Time slowed down in Fred's eyes.

When one approaches death, that wonderful feeling maximizes the senses.

Fred heard George's call, and the commotion and the sounds of battle were in his ears.

He could faintly hear Mrs. Weasley screaming.

"I'm sorry, George, I don't think I can continue to shop with you."

Fred's thoughts became clear, and he felt that he might not have made his girlfriend Angelina Johnson angry last time.

Death always comes very slowly.

Fred wanted to squeeze out a smile, which was the last gift from his brother to his brother.

A shard slashed Fred's cheek, and he could feel the amplified pain of his own and the sound of blood running through his veins.

The curse flew towards him.

Fred felt like he was going to die.

Weasley's Magic Trick Shop is just getting on track, and he hasn't bought Jokowi Joke Shop yet.

I don't know if George himself can continue, presumably he can.

As an older brother, George is more mature, although both of them seem to others to be troublemakers.

Fred thought a lot for a moment, and finally prepared for death.

The explosion came at him, dilating in his pupils.

The next moment.

Fred's expression of relief, which was about to widen, widened suddenly.

There was a collision of turbulence in the space in front of him, followed by a figure appearing.

The four colors of purple, black, white, and gold form a space around them, isolating everything.

The deadly curse was kept out by this force.

Fred opened his mouth in disbelief and spat out two words.

"John?"

What's going on?

Isn't John missing?

And why, does this John seem so much smaller?

Fred was shocked, but it didn't seem like half a second had passed from the outside.

Immediately afterward, he saw John being engulfed by an explosion.

The deadly curse that should have flown towards Fred was reduced to nothingness in an even larger explosion.

Fred was blown away by another blast.

The whole person rolled on the ground more than a dozen times, but there were no other injuries.

The beeping piercing tinnitus was buzzing, and the amplified senses that had just been brought were gone, leaving a dizzying blur.

He felt his shoulders shake, with an anxious call accompanied by a strong murmur.

I don't know how long it took for Fred to finally let his eyes converge.

A face that looks like it appears in the mirror every day, with worry and anxiety in front of it.

"Fred, Fred!" George's voice came, "Are you alright?"

"It's good, it feels like looking in the mirror, but it's a pity you're missing a piece of your ear."

Fred woke up, and he used the twins' joke to make George's heart fall.

"I can't believe how you survived that explosion."

George sat down with a detached ass and looked to the other side, and Fred looked over as well.

The wall was replaced by a crater of more than ten meters.

Even Fred thought it was incredulous and exaggerated, "I'm really blessed by John."

"It's a pity that John isn't here, or he might have given you a raise." George thought he was joking.

Fred was convinced of what he had seen, and he saluted the hole.

"To our boss."

Walking between life and death, Fred can still say such a sentence with a smile.

...

Bellatrix cast a curse and left.

It's not that she suddenly has compassion, it's not that she doesn't have enough magic.

whereas

It's because she sees a more nasty guy.

Draco Malfoy.

"Draco, little Draco, Cissy's little darling."

Bellatrix let out a sickly and perverted laugh, like a reaper seeking death, her crooked wand streaked across the wall.

Malfoy heard the voice, looked back, and opened his mouth to say, "Is that you?" You look ugly, you still have the confidence to live in this world."

The results are outstanding.

Malfoy ducked his head to dodge a green spell that fired, and his wand swung out a red glow.

"Just as I'm going to get revenge last time, you mummy-like guy, don't get in my way."

Malfoy attracted hatred, but his movements did not slow down at all.

He constantly shoots all kinds of spells, and Malfoy, who is particularly good at spells, uses all kinds of spells without money.

A spell struck Bellatrix, only to see Bellatrix flash with an Iron Armor Charm.

Malfoy's face darkened, and he yelled, "Shameless fellow, stealing someone else's stuff."

Bellatrix's silver light struck Malfoy, who also had an Iron Armor Charm on him.

Two people shoot at each other like this, and neither of them hides.

Green light shines through, and Malfoy uses the Flying Charm to drag a piece of medieval armor.

The armor was scattered, and Malfoy unleashed a salvo of 10,000 rounds to send the armor flying towards Bellatrix.

At this time, Cedric also came in, and when he saw this, he used a high-sensitivity transfiguration technique, so that the armor that flew out turned into small snakes to bypass it.

Bellatrix was caught off guard by the two of them, and the transformed little snake bit Bellatrix, but the little snake fell directly to the ground.

"What a curse."

Cedric could tell at a glance where Bellatrix was now.

More cursed than the mummies he saw inside the pyramids.

It's better to say that he is alive than that Bellatrix is now a cursed corpse.

"Kill her here."

Cedric exchanged glances with Malfoy and shot at the same time.

The two of them were no more than the other students, they were both trained people who had even fought against Dumbledore.

The two of them worked together to make Bellatrix keep backing up.

"Rumble ——!"

There was a violent tremor where they were.

The two of them almost couldn't stand steadily, and Bellatrix on the other side suddenly looked full of surprise.

An ominous premonition welled up in the hearts of the two.

Voldemort.

...

Voldemort struck.

He waited a while to see if Dumbledore had been poisoned by himself.

After seeing Hogwarts become precarious due to its offensive nature, and Dumbledore never showed up, Voldemort knew that he had succeeded.

Without John and Dumbledore, Hogwarts is no threat to him at the moment.

Voldemort is gone, and his magic is blessed by the magic power Starlight Wand, like a god walking in the world, and his strength is terrifying.

Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.

The trio worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they continued to retreat under Voldemort's attacks.

One person pressed three people to fight.

And they are all three powerful wizards.

The magic power of the sixth level was pressed by one person and had no power to fight back.

Although Slughorn is old and not a fighting wizard, he is amazing enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and uttered his signature magic.

"avadakedavra"

The green light flew towards the trio, and Slughorn dragged his bulky body and tripped over the rock.

The green light struck the castle, and the magic on it shattered in an instant.

In the face of his former teacher, Voldemort did not show mercy.

Instead, he looked at Slughorn with a cold look in his eyes, and said hypocritically, "I thought you wouldn't be so confused, Horace?"

"Such resistance, and enmity against me."

With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked at Slughorn condescendingly.

"You have turned a blind eye to my invitation, and you have come to this school that has long since decayed."

"I once admired you, built my own network after you, and you let me down, Horace."

Professor McGonagall lifted Slughorn up, and in the face of the proud disciple he had taught, Slughorn said angrily, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, Riddle!"

"Don't call that name!"

Voldemort was furious when he heard the surname that disgusted him.

He raised his wand and fired a black mark into the sky.

Announcing to everyone that Hogwarts has fallen.

Professor McGonagall blushed and said angrily, "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."

"yes, he's dying." Voldemort sneered, "He cowered and didn't show up, do you think he could really save you?"

Convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, Voldemort watched the horrific state of Hogwarts.

This place was once his home.

After he graduated, he also applied to become a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and wanted to stay.

However, the principal at the time refused his entry on the grounds that he was too young.

After a few years, Voldemort thought he had settled and mastered many magic.

The headmaster was replaced by Dumbledore, but he was rejected.

Twice rejected as 'home', Voldemort's strong affection for the place turned into a curse on everyone who stole his place.

Now, this home is destroyed.

It doesn't matter, after Voldemort is immortalized, he will re-establish a new school for this place, which belongs only to him.

...