At the sight of the witch in front of him, Neville's breathing instantly became heavy.

He recognized the face, after all, she and three other damn scumbags had caused the tragedy of their parents.

It is for this reason that Neville has been memorizing newspaper portraits over and over again since he was sensible, hoping that one day when he meets them, he will have a chance to take revenge.

And now, the mastermind among them lies in front of him.

"Like this Christmas present?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Neville turned his head to see "Hallie" dressed as Santa Claus, leaning against the couch in the corner.

"I've put a lot of effort into your gift!" Hallie's voice was brisk,

"As for your other three enemies, I'm sorry that Barty Crouch Jr. escaped from Azkaban prison a year and a half ago, and was rewarded with a Dementor kiss by the Ministry of Magic."

"Rodolphus Lestrange and his brother Rabastan died last night, and there are no bones left."

"So I can only offer this Bellatrixla."

"That's enough." Neville whispered, his voice unusually firm, "Harley, can I do with her as I please?" ”

"Of course." Hallie spread her hands,

"Whether you want to give her a life spell directly, or you want to slowly use the heart drill spell on her body, it depends on your own wishes, anyway, just don't let her go."

"But this is the mirror world of the magic mirror I gave you, and only you are qualified to take people in and out."

"As long as you don't deliberately want to let her go, then she will never be able to escape."

There was a deathly silence in the room, and it was a few moments before Neville asked a question:

"That'...... Hallie, can you teach me how to due? And a duel with the aim of killing? ”

"Huh?" Hallie tilted her head, "Yes, but why did you suddenly remember this?" ”

"Because I want to kill Bellatrix with my own hands." Neville's voice was resolute,

"I want to duel her and get revenge on her in a dignified way! Only the opponent killed in the duel is worthy of comforting my parents! ”

Harley looked at Neville in surprise, she really didn't expect this cowardly-looking kid who usually stammered to say such a thing.

"Of course, I'll always be here." Harley didn't know when a wand appeared in her hand.

"Then you ...... on weekdays"

"It's just a magical image." Hallie interrupted Neville's questioning and threw a fist into the wall.

The imaginary collision didn't happen, and Hallie's hand sank straight into the wall.

"Look, that's it." Hallie spread her hands, "It's just an image, you can train with you for as long as you want." ”

"Really?" Neville's mental state at this time was visibly much more excited.

He couldn't wait to draw his wand, as if he couldn't wait any longer, "Then let's start now!" ”

…………

Upon receiving the message from the Phantom, Harley expressed understanding, but felt like she wouldn't do it.

Most people will always have three mindsets when facing this kind of life-and-death enemy:

Either torture the other party to death by the most brutal means, or kill him directly, unwilling to let him breathe even a second more air, or choose to duel with him in a dignified duel.

But Hallie always felt that this was wrong, what a waste of revenge.

In the face of the enemy, he should squeeze out any trace of his value, and the corpse should be used as an anchor for his own promotion.

Of course, since Bellatrix had already been given to Neville as a Christmas present, it was up to him to be interested.

At this time, Hallie was sitting in the Headmaster's office, facing Professor Dumbledore honestly.

Professor Dumbledore was enjoying his 1-for-1 honey milk, and to be honest, Harley couldn't figure out how to drink it.

After taking two sips of the delicious drink in his glass, Professor Dumbledore finally got to the point:

"Hallie, thank you so much for your help last night. Without you, Azkaban would have been completely lost. ”

"So how was last night? Did it go well? Didn't get hurt, right? ”

"It went very well." Hallie nodded,

"I had a really nice Christmas Eve with Senior Riddle and those of his followers."

"How is it possible to get hurt? Senior Riddle is obviously so friendly. ”

"It's a pleasure indeed." Professor Dumbledore laughed as well, and picked up a photograph of a giant ocean whirlpool,

"So I'm a little curious, where did the big Azkaban Island go? I'm thinking that your party will blow up a prison, so you won't blow up the island as well, right? ”

"Hey, Professor, that's not what you're asking." Hallie puffed out her cheeks and said angrily,

"Christmas Eve, everyone is going to have a good time. Accidentally ruined the island...... Anyway, I think it's all Riddell's fault. ”

"Are you sure?" Professor Dumbledore took a deep breath and calmed down,

"I'm curious about what happened last night, and how fierce you fought to get rid of Azkaban"

"It's not that intense." Hallie waved her hand lightly, "I'm just personally making Senior Riddle's life graduate forever." ”

"From now on, there will never be Tom Riddle in the wizarding world, let alone Voldemort."

"Well, I killed Tom." Professor Dumbledore thought for a moment before he figured out what "graduation in life" meant.

But his face was still full of confusion and helplessness,

"But it's not going to ruin the whole of Azkaban, and there are so many Death Eaters on it."

"Though they are guilty, they are not guilty unto death......

Professor Dumbledore's voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared completely.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait?!" Professor Dumbledore slammed to his feet, the chair behind him thrust away and slammed into the bookshelf he regarded as a treasure.

"You said you killed Tom?"

The old principals on the wall, who had been quietly crowded into Phineas's picture frames eating melons, also exploded in an instant, and it was not until Harley began to explain that they were instantly quiet.

"Yes." Hallie's face was full of innocence, "Senior Riddle is so murderous that he wants to kill me, so I have to fight with him." ”

"In the process, the power of the weather spell I used was accidentally overdone, which led to the destruction of Azkaban Island, which is very reasonable."

Professor Dumbledore didn't reply immediately, but slowly sat back in his chair, slowly calming down.

After a long while, he asked in a trembling voice, "Are you sure Tom is completely dead?" ”

"We've been sure that Tom has made more than one Horcrux."

"And we still don't know exactly how many we've made, and I'm going to have you go to Horace next semester to find out."

"By the way, you know, Horace was Tom's former dean and Potions professor. At the same time, judging by certain indications, I suspect that these two men may have shared some particularly dark secrets. ”

"Headmaster, what age is this? Still using traditional methods to find Horcruxes? Harley gave a look of disdain,

"Have you forgotten? I'm a former Horcrux, and I'm well versed in curses. ”

"So it's not hard to find other Horcruxes based on my body, following the connections between these soul fragments."

Professor Dumbledore frowned, sat back in his chair, took out the copy of "Secrets of Cutting-edge Dark Arts" in the drawer, and quickly flipped through it.

Hallie yawned, knowing that she would have to wait again.

She leaned back, and the rest of the bench automatically turned into a chaise longue, allowing Harley to make eye contact with Fawkes on the cabinet.

It's a pity that Fawkes has a habit of cleanliness and refuses to take the initiative to pick up cockroaches, a dirty insect, and stuff them into Professor Dumbledore's cockroach pile.

This made Harley shake her head, what a boring phoenix.

After flipping through the book for a long time, Professor Dumbledore nodded:

"It's true that this method makes sense from a magical point of view, but I need more evidence."

"Evidence? Of course. ”

Hallie pulled out the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and Ravenclaw Tiara from her pocket, and named the Horcruxes one by one.

“…… The last Horcrux was the snake beside him, which he had killed with his own hands to draw strength. ”

Harley quickly described the order in which she discovered the Horcruxes and the process of the battle.

"In order to get rid of such a huge serpent, I forcibly summoned a meteorite when ordinary spells had no effect."

"The giant snake that Senior Riddle turned into is quite capable of carrying damage, and it hasn't completely died under the meteorite, so I made up for it."

"It's a pity that Azkaban Island has completely disappeared, and that pit has been left behind."

As she spoke, Harley shook a pocket she had set up, and a corpse fell out of the pocket.

To add credibility to the matter, Hallie deliberately made Voldemort's "corpse".

Although Voldemort's bones are gone, who knows?

All it takes is a little black magic, combined with some power in the realm of death, and a steaming corpse is freshly baked.

And this corpse is more real than the real one, and can stand up to any scientific or magical test.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, feeling the unique magical aura remaining on it, coupled with the carriers and quantities of the Horcruxes listed by Harry, were completely consistent with the signs that Voldemort had shown in the past.

Professor Dumbledore finally confirmed Voldemort's complete death.

He stood up again in excitement, inflicting a second heavy wound on the chair and bookcase behind him.

However, Professor Dumbledore didn't care, and even ignored the few precious magic books that had fallen due to his rough movements.

He just laughed, but the smile was unusually bitter.

He remembered the cabinet that burned in the flames when he first went to the orphanage to see the child;

remembered that when I found out that the child's heart was not right, I deliberately treated him coldly, without talking to him face-to-face even once, and even expressed my vigilance to other professors about that boy;

remembered the child's indifferent attitude when he came to Hogwarts twice to find a job;

Remembering the members of the Order of the Phoenix who died because of the child, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, the innocent masses of the wizarding community, and the unsuspecting ordinary Muggles......

Scenes flashed through the old man's mind, as if they had happened yesterday.

The child was born because of an aphrodisiac, and he didn't know how to love, and he lived in an orphanage.

I have already seen the darkness in his heart, but I just blindly scolded and scolded, never guided him correctly, and didn't even think so.

"Maybe it was the fire that made him think that the only power in this world is the truth."

Professor Dumbledore's voice grew louder and louder,

"If I had treated Tom with patience and love, would it have ended differently? Will they still die? ”

"It's a pity that everything is over, and I never have a chance to verify it again."

"Thank you, Hallie, for your kindness in correcting the mistakes of an old man he made in his youth."

"Hello, Tom Riddle. Goodbye, Lord Voldemort. ”

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, leaving speckled marks on his robes.

There was a dead silence in the office, and the old headmasters closed their eyes together and observed a moment of silence with Professor Dumbledore.

…………

About half an hour later, Hallie appeared on the edge of Hogsmeade rubbing her temples.

I have to say that Professor Dumbledore can really speak, he can nag for so long in one breath, and even sang a song with several other old headmasters.

In the end, Professor Dumbledore's memories ended in a hurry.

Professor McGonagall rushed in in a rage and scolded Professor Dumbledore with a slap in the face.

It seems that Professor Dumbledore has thrown a large pile of papers to the Deputy Headmaster, and has forgotten to rush to the Ministry of Magic.

Harley yawned, and the Night Mirror hovered over her head.

A cloud of darkness erupted from the magic mirror, covering a large area of the ground.

When the darkness cleared, several Death Eaters, covered in blood and disgraced, appeared on the ground.

When the Death Eaters saw Harley, they retreated in fright.

"Quiet." Harry's voice wasn't particularly loud, but it scared all the Death Eaters into holding their breath at once.

"Do you know why I let you out?"

Harry's voice had a chill in it, and just listening to it made the Death Eaters feel as if their bone marrow was about to freeze completely.

Old Malfoy was the most clever, and knelt down without hesitation: "My lord, whatever you need, I will listen to your commands." ”

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, as if trying to lick the tips of the white leather shoes on Harley's feet.

The others also suddenly came to their senses and wanted to emulate old Malfoy.

Harley suddenly felt a wave of nausea, and lightly stepped on the ground, and the thick snow on the ground instantly turned into chains, hanging several people into the air.

"Did you crawl forward?"

The Death Eaters looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what they had done wrong.

Obviously, the old master Voldemort liked the Death Eaters to lick his feet like this, huh? Why doesn't it work here?

Malfoy Sr., who is still the Minister of Magic's special adviser, has the sharpest sense of smell, and although he doesn't know what happened, he just needs to apologize and say nice things.

Harley sighed as she looked at the group of Death Eaters who had begun to flatter her again, and all the Death Eaters turned into ice sculptures in an instant.

Harley waited a full five minutes for her ability to deactivate, and when the freeze thawed, the Death Eaters were all shivering from the cold.

"Quiet, listen to me now." Hallie snapped her fingers,

"I spare your life because you are a well-known wall grass among the Death Eaters, and you have never killed anyone in normal times, and you have not committed capital crimes."

"But you are still guilty of your sins and have to pay for your mistakes. And now, I have an important task of atonement for your sins. ”

"Master, everything is at your command!" It was still old Malfoy who spoke first, and said respectfully,

"No matter what the task is, we will do our best to complete it."

"It's good to have this kind of awareness." Harley nodded in satisfaction, and more than a dozen corpses appeared out of thin air at her feet.

The Death Eaters were horrified as they looked at their old masters and former colleagues, and almost screamed.

"I need you to bring this to Rita, and she'll arrange your next mission."

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This is the story of a magical boy (fog) who bravely enters the Marvel world in search of the Kuro card

(End of chapter)