Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

A strange liquid was left on Grindelwald's face.

He no longer tried to awaken the God of Death, but kept chanting something in a language that people could not understand.

As he chanted, the hand of the God of Death slowly stopped. Only the skin where the nails were pierced still oozed strangely colored liquid.

"I will be backlashed by the binding magic text. You try your best to stop Death and Grindelwald and buy more time for His Majesty."

Hermione suddenly spoke and looked at Draco.

There seemed to be a thousand words to say in her eyes, but her bleeding and trembling lips were pressed tightly after all.

Draco also looked at the other person, and just one look made his mind race with thoughts.

"you……"

A word trembled, and no more could be said.

He knew that Hermione was going to die, Hermione told him with her eyes.

He wanted to apologize for everything in the past, for his lack of bravery, and for the pain Hermione had suffered.

But as soon as the words came to his lips, he knew there was no need.

Hermione had forgiven him and still loved him.

Love, a complex and indescribable emotion.

When strong, it's volcanically hot and unstoppable.

When it's cold, it's as hard and cold as ice.

At this time, Hermione's love for him was indeed unpretentious, deep and clear.

Draco got all the answers through those eyes.

For a moment, his eyes turned red.

Pain and regret flooded his heart, and Draco felt that he was unforgivable.

But Hermione's eyes seemed to soothe his painful heart.

Then, the binding magic text began to break.

Along with this, Hermione's body shattered and dissipated like a lens.

"No~~~"

Draco screamed in pain and stretched out his hands to try and catch something.

But the broken Hermione just left him with a smile before disappearing completely.

"The Reaper is recovering and using magic attacks."

"Don't just use jinxes, try other kinds of jinxes."

"I use elemental spells, Barty, you try using curse spells."

In front of the dilapidated door, everyone was in a mess, expressing their opinions.

Except for Draco, no one else had time to care about the dead Hermione.

This is not a good time to be sad for spring and autumn. If it is not done well, the whole world will be destroyed.

"Everyone, spread out and don't get too close to Him."

Neville, who tried to kill the God of Death with his sword, shouted an order.

Everyone dispersed obediently, but the wands in their hands pointed at the God of Death and Grindelwald who were being split into two.

There was a thick asphalt-like liquid pulling out filaments from the center of the separated two people. The scene looked weird and terrifying.

"call."

Fierce fire spurted out from Old Crabbe's clutches, burning towards the two people who were separated not far away.

"Damn it, don't use fire on Grindelwald."

Neville roared angrily and tried to use magic to stop the fierce fire ejected from Old Crabbe's wand, but it was obvious that he was a step slower.

The fierce fire had already infected the two of them, and was then controlled by Grindelwald as expected, and quickly rushed into his body.

In an instant, the separation began to accelerate, and the god of death with scarlet eyes and no nose turned to look at everyone.

The evil eyes just flickered on everyone, causing them to tremble with fear.

When his gaze settled, everyone realized that what he was looking at was Voldemort, who was still writing and drawing at the end of the corridor.

"Stop Him."

Neville roared, and regardless of his previous fear, he bravely stood in front of Voldemort, blocking the sight of Death.

Several others gathered towards Neville.

Obviously, they would not allow this god of death to harm their Majesty.

"Knives cut throats."

A hoarse voice sounded, and the God of Death, who was completely separated from Grindelwald, pointed his slender and sharp finger at everyone.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing in the corridor, and in the next second, countless black sharp blades appeared out of thin air at everyone's throats.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

After several slight frictions, blood surged out from everyone's throats.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Everyone pointed their wands at their throats. Although the effect was not good, it did not cause immediate death.

But even if they don't die immediately, they have lost the ability to stop Death and can only watch as it floats towards Voldemort.

"Soul-Eating Eternal Life~~"

Death's floating body suddenly stopped in the air.

He turned around in confusion and saw Draco looking at him resolutely behind him.

And from the curse that Draco held high, a stream of emerald green magic spurted out, shooting straight at the God of Death.

"Buzz~~"

In an instant, a beam of light formed by magic connected Death and Draco.

The long corridor, illuminated by this emerald green light beam, is full of green everywhere.

The people who were still busy saving themselves couldn't help but raise their heads with surprised expressions.

The Soul-Eating Curse, a curse that has been revealed among the Death Eaters, is powerful and strange.

It allows people to devour other people's souls, but the price paid is their own soul.

In the magical world, souls are equal.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the enemy is, this magic is enough to cause damage.

Because it uses the soul of the user in exchange for the soul of the recipient.

And this is the weird part of this curse.

"Draco~~~"

At the end of the corridor, among a group of people rushing over, there was Lucius.

As soon as he entered the corridor, before he could see the situation clearly, his attention was attracted by the emerald green light beam.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered that the person who used this terrifying curse was his proud son.

Faced with all this, he couldn't help but shout out Draco's name.

Draco, as Lucius shouted, turned to look at him.

The same platinum blonde hair, the same gray eyes.

The difference is that the former's face is anxious, full of fear and worry.

As for the latter, although he was about to face death, there was a feeling of relief in his eyes.

"Thank you, my father, for telling Narcissa that I loved her."

Draco said silently, then shook his wand.

"Zira~~"

The green light beam trembled like a chain, hooking the God of Death towards Draco.

There was a puzzled expression on the God of Death's face, but it seemed that he was not facing the pain of death.

Regarding this, both Draco and Neville were full of doubts.

"People who can travel through different worlds do not exist because of souls, Draco."

The hoarse voice sounded, causing everyone, including Draco, to widen their eyes in surprise.

If Death does not exist because of the soul, then Draco's sacrifice...

Everyone looked at Draco with sadness in their eyes.

Especially Lucius, the always scheming wizard, his eyes turned red in front of everyone for the first time.

However, facing this result, Draco's face was not disappointed.

On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face while looking behind the God of Death.

That's where Voldemort is.