Chapter 689 Didn’t you notice?

Bellatrix, the most vicious, cruel and notorious Death Eater, was defeated. People cheered instantly in the auditorium, and victory was getting closer!

Suddenly, a shocking loud noise drowned out the cheers in the auditorium, and a stone wall of the auditorium collapsed. The rubble happened to bury the unconscious Bellatrix, leaving her dead and alive.

People in the auditorium screamed and fled one after another, away from the collapsed stone wall and the black and white substance-like thick fog that flew in from the gap.

Soon, the smoke cleared and the thick fog receded. Ada and Voldemort stood opposite each other in the great hall. Their robes were dusty and their chests were heaving violently.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes turned, and he saw Nagini, who had been cut into three pieces and could be cooked, and Bellatrix who was buried.

The last Horcrux, the most loyal servant, was lost, and Voldemort's anger exploded like a bomb. With a wave of his wand, Voldemort's spell lit up the entire auditorium!

But Voldemort's powerful curse had no effect, and Ada's iron armor curse across the center of the auditorium blocked it.

Voldemort made a hissing sound from his mouth, and even his breathing made people shudder. Everyone could clearly feel his anger and the strong killing intent emanating from him.

"What a shame, she was once a very beautiful woman."

Ada's eyes stayed on Nagini, who was cut into three pieces. She sighed with a little regret, but what was more in her heart was joy.

Harry Potter has been "killed" by Voldemort himself, and now Nagini has also been cut off, which means that Voldemort has lost all his Horcruxes, and he has returned to a mortal body and an ordinary person who can be killed. .

This is the best news so far. Now Ada only needs to defeat Voldemort and kill the Dark Lord, and everything will be over.

"You are also a beautiful woman. I will sigh over your body later." Voldemort's voice was colder than the cold wind howling outside, as if it was the ice from hell.

There was a deathly silence in the auditorium. Even if victory was close at hand, Voldemort could still bring pressure like mountains and seas to everyone, making people breathless.

People looked at Ada and Voldemort who were looking at each other, waiting for the two to end today's war.

Gradually, some people overcame the fear in their hearts and held the wand in their hands tighter, while others summoned up all their courage and walked out directly, wanting to besiege Voldemort.

This courage inspired more people, and more and more people stood up to face Voldemort, like a vast ocean that wanted to swallow Voldemort up.

Voldemort looked around with red eyes and a disdainful smile on his face. He didn't care about the resistance of these people. All he cared about was Ada and Harry.

One has strength that rivals his own, and the other is the child of the prophecy.

"Let me do it!" Harry shouted, walking up to Ada.

In the silent auditorium where breathing could be heard clearly, Harry's voice carried far away like a horn. He said: "Let me come, Ada. Let me defeat Voldemort, just like the prophecy."

Voldemort's eyes were focused on Harry and he said: "This is not your style, Potter. Shouldn't you be using Drizzt as a shield? Just like you have been hiding behind Dumbledore."

"Ah... I understand. You once again escaped by chance, giving you the courage to resist Lord Voldemort, and that prophecy... it must be like this." Voldemort continued, "Stupid, pathetic, Harry Potter .”

Harry wanted to say something to retort, but Ada had already passed him and blocked him.

Harry looked at Ada's back, watching her earnestly and meticulously arranging the broken hair on her forehead and temples, smoothing them back one by one, and tucking them behind her ears one by one.

"Stand back, Harry. He is mine." Ada said, her voice not loud, but with an unmistakable flavor.

Voldemort's laughter became louder, and he mocked: "You and he are the same, both are puppets in Dumbledore's hands. They will only hide behind the adults and cry in grievance."

"Indeed." Ada actually nodded and admitted, "That's because there are people in this world who are worthy of our reliance, some who are worthy of our trust, and some who are worthy of protecting with all our strength."

Ada's green eyes held a bit of compassion, but more of a disdain for Voldemort.

She continued: "And you have nothing, no one to rely on, no one to trust, no one to trust... you're a poor thing."

"You, you, you are the wretches!" Voldemort retorted loudly, "Great people do not need to rely on others. That is a sign of weakness. You will never be able to reach the heights I have reached!"

"You say you don't understand, but you really don't understand at all." Ada laughed, as if she felt that trying to reason with Voldemort was a very stupid thing to do. She was extremely stupid.

Those who live in isolation are either gods or beasts.

Obviously, Voldemort, who lived in isolation, was not a god, but he regarded himself as a "god" and boasted of his greatness.

On the contrary to Voldemort, Ada, who also set foot on the mountain top, never felt that she was great, and she could not do those great things. Although she has never reached such heights, Ada has witnessed the birth of greatness more than once.

"My greatness cannot be questioned by you!" Voldemort said coldly. He kept stroking his wand, suppressing the murderous intention in his heart and not taking action.

It's not that he is restrained, but he wants to know more secrets from Ada.

Voldemort wanted to know how Harry Potter escaped the Killing Curse again. Did he master magic that he didn't know, or did he hide a more powerful "weapon"?

That's why Voldemort didn't choose to take action again, but confronted Ada while thinking about his next step.

"I am merciful and decide to let you die." Ada said, imitating Voldemort's way of speaking, "I will tell you where you lost."

"Haha, then I'll be all ears to hear how you made me understand!" Voldemort sneered.

As he said that, the two confronting people actually circled in the auditorium.

The crowd around them was frozen, as if they were petrified. There were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and it seemed like they were the only ones breathing.

Ada moved her steps slowly, and said, "Speaking of this, I have to mention the prophecy that haunts you."

Many years ago at the Hog's Head Bar, Sybill Trelawney predicted Voldemort's failure and the savior who would defeat the Dark Lord.

After learning about this prophecy, Voldemort was worried that the things in the prophecy would happen and that the child in the prophecy would become his powerful enemy, so he made a hasty decision to kill the child in the prophecy at all costs.

However, the prophecy that Voldemort received was incomplete. He only knew that "the person capable of defeating the Dark Lord was approaching", but he did not know that he had personally labeled the opponent as a powerful enemy and pushed himself to a dead end.

"You are arrogant, you are proud, and you will never allow anyone to threaten you, so you want to strangle the prophesied child in the cradle." Ada continued, "It is because of your arrogance and pride that you did not kill Potter. The couple takes it seriously and kills them without hesitation just because they block your way."

"We all know the result. You were defeated by the mudblood you despised, and you were defeated by the love you despised."

Voldemort snorted, of course he knew the reason for his first failure, that's why he wanted to use Harry Potter's blood to resurrect, and that's why he spied on the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries in order to get a complete prophecy.

"But I'm back, stronger than before!" Voldemort said, "I killed that mudblood like an ant, love did not protect her. And Dumbledore, he claimed that love can conquer death, lovely But it didn’t stop him from falling from the tower, and he fell to pieces like an old wax figure!”

"Yes, you are back." Ada said, and the two of them were still circling face to face. "But if you haven't learned the lessons from failure, so what if you can come back a hundred times?"

Saints will not be defeated twice by the same trick, but Voldemort fell in the same pit over and over again, and he did not have a long memory at all.

"Haven't you discovered yet?" Ada asked, "From the moment you and I fought in the playground to the moment we crashed into this auditorium, the people who fell to the ground wailing were all Death Eaters loyal to you."

"Did you really not notice it?"