoy didn't even recite the spell, turned slightly, and lightly blocked it with his wand, a white light flashed, collided with that strange green light, wiped out a strange arc, flew straight into the mid-air, and then gradually faded and disappeared into the sky invisible.
The air fell into a deathly silence.
Only the howling wind remained.
The first time, maybe it was the Dark Lord's mistake, maybe they heard it wrong - the Dark Lord didn't use the Death Curse.
But the second time around, it wasn't a coincidence.
"The wand is flying!" Voldemort's spine started to feel cold.
There must be something wrong with the Elder Wand, maybe there are some problems in the transformation, so that his magic power cannot be fully exerted.
Only then can it be explained.
He was nothing but a contemptible traitor, a ridiculous reptile.
How could it be so easy to block his near-killing spell
Is there something wrong with the Elder Wand again? He couldn't help but wonder.
Yes, Potter is not his opponent now, there is no restraint, and it is no problem to use his original yew wood wand.
The majestic magic power vibrated around him, and there were slight ripples in the surrounding area. The yew wood wand appeared from the void filled with green mist. Voldemort stretched out his pale right hand and held his first wand.
"The mighty Dark Lord is completely obsessed with the power of external objects, isn't it ridiculous?" The boy raised his eyelids, then narrowed them again, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:
"The one with the problem is yourself." Malfoy directly pointed out Voldemort's current flaws.
"I, what problem can I have?" The Dark Lord sneered and said disdainfully.
"Because the Horcrux in your hand is actually fine." Malfoy pointed to the Elder Wand in Voldemort's left hand
"Horcruxes?" Voldemort's pupils shrank in shock, staring at Malfoy.
"What do you know?"
When hearing this evil term, most students are in a daze.
Only Slughorn's face suddenly turned a little frightened and remorseful.
He was being supported by the students at this moment, and the blast that erupted just now lifted him very high, and then he fell down heavily. Fortunately, he cast a floating spell on himself at the end, so that no worse tragedy occurred.
"What could be wrong with me, what could be wrong with me, the great, omnipotent, conquered the Dark Lord of Death?"
He seemed to be questioning Malfoy, but also seemed to be asking himself.
"Look at your solid guardian with high hopes, the sanctimonious one who sings love, lying on the grass at this time, dying humblely."
"When the evil dragon that lives by doing evil loses its evil intentions, even for a moment, its power will collapse." Malfoy said calmly.
Voldemort didn't understand Malfoy's words.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The hearts of the people around were lifted in an instant.
Bounced off again.
If they didn't know that the person in front of them was the famous and vicious Voldemort, they even thought that the green light was not the so-called Unforgivable Curse - Avada Kedavra, but just an ordinary spell with colors.
"Why." Voldemort's expression fell into indescribable madness.
"Of course it's because you gave up your last capital that you can be proud of." Malfoy said calmly, as if explaining a fact.
Malfoy was silent afterwards, without appealing to the public.
That capital is the ultimate evil.
That's a price, a high price.
"Let me think about it." Malfoy tapped his forehead deliberately with his index finger, pretending to be thinking.
"Hufflepuff's Gold Cup." Malfoy held out a finger.
"Slytherin's locket," he went on.
"Another family heirloom of the Gaunt family - Marvolo's ring." Two fingers stood up again.
"The Diadem of Ravenclaw."
"And the diary you gave to my father, I destroyed them all."
Every time a noun was uttered, Voldemort's expression darkened.
"So, you killed Nagini too? Did you? Just now." Voldemort asked in a serious tone.
"That's just a container for your Horcrux, it's not anymore." Malfoy said his inference.
"The last fragment of your soul should be held in your hand. This is why Dumbledore was seriously injured."
"Nagini, did you kill it? Was it you?"
"It's me, after the mental shock you left behind rushed into my mind, let me share part of the memory with him," Malfoy nodded.
"I saw... the most brutal Dark Lord in the world, actually did such a thing." Malfoy said mockingly.
"I want you to die in the most painful way." Voldemort was completely in a rage, and the veins on his white face were bulging, and he growled.
Just now, Snape's betrayal did not seriously hit his confidence.
Even Dumbledore's "back from the dead". Gellert Grindelwald's assistance also failed to dampen his raging fighting spirit.
Those two old men were solved by him.
However, an inexplicable sense of panic is surging now.
"Voldemort has escaped!" Suddenly a student shouted loudly.
He didn't rush at Malfoy, didn't even use the extra spell.
He will make a comeback in the future.
Apparation still doesn't work.
But he can still fly.
The large black robe was washed by the convective air, rattling, like a huge black bat, gliding with its wings open.
The Dark Lord under the night sky is so swift.
Then Voldemort felt a palpitating nausea.
Negative emotions such as despair, greed, anger, jealousy, and fear are magnified endlessly in an instant.
He raised his stick and looked around.
He quickly stopped his figure, let out a roar, slashed his wand fiercely, and sharp wind blades slammed across.
Shiny pieces of silver cloth scattered from midair, like a broken galaxy under the dim sky.
"That's the invisibility cloak we made." Fred and George tried desperately to get up straight from the stretcher to see clearly, and then said in unison.
The two of them had just been injured by the explosion they had caused, which, of course, had taken more Death Eaters with them.
A frightening and shocking scene appeared.
beyond their comprehension.
There are at least a thousand dementors floating in the sky, and they wear cloaks and hoods under the cloak of invisibility.
And the dementors have actually disappeared for more than a year, and no one has ever seen them before, and they unexpectedly appeared in front of them today.
In particular, it seems to be on a united front with Hogwarts.
Subconsciously, they felt that this group of monsters would be more compatible with Voldemort.
Of course, that's what I thought.
In any case, it is better to have more friends than enemies.
"No matter how good the glue is, it can't resist the shadowless." Malfoy shook his head. For a long time in the past, he had put on the invisibility cloak for the dementors, but now it seems that Voldemort's spell is still very strong. Powerful and quickly destroys everything.
And now Voldemort has no time to think about why there are so many dementors here, he has to leave here quickly. But another situation was in front of him.
He doesn't know the Patronus Charm.
"Go away!" The man in mid-air lingered, roaring frantically at the group of evil creatures.
But the Dementors are indifferent, because they don't seem to be afraid, because the only thing they fear is the Patronus Charm.
These dementors appear to be unconscious.
To be precise, they have almost no physical body, most of them are bodies, all of which are illusions caused by wearing black cloaks. The strong wind blowing up their bodies bulges up high, as if they have swelled many times.
In fact, he is strong on the outside and dry on the inside, except for the shriveled palm, there is a body, and the whole body is almost empty.
The shriveled palm stretched forward.
"Avada Kedavra!" growled the man, waving his wand.
A series of green lights burst out uncontrollably.
It seems to have hit and passed through the body, but the dementors floating in the sky still did not fall, the strange green light pierced through their bodies, flew to the sky, and finally dissipated, like a meteor burning out own strength.
These were not pure creatures, Avada Kedavra couldn't kill them.
And now the power of his spell has dropped significantly.
Voldemort came to this conclusion.
Then his mid-air body leaned slightly to the right, dodging the spell fired from the ground.
Under him, the tabby cat with a frame-like lace around its eye was still dragging its nimble body in hot pursuit.
The old lady's Animagus exploded with unimaginable agility.
Flitwick and Slughorn kept running on the grass, firing spells into the sky in an attempt to stop him from moving.
Furong's treatment allowed them to restore their combat effectiveness to a certain extent.
Voldemort was still flying in the sky, suddenly seized an opening, and rushed over, the only opening in the entire circle of dementors, a gap was exposed in the neat row.
"Felius!" Professor McGonagall yelled, "Stop him!
If Voldemort escapes today, he doesn't know when he will make a comeback.
This was a golden opportunity, Voldemort had no ability to kill them.
Flitwick kept shooting spells into the sky, and Voldemort waved his "wings" to dodge those dazzling spells.
The group of dementors didn't have any desire to eat, maybe they sensed that he didn't have any happy emotions worth absorbing, so they didn't do anything.
Thankless.
Malfoy just watched silently, watched Voldemort flee, and even closed his eyelids.
Standing behind him, Hermione noticed some tremors in his wrists, and his calves.
At this time, she remembered that he seemed to have been seriously injured before.
My heart hung up again.
"Help me." Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Hermione.
Hermione froze for a moment before realizing that Malfoy's body seemed to be weak to the limit.
"Is this okay?" Hermione quickly walked behind Malfoy and gently supported the teetering boy.
"It's okay." Malfoy smiled, and then continued to stare at the dim sky.
Voldemort himself could sense that the power at Hogwarts to limit Apparition was getting weaker and weaker.
He began to laugh triumphantly, and then returned to his arrogant and insolent appearance before, his pale face was twisted sharply, and the two slit-like noses were rarely enlarged temporarily.
Unspeakably weird and cruel.
He was about to break through, out of the anti-apparition zone, out of Hogwarts.
Without the Horcrux, as long as he is still there, that is everything, and he still has endless opportunities. .
Horcruxes are certainly not the only way immortality can be achieved.
He is the greatest wizard and nothing can stop him.
In the end, he won this battle.
Maybe
His laughter echoed wildly throughout the Quidditch pitch, making people shudder.
But the turning point is so abrupt.
The hoarse and wild waves, the self-satisfied laughter stopped abruptly, and the echo gradually disappeared in their ears, gradually drifting away, and returned to silence.
Then everyone standing underground saw a horrifying scene: Voldemort's figure flying at high speed in mid-air suddenly stopped and half disappeared.
It just disappeared out of thin air, as if swallowed by something.
He seized the opening and left.
"Apparition!" The students exclaimed inexplicably relieved, anyway, the enemy is gone, although it may reappear at some point. However, today they survived after all.
"Hogwarts can't apparate! That place is still within the scope of the school!" Professor McGonagall continued to wave her wand. She just alternated back and forth between the Animagus form and the human form, just to get on the ground. Trying to catch up with Voldemort's speed, because the cat is much more sensitive. At this time, it has reached the highest point of the stands on the Quidditch stadium.
A group of students on the ground pointed at Voldemort's finger that was standing still in mid-air.
Voldemort's whole body froze, as if he had actually bumped into something.
It was like being cut off by a sharp blade, and the other half was drawn into a different dimension.
Many people quickly realized that it wasn't apparition, and the disappearance of apparition was gradual. The caster's entire body gradually became transparent, as clear as a pure ice cube, and then disappeared.
Afterwards, a piece of shiny silver fabric slowly fell from the sky, and the silver brilliance appeared and disappeared in the dim sky.
Obviously different from the mass-produced clothes just now, the silver light of this dress is even more dazzling.
Harry stared stupidly at the scene in front of him.
He couldn't be more familiar with it, it was his invisibility cloak.
The most powerful and practical of the Deathly Hallows.
The half of Voldemort's body that had disappeared instantly appeared again.
Also, in mid-air, they saw a Dementor, unlike the rest.
He took off his hood, revealing his ugly "mouth", which is not too appropriate. is an ugly sucker.
The Supreme Invisibility Cloak escaped Voldemort's prying eyes.
In mid-air, Voldemort's upper body slammed straight into the "mouth" of the dementor, and the dementor's shriveled, acne-filled, rotten-smelling arm held tightly.
Voldemort didn't even have the slightest room to struggle, and seemed to be dead.
Absorbing souls is only an instant thing for dementors.
Then it spread its hands and released Voldemort's body.
He shook his head quite humanely.
It seemed to have devoured his soul completely, and it wasn't very tasty, and it wasn't much fun.
The invincible Voldemort defeated Dumbledore and Grindelwald, escaped the death curse he rebounded, and rose again in the dark, but in the end, he died on an inferior evil creature.
Die from your own carelessness, or from someone's elaborate scheme.
I have to say it is a kind of irony.
Countless dementors wearing inferior invisibility cloaks, just to create the most effective trap
The Dark Lord's body fell from the sky, the impact was not strong, and the soft lawn absorbed a lot of force, preventing him from falling to pieces.
The crowd at Hogwarts began to cheer.
Also guessed a bit. Of course, the truth of the facts is mostly still unknown.
Malfoy smiled, although there were some deviations from the plan, it was still a success.
"Remember to be gentle next time you use the Stunning Charm on me..." He turned his head back again, and said with the last of his strength to the girl.
Then, under Hermione's horrified and worried eyes, he wobbled his body a few times, and then fell down on the soft grass.
"Draco!"
His last consciousness was Hermione screaming his name in panic.
"Okay." After tidying up the battlefield, Dumbledore, who was lying on the grass, suddenly stood up and raised his hands.
A dry but sincere smile appeared on that tired face.