Voldemort was terrified, and he had been afraid of death since a long time ago.

Now that he was covered by a life-requisitioning spell, he felt his soul tremble in an instant.

However, when the emerald color dissipated, when Voldemort fell to the ground, his chest still rose and fell violently.

In the spell description, if the opponent's health exceeds 44% of their total health, the spell cannot deal damage.

Voldemort sat up blankly, looking at his still warm body, he was both surprised and puzzled, no matter what, there was still more important things to do in front of him.

Looking at Albert, who was gradually losing in the magic hedge, he jerked to his feet, picked up the yew wand in his hand and pointed it at Albert.

"Avada such!"

Albert never expected that Voldemort, who had been cursed by death, would not die.

After a dazzling green flash, he fell to the ground without a sound, and the Elder Wand that he was holding in his hand was also received by Mr. Weasley.

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley, I don't need an Elder Wand."

Seeing Mr. Weasley put away the Elder Wand, Voldemort pulled out a somewhat ugly smile, "Even without me, even if Albert had the Elder Wand, he would not be your match. It can be seen that if you want to have strength, you still have to rely on yourself."

After a pause, he added, "Now that I have the warrant of the saint, it will not be long before I can turn the saint's people into my subordinates, and when the time comes, the entire wizarding world will obey my orders. Mr. Weasley, since you want to witness a new change, why don't you join me, I want to take control of this world with him!"

"You can't."

Mr. Weasley asserted, "You may be able to get away with it for a while, but not for long."

……

Spring evenings are a little cooler, especially near the mountains, and the wind itself is a bit stronger than elsewhere.

With a cool breeze on her face, Rosie woke up quietly.

The once elegant and picturesque Wilson Manor is in ruins.

She got up from the ground in a daze, still a little worried in her heart.

"You're awake."

Mr. Weasley sat on the steps not far away, saw her awake, and said calmly.

His eyes searched the ground for a few seconds, and his eyes were fixed on Mr. Weasley:

"Where's Christina?"

She was referring to Christina's remains.

"I parked her on the top floor, and the view was pretty good."

Mr. Weasley stood up and paced up the stairs, "Let's go, take you one last look at her."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Rosie, who chased after him, asked suspiciously.

She didn't think that with Mr. Weasley's abilities, he wouldn't be able to use even a revival charm.

Mr. Weasley did not pause, and his tone was calm and gentle:

"You need plenty of rest to relieve the pent-up emotions in your heart."

After a pause, he continued, "I know that you must be distressed by Miss Wilson's misfortune, but take heart yourself. It may seem anachronistic to say that, but I'll say to you: death is actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And, for those who are very clear-headed, death is but another great adventure."

Death is nothing but another great adventure...... I know that's Dumbledore's argument.

Muttering to himself, Rosie turned to ask, "What about Albert and Voldemort?"

"Albert is dead, dead from Voldemort's Curse."

Mr. Weasley replied, "Voldemort left after killing Albert, and he took the Saint's secret order, which is what he really wants."

"Voldemort? He's not dead?"

Asked in surprise, she immediately reacted, it must be because Voldemort's health was sufficient, and her life-requiring spell failed to take effect.

"The Curse of Destiny can only exert its evil power in the hands of innocent people, and the more times it is used, the greater the backlash against the self."

Mr. Weasley paused, "I'm glad you weren't affected by this spell."

At this point, he paused, and then admonished Rosie:

"Rosie, I want you to stop exploring this magic so that you don't lose your heart from being controlled by the Unforgivable Curse."

"Hmm!"

Rossi nodded, but was unimpressed.

It's just a game skill, I'm a player, and in the later stage, it must be a "big melon" in everyone's hands.

Walking up the stairs to the top floor, the magnificent castle of the main house has been reduced to ruins.

Seeing this, Rossi couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in his heart. In the morning, she and Christina were happily playing and taking photos here; But in less than a day, the place was in ruins, and Christina lost her life.

Cursed by the game planner, she sighed deeply and followed Mr. Weasley around the rubble.

After walking in silence for a few minutes, they finally climbed to the top of the mountain.

with life.

"Huh?" Mr. Weasley exclaimed in surprise.

Hearing this, Rosie suddenly felt a little bad in his heart: "Mr. Weasley, what's wrong? What about Christina?"

He didn't reply, and walked quickly to a piece of red flower-scented snow orchid.

Rosie's gaze followed him, and there were obvious signs of someone lying in the flowers.

She walked forward quickly, and as she searched around, she asked:

"Where's Christina?"

Mr. Weasley waved his wand, and an ethereal golden mist spread all around, but there was no trace of it except for the footprints of the two of them.

"She's supposed to be here, the warning and protective spells I released are all there, why did she suddenly disappear?"

Mr. Weasley muttered to himself.

"She's gone?"

Rosie staggered back a step, then drew his wand unbelievingly, and chanted the incantation aloud as he swirled:

"Footprint Manifestation"

But again, her identity skills don't show anything.

"Super Sense Tracking!"

The golden wand flipped between her fingers, and a ghostly light suddenly penetrated her eyes.

But even so, she didn't see a single footprint that belonged to anyone else around.

"How can this be?!!

I'm sorry, Christina, I didn't even take care of your body.

With a pang of sourness in his heart, Rosie fell to the ground.

The weak palm of the hand was propped up on the ground, but it was as if he had touched a string of silky things.

Looking sideways, I recognized it as the red tassel at the end of Christina's belt.

"Her loincloth is still here, but what about her?"

Rosie suddenly had a glimmer of hope in her heart, and raised her eyes to look at Mr. Weasley, "Mr. Weasley, is she still alive?" Or did you come back from the dead?"

Mr. Weasley was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. It wasn't until a long time later that he denied it in a low voice:

"Rosie, no magic can really bring the dead back to life."

He glanced up in Brantania's direction, then muttered:

"Sure enough, the ending of history cannot be changed, and even if the trajectory of fate deviates for a while, it will eventually return to the original point, he...... Can we make it?"

Then he turned to Rossi and said, "Cheer up, everything continues, your quest is not yet complete."

As soon as his words fell, the system's prompt came as promised.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for completing the main quest: Sacrifice. XP bonus: 16000, status class experience: 4200, gold: 110 galleons, reputation bonus: 1500."