Chapter 661 Let it all end where it began

The snake Nagini at Voldemort's feet had scarlet eyes and stuck out her slender tongue in excitement.

The huge snake body scraped against the ground and made a splashing sound.

"Don't even think about it!" Sirius unleashed the curse brazenly, aiming directly at Nagini, but was intercepted by Voldemort on the way.

"Easy, Blake."

Voldemort shook the Elder Wand, and a jet of black light shot towards Sirius in an instant. Sirius only had time to raise the wand to block him, but he was pushed to the ground by the power of the curse, his feet were lifted off the ground, and he was thrown into the crowd. James caught it.

Although the curse was blocked, the effect of the curse itself seemed to spread along the wand to Sirius, and a jet of black air quickly spread throughout his body.

"If you want to die, I will help you, but it's not the time yet."

"Besides." Voldemort raised his eyes and looked at the angry people, "You don't want the children you are protecting behind to lose their lives, right?"

The Death Eaters behind Voldemort raised their wands with a ferocious smile, and the green light belonging to the Killing Curse flickered faintly on the tip of the wand.

Everyone did not dare to act rashly, so they could only watch with grief and anger as the snake swam, leaving a trace of scales on the stone ground, sticking out its tongue, and crawled towards Neville and Harry.

But Su Er in the crowd lit up.

Opportunity, Nagini finally left Voldemort's side.

Both parties were looking at Nagini. A whimper came from beside Soul. Ginny covered her mouth and buried her head in the arms of Mrs. Weasley beside her.

Voldemort's attention was also on Nagini at this time, so next, Harry shouldn't let Nagini eat Neville, right?

Sur watched the situation on the field and quietly reached into his pocket with his other hand.

"Oh, be gentle." A voice sounded in my mind.

Close, close, Harry, who was lying on the ground, could already smell the fishy smell in the big snake's mouth.

Of course he would not let this snake eat his good roommate and good partner.

Many young wizards present had closed their eyes tightly, unable to bear to see the scene of the cruel snake devouring people, but none of them heard the tearing sound of sharp teeth piercing through the flesh. Instead, the people next to them heard the tearing sound. Shout out in surprise---

"Harry!"

"He's not dead!"

Along with the shouts, there were explosions and snakes hissing in pain.

Of course, there was also Voldemort's angry shout.

They quickly opened their eyes and saw the big snake rolling on the ground, and Harry, who had been declared dead by Voldemort, survived again.

People had no time to be surprised or surprised, so they almost subconsciously raised their wands and released the magic.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters struck at the same time, and spells and spells collided in mid-air, splashing out with gorgeous red and green sparks.

After Harry released the blasting spell, he immediately turned around and dragged Neville away from the battlefield.

Members of the Order cover for him.

The scene suddenly became chaotic. Harry, who had obviously been hit by the Killing Curse, came back from the dead. This was beyond Mr. Voldemort's understanding of the Killing Curse. He had no time to be surprised. Snape beside him also officially jumped at this time. !

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Voldemort was caught off guard and was injured by this transparent wind blade.

Blood dripped down.

Voldemort's reaction was not unpleasant. He turned the gun in the next moment and fired a killing curse. However, Snape was no longer where he was. He had escaped after the blow.

The big snake ate a blasting spell from close range. Although its scales were hard enough, the damage erupted from within. Nagini was lying on the stone slab and writhing in pain. Her tail hit the stone slab hard and she let out a burst of energy. There was a burst of neighing, not to mention the cooked ducks that flew away with their wings.

This was an excellent opportunity. With Snape's sudden betrayal and Harry's resurrection from the dead, even a dark wizard with rich experience like Voldemort could not remain absolutely calm at this moment.

Soul, who had been waiting for a long time, took this opportunity and ran towards Nagini. During the attack, a gleaming sword was already in his hand.

"How dare you!!!" Voldemort's narrow eyes widened and he shouted angrily. The hand holding the Elder Wand was already raised, but it was already too late.

The sunlight shines on the surface of the sharp blade, and silver light flashes.

Sur held the sword in both hands, raising the sharp blade diagonally from bottom to top.

Pfft...

This sword, made with all the efforts of the goblin, has not lost its sharpness after thousands of years. Cutting through the snake's body is as refreshing as cutting through a piece of tender tofu.

Nagini's snake mouth was still wide open in pain from the blasting spell just now, but its cruel snake pupils were no longer bright.

The huge black snake head fell to the ground with a 'plop', and the snake body without the head was still twitching and twisting on the stone slab due to the influence of the last nerve reflex.

Voldemort staggered a step, pain flashed across his face, but the next moment, he raised his head and stared at Sur, who was holding a sword in both hands.

The red light in his eyes was like a raging flame. The magic spell that was flickering on the tip of the staff was extinguished for a moment due to Nagini's death, but in the next moment, it used extreme anger as the material to quickly burn with a green light.

"You!! Deserve!! Die!!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth and spit out the characters one by one.

A green light that was much more dazzling than the one released by his subordinates shot out instantly, pointing directly at Sur with irresistible pressure.

However, a bright fire lit up, blocking the path of this indomitable killing curse.

The cry of the phoenix echoed throughout this small square.

Fox, it blocked this killing curse for Soul.

As the firelight dissipated, a tall figure in white robes appeared in front of Sur, carefully catching Fawkes, the young bird that had to pass into nirvana due to the Killing Curse.

That is----

"Dumbledore?!!"

The fiercely fighting crowd tacitly stopped what they were doing and screamed out in surprise, doubt, and fear, but they shouted the same name.

"Tick tock..." A drop of blood dripped from the tear in the wizard's robe on Voldemort's side, splashing a cloud of dust.

There was an eerie silence in the field, and everyone looked at Voldemort and Dumbledore in the center of the battlefield.

Voldemort's eyes shrank sharply, looking at that figure in disbelief.

"We meet again, Tom." Dumbledore had the same smile on his face as before, as gentle as meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Surprise, anger, doubt, embarrassment after being deceived, and a touch of deep fear, all kinds of emotions were clearly changing on Voldemort's face.

It's now, it's now.

He couldn't tell that this was a trap carefully laid by Dumbledore.

"Hoo." He breathed and slowly turned his head to look at Snape, who had appeared beside Soul at some point and was standing quietly.

"Severus, did you lie to me?"

"Obviously, my dear 'Master'." Snape bowed slightly, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

This scene made Sur couldn't help but cry.

That year, that rooftop, that man’s classic lines.

"Sorry, I'm a police officer."

Voldemort closed his eyes, opened them again, and his expression darkened.

"When?"

He couldn't understand that he had always believed so much in the Snape in front of him, the Snape who had been following him since the incident.

Faced with this question, a heavy sadness flashed across Snape's face, and in the crowd, Harry also looked at him with a complicated expression.

"I understand." A mocking smile appeared on Voldemort's face, "A woman, haha, just because of a woman."

"You don't have what Severus has, Tom." Dumbledore said softly, "You don't understand at all, you don't understand what 'love' is."

Voldemort's face flashed with anger, but the next moment, he took a deep breath, suppressed this emotion in his heart, and looked at Dumbledore again.

"I have to say, this is indeed a brilliant plan, Dumbledore."

"But do you think you have a chance to win? Dumbledore?"

"I'm afraid so, Tom." Dumbledore smiled gently, stretched out his palm, and chanted softly, "Here comes the Elder Wand."

Voldemort grasped the hard-won wand in his hand with all his strength, but he had already decided to leave the elder wand. He could feel that the wand that belonged to him was eager to return to the arms of its master.

"Whoosh."

The Elder Wand finally struggled out of Voldemort's hand, traced a trajectory in the air, and was finally held in Dumbledore's hand.

"I don't think either Ollivander or Gregorovitch told you that the Elder Wand will only surrender to the strong and the new owner who defeats its original owner."

Dumbledore stepped forward, waved his wand, and struck Voldemort with the golden chain.

But as Voldemort is a profound and talented dark wizard, the absence of a wand does not mean that he cannot cast spells. The black robe is rolled up, the chains are missing, and Voldemort appears again on the other side, and at the same time, he has an extra wand in his hand.

That was the thornwood wand of his most loyal subordinate, Bellatrix.

"You couldn't kill me ten years ago, and you still can't kill me now!" Voldemort stood dozens of steps away from Dumbledore, with a gloomy expression on his face. He was confident that the Horcrux he had hidden deep inside him They are his confidence.

"Really?" Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the chains hit Voldemort again.

As a matter of course, Voldemort escaped once again and appeared on the other side as a black mist.

"I know what you rely on, have you ever thought about it, Tom." Dumbledore didn't care at all that Voldemort escaped his second attack.

"What if I prepare for this as well?"

"Impossible!" Voldemort categorically interrupted Dumbledore, "You will never know how far I have gone on the road to eternal life——"

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Riddle." Sule said at this time.

"Who are you?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at Sur.

"Speaking of which, this is the third time we have met, Mr. Riddle." Sule said softly, "Of course a person as big as you won't remember me. Thanks to you, I died in your father's cemetery. "

"Three times? Cemetery?"

Memories flashed in Voldemort's mind,

"Remind you, the second meeting was at the Ministry of Magic. Also, my name is Soul Bones." Soul reminded kindly.

"Abo Nockhan?!" Voldemort remembered. On the night of his resurrection, a young wizard died there. The most important thing to him at that time was the resurrection ceremony. Sur said to him at that time It is indeed an ant. Who cares about a dead body that can only fill Nagini's belly?

"You didn't even-"

"Yes, I survived the Killing Curse." Soul said with certainty, ignoring the shock in Voldemort's eyes, "End of self-introduction, if I guess correctly, the so-called immortality in your mouth is actually just relying on some Gadgets do it, right?”

Although he asked rhetorically, his tone was extremely affirmative.

"For example." Soul looked at Dumbledore, who nodded knowingly, waved his wand lightly, and a locket fell from the sky.

"I believe it looks familiar to you, right? This Slytherin locket."

"you..."

Voldemort's eyes widened instantly. Although the expression on his face was still gloomy, the active fluctuations in his eyes betrayed his inner mood at this time. Nervous? panic? With a hint of fear?

maybe. .

"So what." Voldemort's thoughts were racing, but his tone remained calm, "Since you can find this locket, then you must also be able to think of--"

"Of course we can guess that there is more than one Horcrux, Mr. Riddle." Before Voldemort could finish speaking, Soul interrupted him.

"Whoosh--whoosh--"

Everyone watched the changes in the situation in stunned silence, watching three new items flying out of the principal's office.

"Thank you Mr. Lucius who is still sleeping in the auditorium." Suer reached out and caught the first thing that flew down, a notebook with a dry black hole in the center. "When you were seventeen, you killed Tao Jin Niang made the first Horcrux with this."

Soul threw it away casually, and the notebook fell to the ground with a thud.

"The second piece, Hufflepuff's golden cup, was hidden by you in the vault of Ms. Lestrange's house."

"How dare you!!" Bella screamed, with fear on her face. She raised her hand and grabbed the wand of her companion, and when she raised it, she cast a killing curse.

Snape stepped forward and with a slight wave, the killing curse was deflected from its trajectory and reflected back, causing the Death Eaters to dodge.

Soul ignored the crazy woman.

With Voldemort's increasingly gloomy expression, he loosened his grip just like throwing his notebook, and the gold cup with burnt marks in the middle fell onto the stone floor with a crisp sound.

"Mr. Riddle must be familiar with this ring, right?" Sur, adhering to the principle of never giving up until it is irritating, slowly and leisurely caught a ring from Voldemort's murderous gaze. He said it was a ring, but the gems inlaid on it had already been removed. Gone missing.

"This ring passed down from your family, tsk..." Suer shook his head, "You must be wondering, where did the gems on the ring go?"

"You know what? It has a coveted name."

"The Resurrection Stone."

Soul continued what he had just done and threw the ring gently, ignoring the shock on Voldemort's face when he heard the name.

"Yes, just as you thought, Mr. Riddle, you must have heard of the names of the Three Hallows of Death?"

"But that's not important." Suer smiled, "Which item is this? Oh, yes, then the fifth item is next."

"Nagini, that big snake, I think, Mr. Riddle, you are responsible for the death of Bertha Jorkins, aren't you?"

Voldemort looked at the frustrated Soul coldly and said nothing, but he was quietly relieved in his heart. There was another piece, Ravenclaw's diadem, which he had hidden in the most secret place of the castle. As long as he pulled the Vinclaw's crown has not yet been discovered, so he still has a chance of survival.

"The sixth item..." Soul drawled.

Voldemort's heart skipped a beat and his expression changed slightly, but he recovered in the next second.

Who is Old Bee? I'm afraid he has experienced more things than Voldemort has ever eaten. The subtle and brief changes in his expression have long fallen into his eyes. On the surface, he is silent, but the magic power in his body has been mobilized by him to guard against Voldemort. fight to the death or escape.

"This Horcrux is very interesting." Suer smiled, "It is related to our savior."

Everyone who was forced to eat melon immediately turned their attention to Harry, and then all looked at Soul.

"You must be wondering why Harry didn't die even though he was killed by the Killing Curse. This is the interesting part, because your Killing Curse killed yourself, Mr. Riddle."

Voldemort's eyes fluctuated, but he couldn't help but ask.

"why?"

"It's a long story. I'm afraid Principal Dumbledore is not willing to give me that much more time." Suer spread his hands.

"It doesn't matter, let's make a long story short." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Tom must be very curious about where he lost."

"Okay." Soul nodded, "I think Mr. Riddle must have noticed the inexplicable connection between himself and Harry. That's because Harry has a soul fragment in his body. The night you broke into Godric's Hollow, , Harry's mother sacrificed herself to deflect your Killing Curse. Under the influence of the Sacrificial Talisman, your soul possessed Harry without your knowledge. This is also the origin of the scar on his forehead. .”

"That's why I said, you killed yourself."

"Here you are, destroying your last Horcrux."

"Kill me?" Voldemort said to himself, and then smiled coldly, "Interesting, so interesting."

At the same time, he also noticed the key word in Su Er's mouth---'the last thing'

This also means that the crown has not been found, and they do not know which Horcrux!

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, and regained some confidence in his eyes.

"If these are the only things that make you think you have mastered everything about me, then we might as well give it a try and see if we can keep me here!"

With that said, Voldemort raised the wand he took from Bella.

"Don't worry yet, Tom." Dumbledore said softly, "Did you forget that there is another Horcrux?"

"Oh, sorry, Professor Dumbledore." Soul patted his head lightly, "Yes, there is one more thing."

As Voldemort's eyes gradually changed color, Soul bared his teeth and smiled.

"Ravencla's diadem, isn't it? Mr. Riddle?"

There was an obvious look of panic on Voldemort's face. At this moment, the great Dark Lord completely broke his guard. He truly felt the approach of death, as if he saw the scythe that was ready to swing down at any time.

"Everyone! Listen to my order! Take action!!"

At the same time as he said these words, the wand that originally belonged to Bellatrix was raised high, and a burst of black mist instantly swept him into the sky.

No one took action, oh, there were still some die-hard Death Eaters, such as Bella, but as soon as they raised their wands, they were disarmed by their original companions next to them.

"You!" Bella had just spat out her frightened and angry words when someone on the other side had already cast a tongue-locking spell.

"Uh-huh...uh-huh..." A string of syllables of unknown meaning came out of Bella's sealed mouth. Combined with her crazy expression, they were probably some words with a high maternal content.

Who cares?

Everyone looked towards the direction where Voldemort was escaping, but Dumbledore just waved his wand lightly.

A surge of powerful magic power turned into golden chains and shot towards Voldemort in mid-air like electricity.

It's not so easy to dodge this time.

The chain straightened instantly, and Dumbledore gently returned his arm.

As fast as Voldemort ran, the faster he came back.

"boom!"

Slate: I'm cracked.

The cracks centered on Voldemort and spread in all directions, like a spider web.

Voldemort was tightly bound, "Pfft..." He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Soul looked at Voldemort who was like a caterpillar and couldn't help but sigh at his tenacity. It would be difficult for a normal person to survive after being hit like this.

But Voldemort is still alive?

He glanced at the men on both ends of the snake and rat side and laughed miserably.

"Ahem...ahem...Dumbledore."

"Don't think that if you kill me, this will end. Without me, there are still thousands of me!"

"But at that time, it had nothing to do with me." Dumbledore smiled softly. After releasing the curse, he seemed to be dozens of years older than his original age, and his back was no longer so straight.

"I think it's time for you to recognize the reality. Listen, the legions you left outside may also meet their end at this time."

Voldemort turned around with difficulty and saw the magical animals flying in the sky, piercing the ground like eagles, the roar of the giant, and---

"Ahem..." He turned around and looked at Dumbledore, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he said softly after vomiting a mouthful of blood again.

"You want my life? Do something you've never been willing to do?"

"I really want to do this, Tom." Dumbledore staggered a few times and almost fell, but Soul stepped forward to support him.

"Ahem, but I don't have this ability now. The price to pay for escaping from the hands of death is much higher than I imagined."

"Although I can't do it, I think there will be someone willing to do it for me."

"Leave it to you, Soul. You must have not forgotten the death curse that Severus taught you, right?"

Sur shook his head slightly, turned his head to look at Harry in the crowd, and smiled slightly.

"I think there's a better person to do this than me, Professor."

"Let this end where it began."

ps: It’s over. From December 2022 to today, November 12, I have experienced a whole spring and autumn. This is my first book. There are many readers who have been with me all the way from when I first wrote this book. I have come this far, and I am honored that you are willing to tolerate my shortcomings.

Of course, we must also thank our fellow travelers who came along the way.

There was a period of time in which I thought that I would just be a eunuch. Anyway, I am not the first author to do this.

But when I saw you chatting so happily, I asked myself, is abandoning you something I really want to do? Am I willing?

The answer is that I am not willing to do it, and I don’t want to do it.

So, I persisted, and with your encouragement, this book reached its final chapter.

In one spring and autumn, I gained a lot and felt a lot.

I won’t write it down here because it seems like I’m a 30-year-old man who is pretentious.

Anyway, thank you for accompanying me all the way.

See you in the next book.