I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

"Harry Potter," Voldemort's scarlet eyes fixed on Harry, "do you see the house on the hill, where my father lived."

He moved with ease, pressing every step of the way, as did the green light in his wand.

"My mother was a wizard who lived in the village and fell in love with him. But when she revealed who she was, he abandoned her. My father didn't like magic."

"He left her and went back to his Muggle parents before I was born, Potter."

Voldemort was like an elder, talking to Harry about his parents.

"My mother died in childbirth when I was born. I grew up in a Muggle orphanage, but I swore to find him. I succeeded and got my revenge. The man who gave me the same name, Tom Riddle .”

The green light was about to reach the tip of the wand, and Harry didn't even listen to what Voldemort said.

And Voldemort was still babbling.

"Shut up!" he yelled.

Harry stepped back and forth, trying not to back off.

Cedric struggled to his feet, much to Voldemort's impatience.

"Like an annoying bug." He raised his hand, obviously without a wand in that hand, but Cedric felt his neck being strangled.

Cedric was about to suffocate, his body was floating, and his whole body was struggling.

Voldemort was a little annoyed, "My Death Eater, why haven't you come here yet?"

"Harry Potter, I remember, was as powerless as the weakest creature, couldn't close his eyes day and night, and I just kept forcing myself to live, second by second."

As he said that, Voldemort smiled, and said in a serious tone: "After waiting in that forest for 13 years, I finally got my loyal followers. Four years ago, I had a chance to be resurrected, but..."

His expression suddenly became extremely angry, and he said the name with complete disgust: "John Wick, he is a smart guy, he deceived me with the appearance of following magic, and after I believed it, he gave me a painful blow."

"I failed, and I was only one step away from the Philosopher's Stone. I went back to the forest where I hid, and met my new friend, Nagini."

Mentioning Nagini, Voldemort seemed to be in a trance, and then he became even more angry, "John Wick, it's him again!"

"He snatched Nagini and made me lose the venom that I needed to survive. The weak body I created almost died in the forest until Wormtail found me and took me to Altdorf."

"Lost the possibility of immortality, I decided to take the next best thing and choose to restore my original strength first, but!"

Voldemort's red eyes became even redder, as if they were about to bleed.

"My loyal Death Eater is imprisoned. I have a message. That guy wants to take my power away. I can't wait for Wormtail to bring my stuff back."

"Wormtail led him away, and when I recover, I'll kill him, just as I kill you now, Harry Potter."

Voldemort grinned: "Your mother used an ancient magic on you, and that magic caused all the tragedies."

"Now I will no longer be restrained by that magic, I will kill you."

Fire snakes twine and horses trample.

The battle of Fiendfire draws to a close.

Harry thought he might not be able to see who was winning, the green light was less than a foot away from him.

The Death Eaters didn't answer the call, which made Voldemort impatient.

He was going to kill Harry Potter, right now, and no one could threaten him again.

After that, he will find those traitors to settle accounts, and all disloyal people will die.

His murderous intent was so strong that he no longer wanted to play tricks.

At this moment, Cedric, who had been ignored by him, broke out suddenly.

"Expelliarmus! (expelliarmus)"

Cedric, almost out of breath, aimed at Voldemort in a daze.

The red light hit Voldemort, distracting Voldemort's killing intent for a second, and Cedric fell.

Voldemort's wand trembled, but he didn't let it go.

Cedric's magic power was too weak in front of Voldemort, so weak that even the Killing Curse could not kill Voldemort.

But it was such a momentary, trivial interruption.

Among the red and green rays of light, a golden streak rose.

A golden light beam appeared, like a connected golden thread, and the wands of the two trembled violently at the same time.

It took Harry both hands to hold it barely.

Caught off guard, the two were pulled by a force and their feet left the ground.

The gold wire is broken.

Thousands of arcs of light burst out in the air, and they intertwined to form a domed golden net.

Cedric wanted to help, but couldn't get inside.

A song like fairy music resounded from the golden net, it was the song of a phoenix.

The singing sang inside Harry, as if someone was speaking in his ear, telling him not to disconnect.

A ball of light appeared in the red and green rays of light, moving back and forth as the two wrestled.

Harry's rage got the better of him, and the sphere of light was shoved into Voldemort's wand with a piercing scream.

Voldemort's red eyes widened in surprise.

The lives killed by Voldemort flew out of the wand as images.

They stood by Harry's side and told him not to let go.

Harry saw a couple.

The familiar appearance is my parents.

outside.

"Little Edgar."

The Fire Serpent opened a path and let Altdorf come out.

He controlled Fiendfire with his wand, his hair was singed, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Why do we have to kill each other?" Altdorf controlled Fiendfire to fight back, put one hand on his chest, and said, "You can definitely join us, we are a family."

"Edgar's fate is like this, you can't see the light in the dark, isn't it?"

Altdorf persuaded persuasively, and wanted his nephew to join the Death Eaters.

"Fate?" Heinrich didn't retreat, and the gold in his eyes became brighter.

"You are wrong, it is your fate."

Heinrich took a step forward, and the steed pierced through the belly of the fire snake with its hooves.

The spit out blood has wet Heinrich's chest, and he is using his life to control Fiercefire.

"Edgar's ray of light has never disappeared. You gave up your ray of light."

Taking another step forward, a magic crystal on the limited glove exploded.

Heinrich approached fearlessly and said with a sneer: "After you lit the flame to escape for your own life, you are not worthy of having the surname Edgar."

His approach made Altdorf take a step back.

Altdorf looked up in disbelief, the relapse of the old injury on his body made him unable to control Fiendfire.

He broke into the Star Club that day, and he fell into a magic trap.

Although it was suppressed, it appeared again as the magic power was consumed.

He could have dealt with it easily, but he didn't expect to suffer a dark loss.

Unlike him, Heinrich remains fearless.

"You want to kill me?" Altdorf stared at Heinrich, the face similar to his brother made him dazed for a while.

"I have found that beam of light, and I cannot let others destroy it."

Heinrich's magic crystal exploded again, and the steed became uncontrollable, and it stomped the head of the fire snake with a frenzied kick.

Altdorf laughed suddenly, and said softly, "Crazy, you will die too."

He seemed sure that Heinrich wouldn't dare to do that, like he used to be, burning Death Eaters just to hide better.

"Yeah," Heinrich said with a terribly calm expression, "I will die with you."

Altdorf suddenly didn't understand. He asked, "Is that person really worth following like this? He's just a child."

On Heinrich's sickly and bloodless face, there was a bright smile, which the Edgars had never had before.

"John Wick will be famous throughout the magical world. His light, not only in Hogwarts, those dirty and filthy places, the whole world will be illuminated by him, and Edgar will also be illuminated. Bright."

The third magic power crystal exploded, leaving only two dim magic power crystals struggling to support.

Fiendfire had completely lost control, and the fire snake was swallowed by the horse, making it even more ferocious.

Cedric tried to rush in, but Fiendfyre wouldn't let him get close.

"Heinrich!" he yelled, trying to extinguish the flames with the Water Summoning Charm.

But this is Fiendfire, such a powerful flame, unless Dumbledore takes action, it is impossible to extinguish it.

The corners of Heinrich's lips curled up, and he said with a smile, "Let us welcome that light together."

Altdorf laughed dumbfounded, shook his head bitterly, but said frankly: "I didn't expect that I would be killed by my nephew. For your king and for my master, let us die together."

Edgar, the deputy of the strong.

In the fierce fire, the two generations did not retreat for their ideals.

As Voldemort's deputy, Altdorf is undoubtedly powerful.

Level 6 magic power, if it wasn't because of the previous trick to lure John away, he wouldn't be trapped to death by Fiendfire.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

He thought he could control the overall situation, but he still underestimated people's hearts.

The steed stomped on Altdorf, and his body burned, accepting death calmly.

Fiendfire didn't listen to Heinrich's command, and he didn't have the strength anymore.

He vomited blood profusely, and his bloodless face became even paler.

The silver hand turned into a ring, which was taken off and held in the right hand.

Put down the wand in his left hand, take off the star emblem, and hold it cherished.

He wanted to meet death in peace.

But when he was about to die, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was annoying, annoying, but that gold was always dazzling.

"Heinrich, after graduation, I can go to you." The blond boy said with a hearty smile, "Your eyes are very beautiful, like the sun setting on the seashore."

"We can go to all the bright places, no matter where it is, I will take you there."

He was so annoyed that day, Heinrich and the other party stood by the sea and heard these words.

Is Edgar's gold the sun's gold?

The flame burned to the robe, and the burning pain burned his skin. He seemed to hear that person's voice in a trance.

"Heinrich!"

Looking up in the smoke and fire, his golden eyes looked out.

That person rushed in like crazy.

He saw the man talking, and Fiendfire was burning, cutting off the sound.

He couldn't hear it, but couldn't help showing a smile.

"I can't wait until graduation."

Saying this, Heinrich was ignited by Fiendflame.

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