Draco Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy family and now the head of the family, had never been fond of Muggle stuff before, only this time when assassinating Voldemort, he accidentally chose a dagger, a cold weapon.

He knew that Voldemort would guard against any magic, and that he didn't have a good grasp of wandless and silent magic, and that using cold weapons to sneak up on Voldemort was the best and fastest way to do it. In fact, he originally wanted to use the dagger in his hand to pierce Voldemort's heart, but it was not a good choice in terms of angle or position, so the heart became a lower back.

Draco let go of his hands, he took a few steps back and laughed, Voldemort's shocked and embarrassed look was really funny, he had always thought that he could not betray him, but he never thought about whether he was really loyal to him.

"Draco Malfoy—"

"I've never been loyal to you, except for the time I was in control, my allegiances belong to the Order of the Phoenix and to Harry Potter."

There was silence, everyone fell silent, only Draco's voice rang out over the battlefield. I don't know why those who had cursed Draco loudly as a traitor were quiet at this time, because suddenly at this moment they lost the right to blame, and it turned out that Draco Malfoy, the wizard who was expelled from Slytherin and expelled from Hogwarts, was even greater than them.

Voldemort stared at Draco so much, he trusted Draco so much until the last second, and what did Draco give him back, a dagger?

"But I have to say thank you for your trust, Voldemort."

He called out his name, and without any scruples, his arrogance was still the Malfoy that everyone remembered.

"Remember what I told you? If you betray me, I will kill you with my own hands. ”

Draco gripped the portkey in his palm, "I didn't betray you, I already said it. ”

Draco's Portkey target is to be in Hogwarts, he will not escape, and he will accompany Harry to the final victory.

Voldemort watched Draco disappear in place, he clenched his fists, he liked that person and trusted that person, but in the end it was the result of this. A huge dragon flew out of Voldemort's sleeve and attacked the left flank, and the war broke out from here.

Harry ordered the attack, Merlin and Arthur rushed to the forefront, while Voldemort waited for a man, his lover.

Pansy and Brace tell him to protect Draco before they storm into the fight, as Voldemort will not allow betrayal.

In fact, he doesn't need them to remind him, he will protect his lover, his beloved.

Although Voldemort studied the magic of the ancient religion, but he was facing Merlin, a man called magic itself, Merlin looked at the injured Voldemort and shook his head, this person is not his prey, and it is not his responsibility to kill him, he belongs to Harry, Harry will personally solve the grievances and grievances over the years.

Harry wasn't in a hurry to get into the war right away, he held out his hand to the man who was walking towards him, "Welcome back, Draco." ”

"That's a beautiful sound, Harry."

Although the druids had brought with them the monsters of the Ancient Religion, they had a deep fear of a fully restored Merlin, and the sword in Arthur's hand, a sword forged from dragon's breath that could cut anything it wanted, even if their scales were strong, could not resist the sword.

Voldemort's people may be extremely murderous, but the Hogwarts team is also specially trained, and some of them can already master wandless magic, and with cooperation, they can not only drag down those druids and Death Eaters, but even reduce their own casualties.

And now that Harry and Draco were facing Voldemort, Voldemort was so angry with the two that he knew he might lose, but even if he lost a complete death, he swore that he would take Draco and Harry to the funeral, and he would be there waiting for them.

Wars are often tragic, sometimes even beyond people's imagination. Although they kept the casualties to a minimum, there were still one death after another of their comrades who had fought side by side, but Harry could not be distracted, because Voldemort was not that easy to deal with.

He had no less magic in his hands than Harry, who had opened a small stove behind Merlin's back.

"Tom, we will win this war."

The last ancient beast was completely killed by Thor with lightning, he stood on the head of the monster and shook his hammer to signal the guys who were standing behind the monster to attack him just now, those Death Eaters had never seen such a way of fighting, and they had already run away in fright.

Loki and Merlin are competing to see who has more people in uniform, and the two of them stand in a higher position to help the people who can't hold up on the Hogwarts side.

"Harry Potter, don't think so lightly."

Voldemort coughed up a mouthful of blood, and Harry would taste the fruits of his so-called victory, but soon those who trusted him would throw him into hell with their own hands, and that was the real painful thing, the real sad thing, and he couldn't wait to see Harry Potter in the end.

Harry couldn't remember exactly how they defeated Voldemort that day, he couldn't even remember how much blood his hands were stained with, but he still remembered one thing, the way Draco fell in front of him, and Voldemort's last laughs and words.

He said that Draco owed him that he must get it back, and he said that he would come back, and that he would come back as long as Harry Potter was around.

Before he could finish the sentence, Loki gave him a broken bone, and then they slowly walked over to Harry's side, where Harry sat on his knees and hugged Draco, who looked breathless, looking dazed. Loki exhaled, now it wasn't just a matter of Draco's life or death, Voldemort's words were pointing the finger at Harry completely, he was saying that Harry was a Horcrux, as long as Harry was still saying that he could come back.

The first cadets of the DA Army were only wounded, they were the ones who trusted Harry the most, and they were Harry's last protection. They had gathered around Harry, protecting him with their wands, as the Ministry of Magic and even adult wizards had slowly gathered.

Little Lestrade had the time to take care of this, if they wanted to, they could have taken Harry away immediately, and now it was Draco who was more important than these, and Merlin was also kneeling beside Harry, if it was the magic of the ancient religion, he was familiar with it.

Voldemort was a halfway monk after all, and some magic could not be used in essence, and Merlin was determined in his diagnosis that Draco should be temporarily lethargic, but ...... When he will wake up depends on his own adjustment.

Loki and Thor pressed Harry's shoulders on either side, and Loki said to Harry, "Harry, we still have some things to work out right now. ”

Harry settled down, and he bent down to pick up Draco and kiss the man on the forehead.

This is what Gellert once mentioned, and it is also the end that Voldemort wants to see him, driven to a dead end by the person he trusts the most.

"It's ugly, Harry just killed Voldemort, and you're going to kill Harry."

Loki sneered and said to the wizards, the wizards who wanted to take a step forward stopped, they did go too far, but ...... It's impossible for this wizarding world to experience an attack by Voldemort, and they want to kill Voldemort completely.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

Harry looked up at Kingsley Shackle, who was at the front.

Kingsley Shacklele shook his head, "Harry, we just wanted to make sure. ”

"Confirmed? Are you sure I'm a Horcrux? It's none of me or not, but you never believed me. ”

If it were trust, there would be no such scenario.

The adult wizards were silent, probably the Weasleys and the Hogwarts professors were the only ones who didn't get involved, because they had enough trust in Harry, and they were slowly moving towards Harry's small circle, keeping their new savior firmly in the middle.

"Harry wasn't a Horcrux, and you didn't want to believe Voldemort's words before he died, or the people who fought side by side?"

Merlin spoke at this point, and the people all bowed their heads when they saw Merlin, they all forgot that Merlin was on Harry's side, but...... Merlin will be at fault sometimes?!

"That's the kind of face these people sent me to Azkaban more than ten years ago."

Sirius helped Snape to Harry's side, laughing at the self-righteous ones, especially the ones led by the Ministry of Magic. They only see what they perceive, whether it's right or wrong, and at the end of the day they're still afraid of Voldemort.

Fear of that person's resurrection.

"How about I make a promise for Harry Potter and swear by Merlin's name that he is not a Horcrux?"

Merlin took a step forward and lowered his wand to the ground, saying to those who looked at them with distrust, that he was willing to swear by his name and honor to protect Harry.

"I'm willing to swear by Sirius Black that Harry Potter isn't a Horcrux."

"I'm willing to swear by Severus Snape's name, that idiot Harry Potter can't make a Horcrux."

That oath made Harry's eyes reddened slightly, and he hugged the person in his arms who was breathing again, Hannibal said that there is a bright side in this world, there is a dark side, and if someone doesn't trust you, then someone will stand behind you.

"I would like to swear by Albus Dumbledore's name to ensure that Harry Potter is not a Horcrux and will not cause any harm to the wizarding world."