Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 422: The final duel

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

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

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

The golden-red flaming lion instantly melted into a trace of fire, and drifted away in the wind.

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

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

Everyone feels awkward. This wand is full. They can hardly imagine why a wand has such a humane emotion. Then they realized that the battle was turned around again, Dumbledore He was seriously injured, and Grindelwald seemed to be implicated.

The situation is back to the beginning.

It was even slightly worse because of morale.

Before, they faced this battle with the mentality of fighting to the death, but the appearance of Dumbledore gave them hope, but now they are facing the status quo of shattered hope.

The ups and downs made their minds excited.

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

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

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

"Dumbledore, you can die." Voldemort said triumphantly

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

The power of life and death has changed.

While chanting the spell, a figure suddenly appeared in Voldemort's scarlet pupils, blocking Dumbledore, who was already weakened to the extreme.

An irresistible sense of astonishment rises.

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

For a while, he didn't want to explore the changes in this, just killing her again.

The figure is Hermione who is here.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

"Are you okay?"

Hermione naturally has no concept of her own "stand-in".

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

She had to run over, and at the same time she came over, she saw the scene now.

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

The information contained in it was a bit huge, but the decision was made without hesitation, and Dumbledore was suddenly blocked 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 casts a spell at will.

The witch aroused his anger and made him feel mocked.

Various evil curses came oncoming, and the girl swayed from left to 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 forcibly.

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

"Avada Suo Ming!"

Harry and Ron wanted to fly over, but they were held back by the students present. They only saw the strange arc of green light and flew past.

Watching his friend head toward death in despair.

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

The extremely swift, horrible spell enveloping death, flew straight towards her.

The green light is lingering, and the green dots as large as mosquitoes and flies in the distance gradually become larger in Hermione's line of sight.

For a while, 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 have persisted for so long anyhow"

She thought of her excellent Ols results in a ghostly manner. Indeed, facing this light, Hermione had almost no way to 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 it seemed to freeze, and everything was silent.

Is this the feeling of death? She asked herself in her heart.

However, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and she didn't have the slightest feeling of being hit.

I'm not dead?

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

First a faint golden touch came into view, followed by a complete figure.

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

She thought she had hallucinations.

She was very 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 back in front of me 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 came before her eyes.

But these are not the most important.

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

This symbolizes the curse of death?

Why.

The tremor 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 storm in my mind, and the sleeping memory was awakened in an instant.

This scene, at this moment, is so familiar.

Life is still hanging by a thread.

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

Dark and dark, in the dark and closed chamber, a thick and fast basilisk slid quickly on the dark floor, wandering over, a man with a savage 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 his wand to open the hideous fangs.

Everything is so familiar.

She remembered it all.

And...

She woke up in the white bed.

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

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

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 were 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 wished it was a nightmare. She also hoped that she would never remember the blocked memory before. In that case, maybe, he wouldn't need to...

"Don't?"

"Don't want something?"

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

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

"The vanishing cabinet is broken, but you will lose money."

Malfoy yawned at the right time, squinted his eyes, and then focused on the powerful 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 stop sliding 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 widened, and she covered her lips with her hand, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Malfoy couldn't see all of this. He was now looking at Voldemort intently.

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

What happened just now?

Avada Suo, who was unfavorable, was bounced away lightly?

Everyone present was in shock.

Even the most powerful wizard, to dissolve this curse, requires extremely high skills.

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

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

"No." He flatly refused.

The people 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 So!" 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 recite the curse. He turned slightly and blocked it with his wand. A white light flashed, colliding with the strange green light, creating a strange arc, flying straight into the air, and then gradually Fading disappears into the 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 didn’t use 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 my magic power cannot be fully used.

Only this can explain.

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 okay to use his original yew wand.

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

"The dignified Dark Lord, is completely addicted to the power of foreign objects, isn't it too ridiculous." 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

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

"What do you know."

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

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

He was supported by a student at this time. The burst of air just now lifted him high, and then fell heavily. Fortunately, he finally cast a Levitating Charm on himself, and he didn’t become 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 honourable man who sings love, is lying on the grass at this time, dying humblely."

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

Voldemort did not understand Malfoy's words.

"Avada Suo Ming!"

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

Bounced away again.

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

"Why." Voldemort's expression sank 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, thinking.

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

"Slytherin's locket." He continued.

"Another 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 is uttered, Voldemort's expression darkens.

"Then, you killed Nagini too? Didn't you? Just now." Voldemort asked sharply.

"It was just a container of your Horcrux once, but it's not anymore." Malfoy uttered his inference.

"Your last soul fragment 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 part of his memory with him," Malfoy nodded.

"I saw... the most brutal Dark Lord in the world did such a thing." Malfoy said mockingly.

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

Just now, Snape's betrayal didn't deal a heavy blow to his confidence.

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

The two old men were solved by him.

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 spells.

He will make a comeback in the future.

Phantom shift is still unavailable.

But he can 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 swift.

Then Voldemort felt a throbbing nausea.

Despair, greed, anger, jealousy, fear, these negative emotions 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.

Spreads of shiny silver cloth scattered from mid-air, under the dim sky, like a broken galaxy.

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

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

A frightening and shocking scene appeared.

Beyond their understanding.

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

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

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

Subconsciously, they think this group of monsters and Voldemort are more compatible with each other.

Of course, that's what I think.

In any case, more friends are better 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 looks like Voldemort's demon The curse was still very powerful and soon destroyed everything.

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

He doesn't know how to protect the gods.

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

But the dementors are indifferent, because they don't seem to be afraid, because the only thing they fear is the Patronus Charm.

These dementors seem to be unconscious.

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

Actually, it is strong outside and inside. Except for the shriveled palms, 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 that it was hit. It passed 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 The meteor ignited its 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 spell shot from the ground.

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

The old lady's Animagus exploded with unimaginable agility.

Flitwick and Slughorn kept running on the grass, casting spells into the sky, trying 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. He suddenly caught an empty space and rushed over. The only empty space in the entire dementor circle revealed a gap in the neat rows of queues.

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

If Voldemort escaped today, then he will not know when he will make a comeback again.

This is a great opportunity. Voldemort doesn't have the ability to kill them anymore.

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

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

Thanksgiving.

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

Hermione stood behind him and noticed some trembling of his wrists and calves.

At this moment, she remembered 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 okay?" 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 and weaker.

He started to laugh proudly, and returned to his previous madness, his pale face was sharply distorted, 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. .

The 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 frantically throughout the Quidditch stadium, chilling.

But the turning point is so abrupt.

The hoarse and wild waves, complacent, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and the echo 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. Anyway, the enemy is gone, although it may be used to reappear at some point. However, they survived today after all.

"Hogwarts can't Apparate! That place is still within the school's confines!" Professor McGonagall continued to wave her wand. She just alternated between the Animagus form and the human form. In order to catch up with Voldemort's speed on the ground, because the cat is much more sensitive at this time, it has reached the highest point of the Quidditch stadium stands.

A group of students on the ground of the stadium pointed to the stagnant Voldemort in mid-air.

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

It's like being cut straight by a sharp blade, and the other half is 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 becoming 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

It is obviously different from the mass-produced clothes just now, the silver light of this clothes is even 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.

In addition, 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 hit the dementor's "mouth". The dementor's shriveled, acne-prone, decayed arm was tightly held.

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

Sucking the soul is just a momentary thing for the dementor.

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

Humanly shook his head.

It seems to have completely swallowed his soul, and it's 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 dark, but in the end, he died on an inferior evil creature.

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

I have to say it is a kind of irony.

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

The body of the Dark Lord fell from the sky, the impact was not strong, the soft lawn absorbed a lot of force, did not let him fall to pieces~IndoMTL.com~Everyone at Hogwarts began to cheer.

I guessed a bit too. 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 all his 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, who was lying on the grass, stood up suddenly and raised his hand.

A dry and sincere smile appeared on that tired face.