Voldemort didn't get a chance to do it.

His soul didn't support him in doing that.

The soul that is riddled with holes can no longer be cut off even a single piece.

Snape was not wrong.

Harry reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Gryffindor sword.

It's going to exert force, cut off Voldemort's head, and make an understanding.

"Potter." He suddenly spoke, "You're not as strong as I am. ”

His throat was pierced, but his elemental body could still support him to continue speaking.

The effects of the two potions faded.

Harry paused in his hand and nodded slightly, "yes, I'm not stronger than you. ”

"But you're scared."

"So you lost."

Voldemort gritted the words: "I'm not afraid of you. ”

Harry didn't speak.

"Does love really exist?" Voldemort, no, it was Tom Riddle who asked the question.

Dumbledore whispered, "Of course it exists. ”

"You've had it too."

"Really?" Tom Riddle's eyes were empty, the memories in his mind flashed back, and his tone was light, I don't know if it was because he had little life left, or because he didn't believe Dumbledore's words.

Faces drifted through his mind.

When he first entered his first year, he experienced the established Slytherin custom of speaking for himself when he was bullied by pure-blood wizards.

The Ravenclaw girl who handed herself a love letter in the fifth grade.

In Potions class, Slughorn cheers wildly for his performance.

and Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr.

Do they love themselves?

Dumbledore kept an eye on Voldemort's brain, and he nodded lightly, "Yes, those are the people who love you." ”

"It's just that you don't care, you don't believe, you miss it."

Tom Riddle closed his eyes.

Harry exerted his strength and cut off his head.

His soul, which had been loved by others, but had been shattered by himself, dissipated.

"He's dead." Dumbledore whispered, his voice sighing and emotional.

It was a nightmare that plagued the wizarding world for decades.

It was also a student who troubled him and felt deeply guilty.

Several resurrections, several returns, and this time, he really died.

Voldemort's corpse crumbled like quicksand, originally made of hoarfrost, gathered together with his soul at its core, and now the things that gathered and bound them were gone, and everything was gone.

The hoarfrost surged, instinctively spreading out all around and eroding past.

But in Voldemort's memory, there was a great deal of knowledge about how to control hoarfrost.

With a flick of his wand, Harry controlled the small prong of hoarfrost, repeating Dumbledore's words, "He's dead." ”

"Harry, you're not hurt, are you?" Ye Naifa teleported, worried and asked.

The battle just now was huge.

Even the aftermath of the battle killed a lot of Wild Hunt - the milky white, seemingly temperatureless flame, but extremely manic, and when it came into contact with the Wild Hunt, it spread all over the body, freezing it, and a slight gust of wind blew the entire frozen body into powder.

It was the powder of the bones burned by the fire.

Just this flame, Ye Naifa knew in his heart that this was definitely not an opponent that he could deal with.

Or even avoid it.

Harry shook his head: "Some minor injuries, just smear some freshness." ”

Avalak walked over and looked at the corpses all over the ground, "You have brought a huge mess to the Elves of Ainel. ”

"You brought it on yourself." Harry was unceremonious.

Geralt also helped: "If it weren't for you chasing Ciri, there wouldn't be any trouble. ”

"We hope that a peaceful solution can be resolved." Avalak whispered.

Harry stared at him with a blank face, "Peace, it's ridiculous to say that word out of your mouth. ”

The elves of Ain-El, not as delicate as their art seems.

Peace?

How can a race that has fought and invaded many worlds have anything to do with this word?

"Shall we sit down and have a good talk?" Avalak spoke.

He wasn't done yet.

Tiny lightning surged on the flat ground, white light flashed, and Ciri teleported: "I saw that there was no more fighting, so I teleported over." ”

"I'm not comfortable staying with Gail."

Avalak was stunned.

Ciri's words were undoubtedly an answer to the question he had just raised.

Harry whispered, "Ciri doesn't worry about you, and we don't worry about you. ”

"You're still thinking about how to clean up this mess."

"We just had a great time working together."

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and conjured a stone arch in his place, "We work together because we have a common enemy. ”

"Now the enemy has been destroyed."

"Don't bother each other."

Avalak sighed.

Ciri understood that it was the second time that she had opened the door to the world smoothly.

"Don't you really sit down and talk?" Avarak didn't give up, and tried again.

Harry didn't reply, and with a flick of his wand, he carefully lifted Snape into the air and walked through the world's gates.

Dumbledore was the last.

When they all left, the Gates of the World were gone, leaving only empty arches.

Gale arrived, and he looked at Avarak and then at the door, "Didn't you leave them behind?" ”

"Can't stay." Avalak shook his head.

Gail frowned.

Of these, the one who suffered the most was the Elf of Ain-El.

The king died again.

The Wild Hunt was almost wiped out.

"At least, and their magical notes on studying hoarfrost." Gail muttered to himself, as if to comfort himself.

That's their only gain.

Hogwarts.

The traces of Voldemort's last attack are gone, and the merfolk have toiled day and night to finally break the ice.

Harry, Dumbledore, and Snape hurried to the school infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was startled by the injuries on his body, and after a brief treatment, he was rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital.

In the principal's office.

By the time Snape's affairs were dealt with, it was late at night, and they finally had a chance to sit down and rest.

"Are you going back? Or stay here a little longer. Harry tended to his wound as he asked Geralt and Yennefer.

"Ciri's trouble is solved, but you haven't." Yennefer looked at his head, "We should stay a little longer until we get rid of the contents of your head." ”

Geralt nodded as well.

He loved the world, peaceful, safe, and there were a lot of interesting things.

Ciri frowned bitterly, for the next period of time, she had to study hard and master the power in her body.

They chatted a little more.

Harry returned to the common room.

Say the command Dumbledore had just told him, and push away the portrait of the fat lady.

Just like before.

By the fireplace, two people were waiting for them.

Let's end around the 23rd/24th, and the last short paragraph will end the whole story.

(End of chapter)