After the Elder Wand came into contact with Dumbledore's slender and powerful palm, the mutation occurred.

Dumbledore's arm instantly turned black, emitting strange black smoke, and the cuffs of his robe were burned out in circles, and the black gas surrounded his arm and spread to his heart.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, and he had to let go of his hand in pain, and his wand was thrown high, then fell to the yellow, charred grass, and rolled in a few circles.

The golden-red flame lion dissolved into a thread of fire in an instant, drifting away with the wind.

Grindelwald suddenly clutched his chest and lay to the ground, and Dumbledore fell to the grass, coughing dryly and tilting his head to the side.

The wand flew swiftly to Voldemort's side and seemed to begin to cheer.

It was hard for them to imagine why a wand would have such a human emotion, and then they realized that the tide of battle had turned again, Dumbledore was seriously injured, and Grindelwald seemed to be implicated.

The situation is back to the beginning.

It's even slightly inferior because of morale.

Before, they faced this battle with the mentality of breaking the boat and fighting to the death, but the appearance of Dumbledore gave them hope, and now, they are facing the status quo of broken hope.

The ups and downs made their hearts flutter.

"Look, did you use any life-sharing magic to deal with me?"

"Dumbledore, who has always prided himself on his decency, would use such a sorcery?" Voldemort stood up from the grass in a blink of an eye, shaking his wrist, and the caster collapsed, and the magic limit could no longer be maintained.

He smiled smugly, "Luck is still on my side." ”

"Dumbledore, you can take it to death. Voldemort said triumphantly

His wand was aimed at Mr. Headmaster, who was lying on the grass, dying

The power of life and death has changed.

As he was chanting the incantation, a figure suddenly appeared between Voldemort's scarlet pupils, blocking Dumbledore, who was already extremely weak.

An irrepressible sense of astonishment rose.

If I am not mistaken, this figure should have been hung on that wooden "cross" not long ago, could it have been saved?

But for a moment, he had no intention of exploring what had changed, nothing more than to kill her again.

The figure was Hermione.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

"Are you alright?"

Hermione naturally had no idea about her "stand-in".

The Vanishing Cabinet was placed on the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

She had to run over, and when she came, she saw the scene now.

Dumbledore came back from the dead and was then knocked down by Voldemort?

The information contained in it was a bit huge, but without hesitation, a decision was made, and Dumbledore was in front of him at once.

This stubborn little witch wants to protect her principal.

Even if she didn't know why the Headmaster had come back from the dead, or what had happened before her arrival, the factions were well distinguished.

Voldemort cast his spell at will.

The witch aroused his anger and gave him a sense of being mocked.

All kinds of evil curses came to her face, and the girl struggled to support herself, and soon a blinding light hit her, fortunately, not green.

But it is also one of the unforgivable curses.

Hermione bowed in pain and bent down.

Then he stood up with his might.

"Game over. Voldemort bared his white teeth and coldly announced the call for death.

"Avada suo!"

Harry and Ron tried to rush over, but were stopped by the students present, and they only saw the green light dragging a strange arc and flying past.

Desperate to watch his friend die.

What was the scene in Hermione's eyes?

The terrifying spell of extreme agility, carrying death, flew straight at her.

The green light was long, and the green dot the size of a mosquito and fly in the distance grew larger and larger in Hermione's sight.

For a moment, the passage of time seemed to be slowed down.

When people are about to die, they think of many things.

"Maybe my Defence Against the Dark Arts class isn't actually good?"

"It's not right, I've lasted so long"

She was so surprised by her all-in-one Ols results that Hermione could barely do to deal with the light now.

She stubbornly raised her head, her amber eyes staring ahead.

It's your choice.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes.

The shouts around seemed to freeze, and there was silence.

Is this what death feels like? she asked herself.

However, it seemed as if a long time had passed, and she did not feel a trace of being hit.

I'm not dead?

She slowly opened her eyes, and a bright light shone into her eyes.

First a faint touch of gold came into view, followed by a complete figure.

Hermione froze, sliding slightly on her feet, and took a step back in panic.

She thought she was hallucinating.

This back was very familiar to her, and the short platinum blonde hair instantly made her fall into consternation.

"Why is he here?"

Hermione's feet sank,

Dobby's hands and feet twitched and grabbed her legs, his eyes white. Something is still muttering in his mouth.

The owner of the back in front of him will naturally not be someone else.

It's just that Hermione thinks Malfoy should be in a coma in the dark cellar right now.

Also, how did he get here?

She had destroyed the Vanishing Cabinet at Hogwarts to stop him from coming along.

One question after another was placed in front of her eyes.

But that's not the most important thing.

Because of a ridiculous reality in front of her eyes, what is the current situation? Malfoy helped himself stop Avada's life?

Is this a spell that symbolizes mortality?

Why.

The trembling sensation like an electric shock suddenly spread from head to toe to the whole body, and the shackles of memory seemed to have been cut by some sharp blade, cracking inch by inch

Then there was a turbulence 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 door of the memory box was breached by the raging flood.

In the dark, deep and closed chamber, the thick and swift basilisk slid rapidly on the dark floor, wandering over, and a man with a hideous face ordered the basilisk with a vengeance.

Then the soul gradually dissipated.

A boy blocked the basilisk just as it was about to bite her, and decisively used his wand to open the vicious fangs.

Everything is so familiar.

She remembered it all.

And also......

She woke up in a white sickbed.

"Forget it!" the boy's voice rang out, and even Dumbledore didn't stop the boy's amnesia charm.

In the period after that, there were expectations and doubts, distress and numbness, and constant arguments in her heart.

She wanted to convince herself, but in the end she shamefully chose to escape and pretend to be indifferent.

A trembling sense of horror and a deep sense of despair flowed from the bottom of my heart.

And that hazy and suppressed emotion.

The resurgence of emotions that had been desperately suppressed because of their stance was intertwined with the emotions that had become agitated because of the recovery of their memories, surging like a wave.

Oh, did he mean that? Hermione thought of what had happened not long ago, and only then did she remember that the boy had only a helpless and ruthless look.

Then the cruelty of reality quickly pulled Hermione out of her fantasy.

Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's cry of concern.

The boy stood in his way.

She subconsciously shouted bitterly, "Draco!

Mournful voices 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 wished that she would never remember the previously sealed memory, so that maybe, he wouldn't have to......

"Don't?"

"Don't want anything?"

Malfoy waved his wand, moved his wrist, turned his head, and smiled at Hermione.

"By the way, remember to tap the Sleepy Charm next time, I'm still a little sleepy. ”

"If the vanishing cabinet is broken, you will lose money. ”

Malfoy yawned at the right time, narrowed his eyes, and then fixed his gaze on the formidable enemy in front of him.

"I don't have a choice, I want to be a good person now. He raised his wand and aimed it at Voldemort.

"It doesn't seem right 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 mist, and tears were sliding down her sockets.

But at the same time, the corners of her mouth hung up a slight arc, and she smiled faintly, and then the curvature of the corners of her mouth gradually increased, and she covered her lips with her hand, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Malfoy couldn't see all of this, and he was now staring at Voldemort intently.

At this time, the Dark Lord was still in extreme shock.

What happened at that moment?

The invincible Avada asked for his life, and was bounced away lightly?

Everyone present was in a state of extreme shock.

Even the most powerful sorcerers need a great deal of skill to break this spell.

Then I don't know how long it took for Voldemort to seem to react.

In a tone of utter resentment and disbelief, he asked in a low voice, "You betrayed me too?" Draco?"

"Nope. He flatly refused.

Everyone around them took another breath.

"Because I have never been loyal to you, how can I betray you? ”

As soon as the words fell, another deadly spell was confronted.

"Arvada suo!" Voldemort waved his wand in a rage, his pale and slender wrist was so powerful, and the wand in his hand burst with extremely majestic magic.

Malfoy didn't even chant a spell, he turned slightly sideways, and with a slight block of his wand, a white light flashed, colliding with the strange green light, rubbing a strange arc, flying straight into the air, and then gradually fading into nothingness.

The air fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained was the whistling wind.

The first time, maybe it was the Dark Lord's mistake, maybe they misheard it - the Dark Lord didn't use the Death Curse.

But the second time, it's not a coincidence.

"The wand is flying!" Voldemort's back began to chill.

There must be something wrong with the Elder Wand, maybe there is something wrong with the transformation, so that his magic power cannot be used intact.

Only then can it be explained.

He's just a contemptible betrayer, a ridiculous reptile.

How could it be so easy to block your own near-nirvana spell?

Is there a problem with the Elder Wand again?

Yes, Potter is no match for himself now, there is no restraint, and it is no problem to use his original purple wand.

Majestic magic vibrated around him, and a trace of ripples trembled around him, and a purple wood wand appeared from the green mist-filled void, and Voldemort stretched out his pale right hand and grasped his first wand.

"Isn't it ridiculous that the dignified Dark Lord is completely obsessed with the power of foreign objects. The boy raised his eyelids, then narrowed them again, and said in as steady a tone as possible:

"It's you who has the problem. Malfoy pointed out Voldemort's flaws today.

"I, what could I have wrong?" the Dark Lord said with a sneer, disdainful.

"Because there's nothing wrong with that Horcrux in your hand. Malfoy gestured to Voldemort's Elder Wand

"Horcrux?" Voldemort's pupils constricted in shock, staring at Malfoy.

"You know something. ”

When they heard this evil term, most of the students were in a state of confusion.

Only Slughorn's face suddenly became a little frightened and remorseful.

At this time, he was supported by the students, and the qi wave that broke out just now lifted him very high, and then fell down heavily, but fortunately he finally put a levitation spell on himself, so as not to cause a heavier tragedy.

"What problem can I have, what problem can I, great, omnipotent, conquer the Dark Lord of Death?"

He seemed to question Malfoy, and he seemed to question himself.

"Behold your solid guardian of high hopes, the sanctimonious one who sings of love, who is lying on the grass at this time, dying humbly. ”

"When the evil dragon who lives by doing evil loses his evil thoughts, even for a moment, his power will collapse. Malfoy said calmly.

Voldemort didn't understand Malfoy's words.

"Avada suo!"

The hearts of the people around him instantly hung again.

It was bounced off again.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of them was the famous Voldemort, they would have even thought that the green light was not the so-called unforgivable curse - Avada Suo, but just an ordinary, colored spell.

"Why. Voldemort's expression sank into indescribable madness.

"That's because of course you've given up the last capital you can be proud of. Malfoy said calmly, as if he were stating a fact.

Malfoy then fell silent and did not appeal to the public.

That capital is the ultimate evil.

That's the price, the expensive price.

"Let me think about it. Malfoy deliberately tapped his forefinger on his forehead in thought.

"Hufflepuff's Gold Cup. Malfoy held out a finger.

"Slytherin's locket. He continued.

"Another heirloom of the Gaunt family, the ring of Marvolo. Two fingers stood up again.

"The crown of Ravenclaw. ”

"And the diary you gave to my father, I destroyed it. ”

With each noun he uttered, Voldemort's expression darkened.

"So, Nagini you killed too, didn't you? just now. Voldemort asked in a grim tone.

"It was just a container for your Horcrux, not anymore. Malfoy reasoned his way.

"The last piece of your soul now should be in your hand, which is why Dumbledore was so badly injured. ”

"Nagini, did you kill you?"

"It's me, the mental shock you've left behind has rushed into my mind, and I've shared a part of my memories with him," Malfoy nodded.

"I see it...... The most brutal Dark Lord in the world actually did such a thing. Malfoy said mockingly.

"I'm going to make you die in the most painful way possible. Voldemort was completely furious, and the bruises on his white face erupted, and he roared.

Just now, Snape's betrayal did not hit his confidence hard.

Even Dumbledore's "Coming Back from the Dead". Gellert Grindelwald's support did not dampen his surging fighting spirit.

The two old men were dealt with by him.

However, an inexplicable sense of panic is surging now.

"Voldemort has escaped!" suddenly a student shouted.

He didn't rush at Malfoy, not even using the extra spell.

He's going to make a comeback in the future.

Phantom Shifter is still unusable.

But he can still fly.

The wide black robe was washed by the convective air, and it rattled like a huge black bat, gliding with its wings outstretched.

The Dark Lord under the night sky is so swift.

Then Voldemort felt a palpitating feeling of nausea.

Despair, greed, anger, jealousy, and fear are all negative emotions that are endlessly amplified in an instant.

He looked around with his staff raised.

He quickly stopped his form, roared, and slashed his wand, and a series of sharp wind blades hung violently.

Pieces of shiny silver cloth scattered from mid-air, like a shattered galaxy under the dim canopy.

"That's the cloak we made. Fred and George were desperately trying to get up from the stretcher, see clearly, and then say in unison.

The two of them had just been injured by the explosion they had made, and of course, taken more Death Eaters with them.

A frightening and shocking scene ensued.

It's beyond their comprehension.

There are at least a thousand Dementors floating in the sky, and they are cloaked and hooded under the cloak of invisibility.

And the Dementors have actually disappeared for more than a year, and no one has ever seen them, and today they actually appeared in front of their eyes.

In particular, it seems that he is still on the same side as Hogwarts.

Subconsciously, they felt that this group of monsters and Voldemort were more compatible together.

Of course, that's what I think.

In any case, it's better to have more friends than more enemies.

"No matter how good the glue is, it can't resist the shadowlessness of the gods. Malfoy shook his head, he had been cloaking the Dementors in invisibility for a long time, but now it seemed that Voldemort's spell was still very strong, and it quickly broke everything.

And now Voldemort didn't have time to think about why there were so many Dementors here, and he had to get out of here quickly. But another status quo was in front of him.

He doesn't have a Patronus Charm.

"Get out of here!" the man in mid-air lingered, roaring wildly at the evil creatures.

But the Dementors were indifferent, as they didn't seem to be afraid, as the only thing they feared was the Patronus Charm.

These dementors are as if they are unconscious.

To be exact, they were almost disembodied, most of them were bodies, the illusion created by their black cloaks, and the wind that blew up lifted their bodies high and bulged as if they were inflated many times.

In fact, the outside is strong and the middle is dry, except for the shriveled palm, there is an entity, and the whole body is almost empty.

The shriveled palm stretched forward.

"Arvada suo!" the man roared, waving his wand.

A barrage of green light erupted unrepressedly.

It seemed to have hit, passing through their bodies, but the Dementors floating in the sky still did not fall, and the strange green light pierced through their bodies, flew into the sky, and finally gradually dissipated, like a meteor burning its own power.

These are not pure creatures, and Avadaso can't kill them.

And now the power of your spells has dropped dramatically.

Voldemort came to this conclusion.

Then his body in mid-air leaned slightly to the right, dodging the spell that was fired from the ground.

Underneath him, the flower cat with a frame-like lace on its eyes still dragged its agile body in hot pursuit.

The old lady's Animagus burst out with agility that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Flitwick and Slughorn also kept running on the grass, firing spells into the sky in an attempt to stop him.

Fleur's treatment allowed them to regain their combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

Voldemort was still flying in the sky, and suddenly grabbed a gap and rushed over, the only space in the entire Dementor encirclement, in the neat queue, revealing a gap.

"Philius!" cried Professor McGonagall, "stop him!

If Voldemort escapes today, there's no telling when he'll make a comeback.

This was a perfect opportunity, Voldemort didn't have what it took to kill them.

Flitwick continued to shoot spells into the sky, and Voldemort waved his "wings" to dodge the dazzling spells.

The group of Dementors had no desire to eat, perhaps sensing that he was not happy, that there were emotions worth absorbing, and that they did nothing.

Be a fool for one's pains.

Malfoy just watched silently, watching Voldemort flee and even close his eyelids.

Hermione stood behind him, noticing a slight tremor in his wrists and calves.

She remembered that he seemed to be badly injured before.

The heart hung in the air again.

"Give me a hand. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

Hermione was stunned before realizing that Malfoy's body seemed to be weakened to the limit.

"Is that okay?" Hermione walked quickly behind Malfoy, gently holding the crumbling boy.

"It's ok. Malfoy smiled, then continued to stare at the dim sky.

Voldemort himself could feel that the power from Hogwarts to restrain the apparitions was getting weaker and weaker.

He began to laugh smugly, and returned to his previous insolent appearance, his pale face twisted sharply, and the two slit noses rarely widened temporarily.

Unspeakably weird and cruel.

He was about to break out of the encirclement, out of the anti-apparition zone, and out of Hogwarts.

Without the Horcruxes, as long as he is still there, that's everything, and he still has endless opportunities.

Horcruxes must not be the only way to achieve immortality.

He is the greatest wizard of all, and nothing is hard to stop him.

After all, he won this battle.

Maybe?

His laughter echoed wildly throughout the Quidditch pitch, chilling people.

But the twist was so abrupt.

The hoarse waves, the complacent, the laughter came to an abrupt end, and the echoes faded away in their ears, and faded away, returning to silence.

Then everyone standing underground saw a terrifying scene: Voldemort's figure flying at great speed in mid-air suddenly stopped and disappeared halfway.

It just disappeared into thin air, as if it had been swallowed by something.

He seized the gap and left.

"Phantom Shifting!" the students breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed again, anyway, the enemy was gone, though it might reappear at some point. However, today they survived after all.

"Hogwarts can't apparition! that place is still within the confines of the school!" Professor McGonagall continued to wave her wand, her Animagus form alternated back and forth with her human form, just to catch up with Voldemort's speed on the ground, because cats were much more agile At this time, they had reached the highest point of the Quidditch stadium stands.

A group of students on the pitch pointed at Voldemort as he stalled in midair.

Voldemort's entire body froze, as if he had actually hit something.

It was as if it had been slashed off by a sharp blade, and the other half had been swept into another dimension.

Many people quickly reacted, it was not a phantom shift, the disappearance of the phantom shift was a gradual change, it was the caster's entire body that gradually became transparent, as clear as pure ice, and then disappeared.

Then, a shiny silver fabric slowly fell from the sky, and the silver light appeared and disappeared in the dim sky

Obviously different from the mass-produced clothes just now, this one's silver shine is even more dazzling.

Harry stared at the scene in front of him stupidly.

He knew it all the better, it was his cloak of invisibility.

The most potent, the most practical of the Deathly Hallows.

Half of Voldemort's body, which had disappeared in an instant, reappeared.

In addition, in mid-air, they saw a Dementor, unlike the others.

He took off his hood and revealed his ugly "mouth", which was not too appropriate. It's an ugly sucker.

The Supreme Cloak of Invisibility has escaped Voldemort's prying eyes.

In mid-air, Voldemort's upper body slammed into the Dementor's "mouth", and the Dementor's shriveled, acne-ridden, rotten arm was clenched tightly.

Voldemort didn't even have the slightest room to struggle, and seemed to be dead.

Soul draining, for Dementors, is only a matter of moments.

Then it spread its hands and let go of Voldemort's body.

Quite humane shook his head.

It seemed to completely devour his soul, and it wasn't very tasty, and there was no fun to speak of.

The invincible Voldemort, defeated Dumbledore, defeated Grindelwald, escaped his own bouncing curse, and rose back in the darkness, but in the end, he died in the hands of an inferior evil creature.

Died of his own paralysis, died of someone's elaborate scheme.

I have to say it's a kind of irony.

Countless Dementors dressed in inferior invisibility cloaks are just trying to create the most effective trap possible

The Dark Lord's body fell from the sky, the impact was not great, and the soft lawn absorbed a lot of force, so that he did not fall to pieces.

The crowd at Hogwarts began to cheer.

I guessed a few points. Of course, the truth of the facts is still largely unknown.

Malfoy smiled, and although it deviated a little from the plan, it still succeeded.

"Remember to be gentle next time you use the Unconscious Charm on me. He turned back again and said to the girl with the last of his strength.

Then, under Hermione's frightened and worried gaze, she staggered her body a few times before slumping to the soft grass.

"Draco!"

His last consciousness was Hermione calling out his name in a panic.

"Alright. Tidying up the battlefield, Dumbledore, who was lying on the grass, suddenly stood up and raised his hands.

The tired face showed a dry and sincere smile.