some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1104 I want to... kill people!
Scottish Highlands,
Located in the northwest of Britain, it is inaccessible and the environment is harsh.

Here are the landforms left by the ice age, rugged mountains, and ice fields covered with boulders.

Voldemort walked barefoot in the vast snow, leaving clear footprints one by one.

The location where the Dark Mark was summoned was in Malfoy Manor, but the Dark Lord didn't go there directly.

He made a slight detour and came here.

The reason is also very simple:
Suddenly there was a strong magical wave here.

With such fluctuations, it is obvious that someone is fighting, and only Grindelwald and Dumbledore can produce this effect.

This is a pleasant surprise.

Grindelwald refused to tell him the location of the battle.

Probably because he was afraid that he would take the head.

Voldemort didn't expect that he happened to feel the magic breath on the way.

Now that you have met, what else can you say?
No matter who beats Dumbledore, he Voldemort will help!
However, the best situation is that both losers.

Voldemort knocked the head off, snatched the old wand, and finally got rid of Grindelwald, the outdated first-generation Dark Lord.

The backstab thing... Voldemort did it best.

Don't look at him on the surface respecting the old man Grindelwald, but in his heart he looks down on this loser.

If it weren't for the rise of Stark, which brought unimaginable obstacles to his great cause, Voldemort would never have asked the bad old man for help.

How can the winners stay with the losers... Go eat the dust!
Following the desolate ground, Voldemort walked towards the mountainside step by step.

The traces of the battle were very obvious. Halfway through, he even encountered a massive avalanche.

Voldemort magically opened his way, and the snow torrented from the top of the mountain down the ridge, and then split off on either side of him.

After searching for about 10 minutes, Voldemort appeared on the top of the mountain. Looking from a distance, he saw an old man sitting cross-legged, panting heavily.

Grindelwald raised his head abruptly and said sharply, "Why are you here?!"

Voldemort didn't answer. When he walked five meters away from Grindelwald, he stopped and asked:

"Why are you alone?"

He didn't see Dumbledore, nor did he see Grindelwald's student.

"My students are chasing Dumbledore." Grindelwald took a deep breath, stood up tremblingly and said:
"Dumbledore is seriously injured now, you'd better support him, you can definitely kill him.

Instead of wasting time with an old man like me. "

Voldemort didn't move, but a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If Dumbledore was here, he would have given priority to killing that man.

But he didn't see it, but Grindelwald...

On the face that was not covered by the robe, blood continued to ooze.

The old man raised his elbow and wiped the blood indiscriminately, and before he dried it, fresh blood would flow out again.

Voldemort didn't know if Dumbledore was seriously injured, but the old man in front of him was definitely seriously injured, and he was at the end of his battle.

Fuck him first!
"Voldemort, we made an agreement... Do you want to break the agreement?!" Grindelwald asked sharply.

"Dumbledore is our common enemy, and he's not dead yet."

"You're right, I'm going to hunt him down now." Voldemort smiled for no reason: "Don't be nervous, we are an unbreakable alliance..."

The old man seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, he only felt a gust of cold wind blowing against his face, and then he was hit and leaned back.

The magic power is surging, wrapped in snowflakes and flying all over the sky,

When all the dust settled, I saw the first generation of the Dark Lord, with his back against the rocks. He was strangled by Voldemort with one hand, and his feet were off the ground.

The wand in Grindelwald's hand was only halfway up before it bounced off and fell into Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort grabbed Grindelwald's neck with one hand, and gently played with his wand with the other, as if he was stroking a peerless beauty.

He looked up at the dying old man, and with a hoarse voice, he said with a smile:
"Sure enough, you were injured too badly, and now you are so weak.

I can kill you with one hand, like killing a chicken! "

"Tell me quickly, is this the legendary Elder Wand... I can spare you!"

Grindelwald's thin frame moved, turned his skeletal face, stared at him with deep-set eyes, and smiled.

"I knew you were here for it, just as you were looking for Grigovich.

But your trip is meaningless, you will never be the master of the Elder Wand..."

"Kill you, I will!"

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand and aimed it at Grindelwald's head, a green light flashed past.

He let go of his hand, and Grindelwald, who was already dead, collapsed to the ground, and his body was quickly buried by the wind and snow.

Voldemort closed his eyes and launched the Dark Mark into the sky, and he gazed at it, enchanted.

The power of this wand is definitely better than that of yew wood!
It's wonderful, it's definitely the Elder Wand!
More real than Grindelwald's death.

Voldemort was convinced.

"Hahahahaha..." He suddenly laughed wildly, his face contorted.

"I got it, I got the wand of invincibility, who else is my opponent?

Who else! "

Voldemort stood on the top of the snow mountain, looking down into the distance, he opened his arms, as if embracing the world.

It was as if, this day, this place, this world, at this moment...all fell into his hands.

He is the king of this world!
God on earth!

Since it is a god, it is not a problem to kill a few mortals to add to the fun tonight.

For example, Dumbledore, Stark, and... Potter.

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Malfoy Manor.

Draco cowered on the sofa, staring at Potter hanging in the living room in a daze.

His mother had been sent away, reunited with his father, and he was waiting for the Dark Lord.

Waiting to dedicate Potter to him to complete the task William gave.

After summoning the Dark Lord with the Dark Mark, Malfoy tied up Potter.

This is how he caught Potter himself.

However, Draco was confused, he didn't know why William handed Potter over to the Dark Lord.

Just a few minutes ago, Draco suddenly didn't want Potter to die, wanted to let him go, and run away with him...but Potter refused.

Didn't Harry know that he... was going to die?
Why not escape? !
Harry was hanging from the ceiling, but he didn't think about this question, instead he was surprisingly calm.

He was even in the mood to look at the decoration style of the living room.

It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid, but... after tonight, it's all over.

No more pain from scars, no more fear...

Da Da Da Da!

Footsteps sounded, and the visitor didn't try to hide it at all, and just swaggered out of the shadows.

Harry's forehead seemed to explode, and that familiar feeling returned.

He stared at the man.

The two looked at each other.

One stood in the dark,

One hangs in the light.

Voldemort turned his head slightly to one side, looked at Draco, and asked with interest:
"You can catch it?"

"Yes, Master." Draco stood up from the sofa, his pale slender face under the pale blond hair.

"I was on the train, and when I met Potter, I used the Imperius Curse to control him... When the army attacked Hogwarts, I took him and escaped through the secret passage in the chaos."

The reason was unassailable, and Voldemort smiled with satisfaction.

"Draco, well done, I will forgive the Malfoy family and give you unprecedented honor..."

Voldemort paid no attention to Draco, who looked Harry over, his lipless mouth writhing in a smug smile.

"Harry Potter," he said, in a soft hiss like a burst of fire, "The Boy Who Lived."

"Dumbledore and William will come and save me..." Harry yelled.

"They are too late, so they can only collect your body."

Voldemort knew the truth that "villains die by talking too much".

Back then, he just talked too much nonsense, so that Lily Evans, that mudblood, had time to cast protective magic on her son.

Now that he had learned his lesson, he raised the Elder Wand without delay.

Harry looked straight into those red eyes, wishing that moment would come, sooner rather than later, before he showed his fear—

Green light flashed past, and Harry felt the Killing Curse fall on his chest, and his whole body ached.

Finally, the pain subsided, and Harry's eyes were filled with light.

It was as if stars were falling from the sky.

Harry fell hard to the ground, and he lay alone on the floor with slack-pupiled eyes.

Death... came.

Something that frightened Draco happened. At this moment, not only Harry, but even the Dark Lord fell to the ground, as if he had been killed.

After an unknown amount of time, Malfoy tiptoed over.

He was about to get past Voldemort, to check if Harry was alive, when the Dark Lord suddenly opened his eyes and gripped his leg tightly.

"Master...Master..." Draco was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"I'm fine." Voldemort's voice trembled, and he tried to get up from the ground.

"Master, let me—"

"I don't need help," said Voldemort coldly, turning over with an effort and sitting on the ground.

"Is the boy... is he dead?" urged Voldemort. "Go and see!"

Draco walked towards Harry tremblingly, and after a moment, he replied in a weak voice:

"Dead! Potter... dead!"

Voldemort stood up, and for a moment, he felt sublimated, different, and his body was full of confidence and strength.

The fate that happened 16 years ago has come to an end.

He once again proved his invincibility.

"Draco, you take Potter's body, come with me..."

"Where are you going...Master?"

"Hogwarts! I want to... kill people!!!"

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(End of this chapter)