Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After the old wand touched Dumbledore's slender and powerful hand, the mutation happened.

Dumbledore's arm became scorched in an instant, and strange black smoke emerged. The cuffs of his robe were burned out in circles, and the black gas surrounded his arms and spread to his heart.

Dumbledore's brows frowned, and he had to let go of his hand because of the pain. He threw his wand high, then fell to the yellowish, zoomed grass and rolled a few times.

The golden-red flaming lion melted into a trace of fire in an instant, drifting away with the wind.

Grindelwald suddenly clutched his chest and lay on the ground. Dumbledore fell on the grass, coughing a few times, and tilted his head to one side.

The wand flew quickly to Voldemort's side, and seemed to start cheering.

Everyone felt like a ghost. This wand was full. They could hardly imagine why a wand would have such a humane emotion. Then they realized that the battle had been reversed again and Dumbledore was seriously injured. And Grindelwald seemed to be implicated.

The situation is back to the beginning.

It was even slightly worse because of morale.

They used to face this battle with the mentality of breaking the boat and fighting to the death, but the appearance of Dumbledore gave them hope, but now they are facing the status quo of hopelessness.

The ups and downs made their hearts excited.

"Look, to deal with me, did you use any life-sharing magic?"

"Dumbledore, who has always been self-proclaimed, would actually use this kind of sorcery?" Voldemort stood up from the grass in a blink of an eye and shook his wrist. The caster collapsed and the magic limit was difficult to maintain.

He smiled triumphantly, "Luck is still on my side."

"Dumbledore, you can die." Voldemort said triumphantly

His wand has been aimed at the dying headmaster lying on the grass.

The power of life and death has changed.

When chanting the spell, a figure suddenly appeared in Voldemort's scarlet pupils, blocking Dumbledore, who had been extremely weakened.

An irresistible sense of astonishment rose.

If you are not mistaken, this figure should have been hung on the wooden "cross" not too long ago. Could it be saved?

But for a while, he didn't want to explore the changes in this, it was nothing more than to kill her again.

The figure is Hermione who has arrived.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

"Are you alright?"

Naturally, Hermione had no idea of ​​her "stand-in".

The Vanishing Cabinet was placed on the other extreme of the Forbidden Forest.

She had to run over, and when she came over, she saw the scene now.

Dumbledore came back from the dead and was knocked down by Voldemort?

The information contained in it was a bit huge, but without hesitation, a decision was made and Dumbledore stood in front of him.

This stubborn little witch wants to protect her principal.

Even if she doesn't know why the principal came back from the dead, or what happened before her arrival, the camps are very different.

Voldemort cast a spell at will.

The witch aroused his anger and made him feel mocked.

All kinds of evil curses came oncoming, the girl swayed from the left to the right, struggling to support, and soon a dazzling light hit her. Fortunately, it was not green.

But it is also one of the unforgivable curses.

Hermione bowed in pain and bent down.

Then he stood up.

"The game is over." Voldemort bared his white teeth, indifferently announcing the order of death.

"Killing Curse!"

Harry and Ron wanted to fly over, but they were held back by the students present. They only saw the green light pulling a weird arc and flying over.

Looking desperately at his friend's death.

What is the sight reflected in Hermione's eyes at this moment?

That extremely fast, with a terrifying spell enveloping death, flew straight towards her.

The green light was lingering, and the green dots as large as mosquitoes and flies in the distance gradually grew bigger in Hermione's sight.

For a time, the passage of time seemed to be slowed down.

When people are about to die, they think of many things.

"Maybe my Defense Against the Dark Arts class is actually not even good?"

"It's not right, I persisted for so long anyhow"

She thought horribly about her all-excellent Ols results. Indeed, facing this light, Hermione could hardly deal with it.

She raised her head stubbornly, her amber eyes staring forward.

This is my choice.

Suddenly she closed her eyes.

The shouts around seemed to freeze, and everything was silent.

Is this the feeling of death?She asked herself.

However, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and she didn't feel a trace of being hit.

I'm not dead?

She opened her eyes slowly, and bright light came into her eyes.

At first a faint golden touch came into view, and then a complete figure.

Hermione was stunned, sliding her feet slightly, taking a step back in panic.

She thought she had hallucinations.

She was familiar with this figure, and her short platinum blonde hair instantly stunned her.

"Why is he here?"

Hermione's feet suddenly sank.

Dobby's hands and feet twitched and grasped her leg, his eyes pale.Still muttering something.

The owner of the figure in front of him is naturally not someone else.

It's just that Hermione thinks Malfoy should be in a coma in the dark cellar now.

Also, how did he get here?

She obviously destroyed the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts, just to stop him from following.

This question after question was before her eyes.

But these are not the most important.

Because a ridiculous reality is before her eyes, what is the current situation?Did Malfoy help himself to stop Avadaso?

This symbolizes the curse of death?

why.

A shudder like an electric shock suddenly spread from head to toe to the whole body. The shackles of memory seemed to be cut open by some sharp blade, cracking every inch.

Instead, there was a turbulent wave in my mind, and the sleeping memory was instantly awakened.

This scene, at this moment, is so familiar.

Still life hanging by a thread.

The box door of memory was broken by the raging flood.

In the dark, deep and airtight chamber, the sturdy and swift basilisk slid quickly on the dark floor, wandering over, a man with a hideous expression on his face, vindictively commanding the basilisk.

Then the soul gradually dissipated.

A boy blocked her when the basilisk was about to bite her, and decisively used a wand to prop up the hideous fangs.

Everything is so familiar.

She remembered it all.

and also……

She woke up in the white bed.

"Forget it!" The boy's voice sounded, and even Dumbledore did not stop the boy's amnesia.

In the following period of time, she kept arguing in her heart again and again with anticipation and doubt, distress and numbness.

She wanted to convince herself, but in the end she shamefully chose to escape, pretending to be indifferent.

A sense of horror and deep despair came from the bottom of my heart.

And the vague and suppressed emotions.

The emotions that had been desperately suppressed because of their positions have revived, and the emotions that have become agitated because of the restoration of memories are intertwined, and the waves are surging.

Oh? What does he mean by cooperation?Hermione thought about everything that happened not long ago, only to remember that the boy's only helpless and lustful eyes.

Then the cruelty of reality quickly pulled Hermione from the fantasy.

Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's worried cry.

The boy stood in front of him.

She subconsciously screamed: "Draco! Don't!"

The mournful voice spread throughout the Quidditch stadium.

The green light was blocked, but at the cost of someone's life.

At this moment, she hoped it was a nightmare. She also hoped that she would never remember the blocked memory before. In that case, maybe, he wouldn't have to...

"Don't?"

"Nothing?"

Malfoy waved his wand, moved his wrist, turned his head, and smiled at Hermione.

"By the way, next time you use Sleeping Curse, remember to lighten it. I'm still a little sleepy now.

"If the vanishing cabinet is broken, you will lose money."

Malfoy yawned at the right time, narrowed his eyes, and then fixed his gaze on the enemy in front of him.

"So I didn't have a choice, I want to be a good person now." He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

"It doesn't seem right to use it here, but it's enough to express your feelings."

Malfoy now turned his back again, facing the most powerful dark wizard in the field today, and stretched out his wand.

Hermione looked at the scene in front of her with some dementia.

Her brown eyes are now covered with a thin layer of mist, and crystal tears can't help sliding down from the eye sockets.

But at the same time, there was a slight curve in the corner of her mouth, and she smiled faintly, and then the curve in the corner of her mouth gradually increased, and she covered her lips with her hand, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Malfoy couldn't see all this, he was now looking at Voldemort intently.

At this time, the Dark Lord was still in extreme shock.

What happened just now?

The unfavorable Avada Suo fate was bounced lightly?

All the people present were shocked.

Even the most powerful wizards need extremely superb skills to resolve this curse.

Then I don't know how long it took before Voldemort seemed to react.

In an extremely resentful and unbelievable tone, he asked in a low voice: "You also betrayed me? Draco?"

"No." He flatly refused.

Everyone around took another breath.

"Because I have never been loyal to you, how can I betray you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was another deadly spell facing him.

"Avada's life!" Voldemort waved his wand furiously. His pale and slender wrist was so powerful that the wand in his hand exploded with extremely majestic magic power.

Malfoy didn't even chant the curse. He turned slightly and blocked it with his wand. A white light flashed and collided with the strange green light. It made a strange arc, flew straight into the air, and then gradually faded away. invisible.

The air fell into deathly silence.

Only the whistling wind was left.

The first time, maybe it was the Dark Lord's mistake, maybe they had heard it wrong-the Dark Lord was not using the Death Curse.

But the second time, it was no coincidence.

"The wand is flying!" Voldemort's back began to chill.

There must be something wrong with the old magic wand, maybe some problems have been remodeled, so that his magic power cannot be fully used.

Only then can it be explained.

He is nothing but a despicable betrayer, a ridiculous reptile.

How could it be possible to block his almost mortal spell so easily?

Is there a problem with the old wand again?He couldn't help but doubt.

Yes, Potter is not his opponent now, there is no restraint, and it is no problem to use his original yew wand.

The majestic magic power vibrated around, and there was a trace of ripples around, and the yew wand appeared from the green mist-filled void. Voldemort stretched out his pale right hand and held his first wand.

"Dignified Dark Lord, is it too ridiculous to be completely addicted to the power of foreign objects." The boy raised his eyelids, then squinted his eyes, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

"You are the one who has the problem." Malfoy pointed out Voldemort's current flaws.

"Me, what can I have?" The Dark Lord sneered and said disdainfully.

"Because the Horcrux in your hand is actually okay." Malfoy pointed to the old wand in Voldemort's left hand.

"Horcrux?" Voldemort's pupils shrank from shock, staring at Malfoy.

"What do you know."

When hearing this evil term, most students were in a daze.

Only Slughorn's face suddenly became a little frightened and self-blaming.

At this time, he was supported by the student. The blast of air just now took him high, and then fell heavily. Fortunately, he finally cast a Levitating Charm on himself, which did not cause a heavier tragedy.

"What problem can I have, I, great, omnipotent, have conquered the Dark Lord of Death, what can be the problem?"

He seemed to be asking Malfoy, and he seemed to be asking himself.

"Look at your solid guardian who has high hopes, the honorable man who praises love. He is lying on the grass at this time, dying humble.

"When the evil dragon that lives by doing evil loses its evil thoughts, even for a moment, his power will fall apart." Malfoy said calmly.

Voldemort did not understand Malfoy's words.

"Killing Curse!"

The hearts of everyone around him hung up in an instant.

It was bounced again.

If they didn't know that the person in front of them was the fierce Voldemort, they would even think that the green light was not the so-called unforgivable curse—Avadasuo, but just an ordinary, colored curse.

"Why." Voldemort's expression fell into unspeakable madness.

"Of course it's because you abandoned the last capital you can be proud of." Malfoy said smoothly, as if to explain a fact.

Malfoy was silent afterwards, without appealing to the public.

That capital is the ultimate evil.

That is the price, the expensive price.

"Let me think about it." Malfoy tapped his forehead with his index finger deliberately, making a thoughtful look.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup." Malfoy held out a finger.

"Slytherin's locket." He continued.

"The other heirloom of the Gunter family-Marvolo's ring." Two fingers stood up again.

"Ravenclaw's crown."

"And the diary you gave to my father, it was destroyed by me."

Every time a noun was uttered, Voldemort's expression darkened.

"So, you killed Nagini too? Didn't you? Just now." Voldemort asked harshly.

"That's just a container of your Horcrux once, but it's not anymore." Malfoy said his inference.

"Your last soul shard should be held in your hand. This is why Dumbledore was seriously injured."

"Nagini, did you kill it? You?"

"It's me, after the mental shock you left behind rushed into my mind, let me share some memories with him," Malfoy nodded.

"I saw... the most brutal Dark Lord in the world did this kind of thing." Malfoy said mockingly.

"I want you to die with the most painful method of death." Voldemort was completely plunged into rage, his white face violent with veins, and roared.

Just now, Snape's betrayal did not severely hit his confidence.

Even Dumbledore's "resurrection".Gellert Grindelwald's help did not extinguish his turbulent fighting spirit.

He solved the two old men.

However, an inexplicable sense of panic is surging now.

"Voldemort ran away!" suddenly a student shouted.

He didn't rush towards Malfoy, and he didn't even use the extra spell.

He will make a comeback in the future.

Apparition is still unavailable.

But he can still fly.

The large black robe was washed by the convective air, clattering, like a huge black bat, gliding with open wings.

The Dark Lord under the night sky is so fast.

Then Voldemort felt a throbbing nausea.

The negative emotions of despair, greed, anger, jealousy, and fear are endlessly amplified in an instant.

He raised his stick and looked around.

He quickly stopped his figure, roared, his wand slashed fiercely, and sharp wind blades hung over.

Shiny silver pieces of cloth scattered from mid-air, under the dim sky, like a broken Milky Way.

"That's the invisibility cloak we made." Fred and George tried desperately to straighten their bodies from the stretcher at this time, see clearly, and then said in unison.

The two of them had just been injured by the explosion they had made, and of course, took away more Death Eaters.

The frightening and shocking scene appeared.

Beyond their understanding.

There are at least a thousand dementors floating in the sky, and they are wearing cloaks and hoods under the invisibility cloak.

The dementors had actually disappeared for more than a year, and no one had seen them before, and they appeared in front of them today.

In particular, it seems to be on the united front with Hogwarts.

Subconsciously, they felt that this group of monsters and Voldemort were more compatible.

Of course, that's what I think.

In any case, it is better to have more friends than more enemies.

"No matter how good the glue is, it can't resist the shadow of the gods." Malfoy shook his head. For a long time in the past, he has been putting invisible cloaks on the dementors, but now it seems that Voldemort's curse is still very strong. Powerful, quickly destroys everything.

Now Voldemort has no time to think about why there are so many dementors here, and he wants to leave here quickly.But another status quo was before him.

He doesn't know how to protect the gods.

"Get away!" The man in the air was stuck, roaring frantically at the group of evil creatures.

But the dementors were indifferent, because they didn't seem to be afraid, because the only thing they were afraid of was the patron saint.

These dementors seem to be unconscious.

To be precise, they have almost no entities, most of them are bodies, all wearing the illusion created by wearing a black cloak. The blowing wind bulges their bodies high and bulges, as if they have expanded many times.

In fact, it is strong outside, except for the shriveled palm, there are entities, and the whole body is almost empty.

The shriveled palm stretched forward.

"Avada So!" the man roared, waving his wand.

A series of green lights burst out unchecked.

It seems to have been hit, passing through the body, but the dementors floating in the sky still did not fall. The weird green light pierced through their bodies and flew to the sky, and finally gradually dissipated like a meteor. Lost his own power.

This is not a pure creature, Avadaso can't kill them.

And now the power of his spell has dropped drastically.

Voldemort came to this conclusion.

Then his body in midair leaned slightly to the right, avoiding the curse fired from the ground.

Under his body, the tabby cat with a frame-like lace around his eye still drags his agile body to chase.

The old lady's Animagus exploded with unimaginable agility.

Flitwick and Slughorn kept running on the grass, casting spells into the sky in an attempt to block his actions.

Furong's treatment allowed them to restore their combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

Voldemort was still flying in the sky, suddenly caught an empty space, rushed over, the only empty space in the entire dementor encirclement, in the neat row of lines, a gap was exposed.

"Felius!" Professor McGonagall yelled, "stop him!

If Voldemort escaped today, he will not know when he will come back again.

This is an excellent opportunity, Voldemort does not have the ability to kill them.

Flitwick kept shooting curses into the sky, and Voldemort waved his "wings" to dodge those dazzling curses.

This group of dementors have no desire to eat, perhaps because they perceive that he is not happy, and the emotions that are worth learning, they have nothing to do.

Thankless.

Malfoy just watched silently, watching with cold eyes, watching Voldemort run away, even closing his eyelids.

Standing behind him, Hermione noticed a trembling of his wrists and calves.

She remembered at this moment that he seemed to have been seriously injured before.

The heart hangs again.

"Help me." Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

Hermione was stunned, only to realize that Malfoy's body seemed to be weakened to the limit.

"Is this all right?" Hermione walked quickly behind Malfoy, gently supporting the crumbling boy.

"It's okay." Malfoy smiled, then continued to stare at the dim sky.

Voldemort himself could feel that the power from Hogwarts to restrict apparition was getting weaker.

He started to laugh proudly, and returned to his previous arrogant appearance, his pale face was sharply twisted, and the two slit-like noses were rarely temporarily enlarged.

Unspeakable weird and cruel.

He is about to break through the siege, leave the anti-ghosting zone, and leave Hogwarts.

Without the Horcrux, as long as he himself is still there, that is everything, and he has endless opportunities..

Horcrux must not be the only way to achieve immortality.

He is the greatest wizard, there is nothing rare to hold him.

He won the battle after all.

Maybe?

His laughter resounded crazily throughout the Quidditch stadium, chilling.

But the turning point is so abrupt.

The hoarse waves and the complacent laughter stopped abruptly, and the echoes gradually disappeared in their ears, drifting away and returning to silence.

Then everyone standing underground saw a horrible scene: Voldemort's figure flying at high speed in mid-air suddenly stopped and disappeared halfway.

It just disappeared out of thin air, like being swallowed by something.

He seized the gap and left.

"Apparition!" The students breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and exclaimed again. In any case, the enemy has left, although it may reappear at some point.However, they survived today after all.

"Hogwarts can't Apparate! That place is still within the school's range!" Professor McGonagall continued to wield her wand. She just alternated between the Animagus form and the human form just to be on the ground. To catch up with Voldemort's speed, because the cat is much more agile by this time, he has reached the highest point of the Quidditch stadium stands.

A group of students on the floor of the stadium pointed at Voldemort stagnant in the air.

Voldemort's whole body froze, as if he really hit something.

It was like being cut straight by a sharp blade, and the other half was drawn into the space of another dimension.

Many people quickly realized that it was not Apparition. The disappearance of Apparition was gradual. It was the surgeon's entire body that gradually became transparent, as clear as pure ice, and then disappeared.

Afterwards, a shiny silver fabric slowly fell from the sky, and the silver brilliance appeared from time to time, in the dim sky.

Obviously different from the mass-produced clothes just now, the silver light of this clothes is more dazzling.

Harry stared at the scene in front of him foolishly.

He couldn't be more familiar, it was his invisibility cloak.

The most powerful and the most practical among the Deathly Hallows.

The half of Voldemort's body that had disappeared just now appeared again.

Besides, in the midair, they saw a dementor, which was different from the others.

He took off his hood and revealed his ugly "mouth", which was not too appropriate.It's an ugly sucker.

The Supreme Invisibility Cloak concealed Voldemort's prying eyes.

In mid-air, Voldemort's upper body slammed into the "mouth" of the Dementor. The dementor's shriveled, acne-stricken arm was tightly held.

Voldemort didn't even have room to struggle, he seemed to be dead.

To draw the soul, for the dementor, it is only a momentary matter.

Then it spread its hands and let go of Voldemort's body.

He shook his head quite humanely.

It seems to have completely swallowed his soul, and it is not very delicious, there is no fun at all.

The invincible Voldemort defeated Dumbledore, defeated Grindelwald, escaped the death curse he bounced back, and rose again in the darkness, but in the end, he died on an inferior evil creature.

Died from one's own numbness, died from someone's elaborate tactics.

I have to say it is a kind of irony.

Countless dementors wearing inferior invisibility suits just to create the most effective trap

The body of the Dark Lord fell from the sky, with little impact, and the soft lawn absorbed a lot of strength, and it didn't let him fall to pieces.

The crowd at Hogwarts began to cheer.

Also guessed something.Of course, most of the facts are still unknown.

Malfoy smiled, although it was a little bit different from the plan, he still succeeded.

"Remember to be lighter next time you use the coma spell on me..." He turned his head again and said to the girl with his last strength.

Then, under Hermione's horrified and worried gaze, she swayed her body a few times before falling onto the soft grass.

"Draco!"

His last consciousness was Hermione calling his name in panic.

"Okay." After finishing the battlefield, Dumbledore, lying on the grass, stood up suddenly and raised his hand.

There was a dry and sincere smile on that tired face.