When the approximate death toll came out, everyone fell silent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix were killed in the barrage on the playground and in the hallways, most of the Hogwarts students were killed, and Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were equally casualties.

Phoenix's insiders told them that there were probably five to six hundred Death Eaters in the Forbidden Forest, and a handful of dark creatures. And there are probably less than fifty people who can still fight, and most of them are the people called by Slughorn in the middle of the war. The gap in numbers has been widened to a gap of 1 to 10.

"Anyway, get the bodies and the wounded out first, Krum and Fleur are in charge—" Phoenix raised his hand and interrupted what they were about to say. "That's enough, you act now. ”

"Then Remus and I will lead the others to fend them off for a while. Kingsley's voice remained calm, just with a palpable sense of exhaustion. "Phoenix, you retreat with the rest of the Hogwarts students. ”

"No, we still have reinforcements. Phoenix looked at his watch, and it was nearly midnight.

Those who heard this couldn't help but wonder that they still had reinforcements there, and all those who were willing to resist Voldemort were here.

Kingsley's question was interrupted by a loud noise.

"What? they're coming?" Flitwick said, drawing his wand, and hurriedly said to Davis, who had come to report the news.

"Probably—I'm not sure, a large group of them are on the stone bridge—"

"All who can fight, follow me—" Phoenix shouted as he drew his wand and ran out the door.

The crowd whirred and moved, and they used magic to float the blankets wrapped around the victims and fly out of the auditorium in a row. The wounded were holding each other or being carried by magic.

"Rogge, Rog," Phoenix shouted, "go to Malcolm and ask him to bring those men over." ”

He saw little Watson coming down the stairs sideways with a dozen men, he nodded and drew his wand and ran to the door.

"Hermione, where is Harry?—" Ron asked anxiously next to Hermione, "What are you doing with the Sorting Hat? Where's Phoenix?" the crowd quickly drowned out his voice.

They reached the steps of the courtyard and saw Voldemort and his Death Eaters standing at the other end of the stone bridge.

Voldemort spoke immediately, his voice amplified by magic many times: "Harry Potter is dead." He was killed as he fled, but when you laid down your life for him, he fled for his own life. We bring his body to you to prove that your hero is indeed dead. ”

"We won. Your people have suffered a lot. My Death Eaters are now many times more numerous than you, and the undead boys are finished. No more wars. Whoever resisted, whether men, women, or children, was killed, and his family was put to death. Now, get out of the castle and kneel before me, and you will be forgiven. Your parents, your children, your brothers and sisters will be forgiven and you will continue to live as you and I enter the new world that we will build together. ”

There was silence among the people who had come to the castle below.

Voldemort was striding across the stone bridge, and the serpent Nagini had left its magic cage and followed him.

The Death Eaters laughed and footsteps behind Voldemort.

"Stop. ”

The Death Eaters stopped.

"No!" the Resisters saw Harry's body. He lay in Hagrid's arms, his eyes crooked, and the cloak of invisibility was folded haphazardly on his abdomen.

Professor McGonagall let out a scream of grief.

"No!"

"Harry!

Ron and Ginny's voices were even more poignant than McGonagall's. The survivors rose to their feet, cursing at the Death Eaters, and finally—

"Quiet!" shouted Voldemort, only to hear a thud and a flash of bright light, and they were all forced to be silent, "It's over! Hagrid, put him at my feet, he only deserves to be here!"

Harry's body was gently laid on the grass.

"See?" said Voldemort, striding back and forth next to Harry's corpse, "Harry Potter is dead!

"He was killed while trying to escape from school," said Voldemort, seemingly complacent about lying, "he was killed while trying to escape for his own life—"

But Voldemort couldn't finish his sentence, and a dozen wizards wearing purple cloaks escorted a dozen Death Eater children over.

They lined up in order to keep the Death Eaters on their knees.

"Daddy, help me!" they cried.

"Let them go," Voldemort said coldly.

"Yes," said Phoenix without thinking, "you throw away your wands and surrender at once." ”

Voldemort laughed, but he was the only one laughing, and the Death Eaters behind him were all afraid. They hoped that Voldemort would save their children, but they feared that they would be disposed of. In recent times, Voldemort has become more moody, even killing people for no reason.

"Are you stupid?" he said in a soft, snake-like hiss, "you've lost." ”

"Good. Phoenix replied in the same Parseltongue tone, "If that's your choice, Voldemort, we'll have to go as planned—"

He pressed his hand slightly.

More than a dozen wizards moved at the same time, and the little wizards were cut throats one after another and fell to a pool of blood.

"No! "A wizard with a hood tried to rush over, but was held back by his companions.

Voldemort's expression didn't change in the slightest.

"You've made a big mistake. Phoenix Peverell. He said.

"Look who's made a big mistake, you thought Harry was dead," Phoenix swapped back to English, "No, Harry is still alive." ”

There was a commotion in the crowd. Voldemort quickly looked down, then looked up and smiled, before he could say anything.

Phoenix spoke again: "Still alive in our hearts, we will take his share, with all the martyrs tonight, and fight you to the end." We dare to fight to the last man. ”

"The question is, do you dare?" Phoenix raised his wand in a complex and graceful motion.

"Ancient dueling rituals. Voldemort looked at him with a smile and whispered, "Then it's up to you to tell everyone what will happen if you continue to resist." ”

Voldemort then did the same, both pointing their wands straight to the sky. The tip of the cane glowed like a tidbit, covering the surrounding field. Then they vanished, but the two of them were separated from the crowd, as if they were locked in a transparent glass bottle.

"Before we started, I had an interesting game in mind. Voldemort said with a creepy smile, "I changed my mind, and I decided to leave some survivors behind to celebrate our victory." How many survivors survive today depends on how long you can resist. The longer you resist, the more my men will kill—"

"Don't listen to him—fight him to the end, Phoenix. Leave us alone. Neville shouted, and the spell of silence was broken. "Dumbledore's Army!" he shouted, and an impassioned response rang out from the crowd.