A friendly day at Hogwarts

The green light was dazzling, and everyone tilted their heads subconsciously.

When the clearing returned to darkness, Harry's eyes had lost their luster, and he staggered and fell on his back.

"Owner!"

Bellatrix screamed, and the Death Eaters' eyes all turned around again.

Under their horrified gazes, Voldemort's thin body seemed to have lost strength at the same time. If Snape hadn't supported him immediately, he would have fallen to the ground.

"This is impossible!!" Dolokhov shouted in disbelief, and several people rushed up to check with him.

At the same time, only Glenn noticed that a faint, almost imperceptible soul magic slowly dissipated, which meant that the soul fragments belonging to Voldemort in Harry's body had been destroyed by his own hands.

"Master...my master..."

Bellatrix fell to her knees in front of Voldemort in horror and murmured in a softer voice than she had ever heard before.

Other Death Eaters also came forward, trying to figure out what was going on. Only Lucius, who was unaware of the plan, quietly raised his head, seeming to see a glimmer of hope.

"I'm OK."

The chaos did not last long. After just a few seconds, Voldemort's voice came from the center of the crowd.

Everyone's attention was focused on their master, but no one noticed that Harry's eyes had opened a thin slit and he was secretly peeking at the situation over there.

The Death Eaters ignored the cheers and celebrations and hurried back to their positions.

"Master, let me——"

Bellatrix stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to check it for Voldemort, but was so frightened by his reaction that she retracted it as if she was electrocuted.

"I don't need help." Voldemort said coldly, "Go and see that boy, Bella... No, Severus, you go and see if he is still alive?"

Even the Dark Lord, who had conquered death, became cautious after suddenly experiencing an unprecedented fainting experience. At this time, the person he could trust the most was probably Snape, who killed Dumbledore with his own hands. Professor Pu.

The Half-Blood Prince nodded lightly, stood up and walked towards Harry, showing no change in his mood.

Harry, on the other hand, visibly stiffened when he heard the name. Fortunately, no one noticed him at the moment.

Snape walked up to him unhurriedly, touched Harry's neck with his pale hands, and pressed his chest, as if feeling his heartbeat.

Harry's eyes were still closed, and neither the Death Eaters nor Voldemort could see clearly because of the black robes. However, Glenn, who was hiding behind him, could clearly see Harry moving his arms as little as possible, obviously trying to Touch the wand at your waist.

But just when his hand almost touched the wand, Snape suddenly stood up and said in a calm voice: "He is dead."

It was obvious that Harry's body trembled slightly, and it was obvious that this scene was beyond his expectation.

However, the Death Eaters did not notice this, because they had already begun to cheer and celebrate, and sparks of various colors shot into the sky and bloomed under the starlight.

"Did you see that?" Voldemort raised his head amidst the noise and shouted triumphantly, "Dumbledore and Harry Potter are both dead! From now on, no one in this world can hurt the great... Dark Lord!"

He returned his gaze to Harry, a cruel smile appearing on his lips.

"Look! Cut out the bones!"

Harry's body was lifted into the air, and he endured the torture of the Cruciatus Curse in front of all the Death Eaters. In order not to reveal his flaws, he had to use up all his willpower to fight against the waves of pain, without even trembling. Dare to show it.

This time is different from the plot in the original book. Voldemort is not holding the Elder Wand that has recognized Harry as its master. Therefore, he has to face real heartache.

Once, twice, three times.His glasses were thrown off and his robe was in disarray, but he still

It remained limp, like a lifeless corpse.

Cheering, laughing, mixed with the unstinting praise and flattery of these loyal dogs, Voldemort finally had his fill and threw Harry on the ground like a worn-out toy.

"Okay!" He raised his hand to signal for silence, and then said loudly, "Now, we have to go to the castle, let them see their heroes again, and then - accept their surrender!"

There was another roar, and he strode to Harry. His eyes scanned the crowd, and finally locked on Lucius, who was full of flattery.

"For dear Draco's sake, Lucius, the Dark Lord has decided to give you a great task." He narrowed his eyes and said, "Pick up the body, take the savior with you, and show it to those people. Look, this is the result of opposing the Dark Lord!"

Voldemort watched Lucius pick up Harry and frowned for two seconds, showing a hint of surprise.

"That's right! He also has eyes, we have to make people recognize him!"

He said, and with a wave of his wand, the glasses on the ground flew up and poked Harry roughly in the face.

"Let's go!"

A group of people set off, surrounding their master and Lucius Malfoy, who was holding Harry. He probably never dreamed that he would return to the position closest to Voldemort again in such a scene.

Glenn carefully returned the same way, trying not to make any noise, but no one among the Death Eaters paid attention to his direction, and everyone was looking forward to the next scene.

When they returned to the castle, the Great Hall was in chaos. Hermione and Ron were walking in circles like ants on a hot pot, asking everyone they met if they knew Harry's whereabouts.

Seeing Glenn entering the door, the two of them seemed to have found a life-saving straw and ran over in a hurry.

But before they could speak, Voldemort's loud voice sounded again.

"Listen, stupid people! Harry Potter is dead." There was unmistakable pride in his voice, "This coward was killed while escaping! When you gave up your lives for him, He only cares about escaping for his own life, but he cannot escape the fate of death!"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other with incredible horror in their eyes.

"Everyone, come to the square and I will let you see his body with your own eyes!"

The atmosphere of panic quickly spread in the auditorium. Although the professors, Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix were also in disbelief, they still maintained order as much as possible and protected the students as they walked out of the door.

Voldemort looked with satisfaction at the faces that were either at a loss or furious, and spoke again.

"Now, this is your last chance to choose..."

"Surrender...or die..."