Chapter 476

The two of them almost lost their balance when Bellatrix, who was opposite them, suddenly had a face full of surprise.

An ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

Voldemort.

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Voldemort took action.

He waited for a while to confirm whether Dumbledore had been poisoned by him.

After seeing Hogwarts become precarious under the offensive and Dumbledore never showed up, Voldemort knew he had succeeded.

Without John and Dumbledore, Hogwarts could not pose any threat to him at the moment.

Voldemort is gone. With the blessing of the magical star wand, his magic is like a god walking on earth, with terrifying power.

Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.

The three of them worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they still continued to retreat under Voldemort's attacks.

One person beat three people.

And they are all three powerful wizards.

With level six magic power, he was suppressed by one person and had no power to fight back.

Although Slughorn is old and not a combat wizard, he is still amazing enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and spoke his signature spell.

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light flew towards the three of them, and Slughorn dragged his heavy body and tripped over a stone to avoid it.

Green light hit the castle, and the magic on it was broken in an instant.

Facing his former teacher, Voldemort showed no mercy.

On the contrary, he looked at Slughorn with extremely cold eyes and said hypocritically: "I thought you wouldn't be so confused, Horace?"

"Such resistance, and being my enemy."

With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked condescendingly at Slughorn.

"You turned a blind eye to my invitation and came to this already rotten school."

"I once admired you and imitated you in building my own connections. You have let me down, Horace."

Professor McGonagall helped Slughorn up. Facing the proud disciple he once taught, Slughorn said angrily: "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, Riddle!"

"Don't call that name!"

When Voldemort heard that surname that disgusted him, he became extremely angry.

He raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark into the sky.

Announced to everyone, the fall of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall turned pale and said angrily: "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."

"Really, he should be dying soon." Voldemort sneered, "He shrinks up and doesn't show up. Do you think he can really save you?"

Voldemort, convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, looked at the tragic situation at Hogwarts.

This place used to be like home to him.

After he graduated, he also applied to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, hoping to stay.

However, the principal at the time refused his employment because he was too young.

After a few years, Voldemort thought he had settled down and became proficient in many magics.

The principal at that time was Dumbledore, but he was still rejected.

Twice rejected by the being that he considered 'home', Voldemort's strong feelings for this place turned into a curse for everyone who stole his place.

Now, the home is destroyed.

It doesn't matter. After Voldemort becomes immortal, he will build a new school for this place that belongs only to him.

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Chapter 499 The Fall of Hogwarts

Who can deal with Voldemort?

Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore.

Only him.

Only the greatest wizard in the world can deal with the most evil Dark Lord.

Just as Professor McGonagall and the others have always believed, as long as Dumbledore is still there, nothing will happen to Hogwarts.

This is what the students believe in, their Dumbledore's existence.

Hogwarts was divided into two sides.

On one side are the attackers led by Voldemort, and on the other side are the guardians composed of students.

The giant stopped, and the dark creatures lurked in the darkness, waiting for opportunities to move.

Hogwarts is beleaguered from all sides and they have only one hope.

"I give you a choice so that you can continue to live in this world."

The high, shrill voice echoed throughout Hogwarts, and Voldemort was sure of victory.

"Show me your sincerity, starting with that savior, hand him over."

Voldemort remembered his prophecy, even though it was nothing compared to eternity.

"We have won. The number of you resisters has been reduced by more than half. The number of my men is several times that of yours. There is no need to continue to resist. No matter men, women or children, any resisters will be killed."

He wanted to completely crush the unrealistic hopes of Hogwarts, whether it was the savior or Dumbledore.

"Bring out your savior and I will crush your last hope."

"It's like a duel. This is your only choice."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Hogwarts, three Professors McGonagall were injured, and Professor Sprout covered his mouth.

Hogwarts was quiet, Hagrid was captured.

Forced to kneel there, a dozen giants made it impossible for him to break out.

From behind the blown oak door, students slowly walked out.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and said in an almost pleading tone, "Please, Harry, no."

Ron also stopped Harry.

Not only the two of them, but all the Gryffindor students told Harry not to go there.

Harry tightened his wand and said decisively: "This is my destiny."

He got rid of Hermione's hand and walked past Ron, ignoring Seamus and Dean's dissuasion.

Only he knows the current situation.

Dumbledore was poisoned, and Voldemort had an absolute advantage, so only he could stand up.

The one who can fight to protect is the savior!

A path parted through the crowd, and Harry emerged from it.

Professor McGonagall said in horror: "Don't go there, Harry."

"I have to go," Harry told Professor McGonagall firmly.

He walked out into the hall.

Although sometimes, he doesn't act very sensible and makes people think that he is too impulsive and too emotional.

But he is only sixteen years old.

At this age, he became the one to die without hesitation.

"Why is this happening?" cried the emotional man.

Voldemort was very happy to see Harry come out.

"Come here, yes," Voldemort glanced at Harry with his narrow eyes and said sadly, "Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord?"

Voldemort roared: "Lies!"

"This is a lie that has kept you deceived for fifteen years."

"You think you can become my enemy?" Voldemort let out a mocking laugh, "You should still remember how to duel, Harry Potter?"

Just like they had in the cemetery, Voldemort and Harry stood face to face.

With his heart twitching, Harry squeezed the wand tightly, but did not dare to hold it too firmly.

The muscles in his arms were too tight, making it difficult for him to raise his hands.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The two of them shot at the same time, and green and red lightning touched together.

A bright light appeared, but it was a one-sided situation.

Without the help of his brother's wand core, Harry would not be able to fight against a master who has been using dark magic for decades.

But even so, all the aura of the savior has been lost.

Harry Potter is still a brave Gryffindor!

The green light quickly approached Harry, reaching the tip of the staff in almost a short breath.

Harry's face was reflected miserably by the green light.

He was so suppressed by this powerful magic that he had to hold the wand with both hands, and he was forced to kneel down bit by bit.

"Kneel down, Harry!"

Voldemort's laughter filled with pleasure and cruelty rang in his ears.

As the green light was about to engulf Harry, beautiful singing sounded to inspire people.

Harry's persistence could not overcome the huge difference in strength, and the green light was about to engulf him in an instant.

The phoenix descended from the sky and swallowed the deadly green light with its life body bathed in fire.

Flames ignited in front of Harry, his wand was charred and he hurriedly reached out to catch the fallen chick.

Voldemort was not surprised but overjoyed, and laughed and said: "Dumbledore, you are finally out."

Dumbledore walked out of Hogwarts under the expectant eyes of everyone.

Voldemort immediately looked at Dumbledore's hand. Not even one night passed, and three fingers on that hand turned black.

It emanates a curse of decay, death, and malice.

Snape stood in the crowd, his eyes falling on Harry who fell to the ground.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Let us face each other again, Tom."

"Dumbledore," Voldemort said sadly, "you are only one step away from death. You should regret it all the time."

I don’t know if Voldemort was talking about his intention to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or if he was talking about something else.

"I regret it all the time, but it's not because of you."

Dumbledore calmly raised his wand.

The two most powerful wizards in the world faced each other for the third time.

Unlike at the Ministry of Magic, now Voldemort was the one with the upper hand.