Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 464 Tom He Doesn't Understand Love
Voldemort had no chance of doing it.

His soul does not support him to do so.

The soul riddled with holes can no longer be cut off even a piece.

Snape was right in his judgment.

Harry reached out and took hold of the hilt of the Gryffindor sword.

It is necessary to exert force, cut off Voldemort's head, and make an understanding.

"Potter," he said suddenly, "you are not as strong as I am."

His throat was pierced, but his body made of elements could still support him to continue speaking.

The effect of the two bottles of potions gradually faded.

Harry paused and nodded slightly: "Yeah, I'm not stronger than you."

"But you're scared."

"So you lost."

Voldemort accentuated: "I'm not afraid of you."

Harry said nothing.

"Does such a thing as love really exist?" Voldemort, no, it was Tom Riddle who asked this question.

Dumbledore said softly, "Of course it exists."

"You had it too."

"Really?" Tom Riddle's eyes were empty, and the memory in his mind went back, his tone was light and he didn't know if it was because he had little vitality left, or he didn't believe Dumbledore's words.

Faces floated in his mind one by one.

When I first entered the first grade, I experienced the fixed customs of Slytherin—the little wizard who spoke for himself when he was bullied by those pure-blood wizards.

The Ravenclaw girl who handed herself a love letter in fifth grade.

In potions class, Slughorn applauded wildly for his wonderful performance.

And Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr.
Do they love themselves?

Dumbledore watched Voldemort's brain all the time, and he nodded slightly: "Yes, those are people who love you."

"It's just that you don't care, you don't believe it, and you miss it."

Tom Riddle closed his eyes.

Harry pulled hard and cut off his head.

His soul, which was once loved but riddled with holes by himself, dissipated.

"He's dead." Dumbledore said softly, his voice sobbing and emotional.

This has been a nightmare that has plagued the wizarding world for decades.

It is also the student who troubled him and made him deeply guilty.

He was resurrected several times and returned several times, but this time, he really died.

Voldemort's body collapsed like quicksand. It was originally made of hoarfrost, gathered together with his soul as the core, and now the things that gathered and bound them disappeared, and everything disappeared.

Hoarfrost surged, instinctively spreading around and eroding past.

But in Voldemort's memory, there is a great deal of knowledge about how to control Rime.

With a flick of his wand, Harry contained the little stream of hoarfrost, repeating Dumbledore's words: "He's dead."

"Harry, are you not injured?" Ye Naifa sent over, worried and asked.

The battle just now was huge.

Even the aftermath of the battle killed quite a few Wild Hunts—the milky-white, seemingly temperatureless flames were extremely violent, and upon contact with Wild Hunts, they spread to the whole body, freezing them, and a slight gust of wind blew the frozen body into powder.

It was the powder after the bones were burned by the fire.

Just this flame, Ye Naifa knew in his heart that this was definitely not an opponent he could handle.

Even avoid it.

Harry shook his head: "For some minor injuries, just wipe some fresh water on it."

Avalak came over and looked at the corpses all over the ground: "You have brought a huge mess to the Eren Elf."

"That's what you asked for." Harry said bluntly.

Geralt chimed in: "If you weren't chasing Ciri, there wouldn't be all these troubles."

"We hope to resolve the issue peacefully." Avalak said softly.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly: "Peace, it's really absurd to say this word from your mouth."

The elves of Aen El are not as exquisite as their art seems.

Peace?

How can a race that has conquered and invaded countless worlds have something to do with this word.

"Shall we sit down and have a good talk?" Avalak asked.

He wasn't finished yet.

Tiny thunder and lightning surged on the flat ground, white light flashed, and Ciri teleported: "I see that there is no fight and teleported here."

"I don't feel very comfortable with Gail."

Avalak was taken aback.

Ciri's words were undoubtedly an answer to the question he just posed.

Harry said softly, "Siri doesn't trust you, and we don't trust you either."

"You should still think about how to clean up this mess."

"We just had a nice collaboration."

Harry shook his head, waved his wand, and created a stone arch on the spot: "We cooperate because we have a common enemy."

"Now the enemy has been eliminated."

"Just don't bother each other."

Avalak sighed softly.

Shirley understood it, and it was the second time that she opened the door to the world smoothly.

"Are you really not going to sit down and talk?" Avalak didn't give up, and tried again.

Harry didn't respond to the flick of his wand, and carefully lifted Snape into the air, and walked into the Worldgate.

Dumbledore was the last one.

When they all left, the gate of the world disappeared, leaving only the empty archway.

Gail just arrived, he looked at Avalak, then at the door: "Didn't you leave them behind?"

"I can't stay." Avalak shook his head.

Gail frowned.

Among these things, the ones who suffered the most were the elves of Aen El.

The king is dead again.

Wild Hunt was nearly wiped out.

"At least, there are also their magic notes for studying Baishuang." Gail said to himself, as if comforting himself.

This is their only harvest.

Hogwarts.

The traces left by Voldemort's last attack had disappeared, and the mermaids worked hard day and night to finally break all the ice.

Harry and Dumbledore hurried to the school infirmary with Snape.

The injury on his body shocked Madam Pomfrey, and after simple treatment, he was rushed to St. Mungo's Hospital.

in the principal's office.

After dealing with Snape's affairs, it was already late at night, and they finally had a chance to sit down and rest.

"Are you planning to go back? Or stay here for a while longer." Harry asked Geralt and Yennefer as he treated the wound.

"Ciri's troubles are solved, but you haven't." Yennefer looked at his head, "We should stay a little longer until the things on your head are cleared."

Geralt nodded too.

He likes this world very much, it is peaceful, safe and full of interesting things.

Ciri wrinkled her face bitterly. In the next period of time, she had to study hard to master the strength in her body.

They chatted for a while.

Harry went back to the lounge.

Say the password Dumbledore just told him, and push away the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Just like before.

Beside the fireplace, there were two people waiting for him.

　It will end around 23/24, and the last paragraph will end the whole story.

　
(End of this chapter)