I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Who can stand against Voldemort?

Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore.

Only him.

The world's greatest wizard can take on the most evil Dark Lord.

As Professor McGonagall has always believed, as long as Dumbledore is still there, nothing will happen to Hogwarts.

This is what the students believed, too, that their Dumbledore existed.

Hogwarts was divided into two sides.

On one side are the attackers led by Voldemort, and on the other side are the guardians composed of students.

The giant stopped, and the dark creatures lurked in the darkness, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Hogwarts is besieged on all sides, and they have only one hope.

"I will give you a choice so that you can continue to live in this world."

High, shrill voices echoed through Hogwarts, and Voldemort was sure of victory.

"Let me see your sincerity, start with that savior and hand him over."

Voldemort remembered his own prophecy, though that prophecy was trivial in comparison to immortality.

"We have won. The number of your resisters has been reduced by more than half. My men are several times the number of yours. There is no need to continue to resist. Regardless of men, women and children, the resisters will be killed."

He wants to completely smash the unrealistic hopes of Hogwarts, whether it is the savior or Dumbledore.

"Let your savior come out, and I will crush your last hope."

"It's like a duel, this is your only choice."

Voldemort's voice echoed through Hogwarts, three of Professor McGonagall were injured, and Professor Sprout covered his mouth.

Hogwarts was quiet, and Hagrid was taken prisoner.

Forced to kneel there, a dozen giants made it impossible for him to break out.

Behind the blown-out oak gate, students came out slowly.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and said in an almost pleading tone, "Please, Harry, no."

Ron also stopped Harry.

Not only the two of them, but all the Gryffindor students told Harry not to go there.

Harry squeezed his wand tightly, and said in a decisive tone: "This is my destiny."

He got rid of Hermione's hand and walked past Ron, regardless of Seamus and Dean's dissuasion.

Only he knows the current situation.

Dumbledore was poisoned, Voldemort had an absolute advantage, and only he could stand up.

The one who can fight for protection is the savior!

The crowd parted and Harry stepped out.

Professor McGonagall said in horror: "Don't go there, Harry."

"This is what I have to do," Harry said firmly to Professor McGonagall.

He walks out of the hall.

Although sometimes, he behaves not very sensible, making people feel that he is too impulsive and emotional.

But his age is only 16 years old.

At this age, he has become the one to die without hesitation.

"Why is this happening?" the sentimental man cried.

Voldemort was delighted to see Harry come out.

"Come here, yes," Voldemort said sullenly as he swept Harry's narrow eyes, "Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord?"

Voldemort growled, "Lies!"

"This is a lie that has kept you lied to for 15 years."

"You think you can be my enemy?" Voldemort let out a mocking laugh, "You should still remember how to duel, Harry Potter?"

Voldemort stood face to face with Harry just as they had once been in the cemetery.

Heart twitching, Harry squeezed his wand tightly, not daring to hold it too firmly.

The muscles in his arms were so tense that it was difficult for him to raise his hands.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus! (Expelliarmus)"

The two shot at the same time, and the green and red lightnings touched together.

The bright light appeared, but it was a one-sided situation.

Without the help of his brother's wand core, Harry could not fight a master of black magic for decades.

But even so, he lost all the aura of the savior.

Harry Potter, still a brave Gryffindor!

The green light quickly approached Harry, almost reaching the tip of the wand in just a short breath.

Harry's face was miserably illuminated by the green light.

He was so overwhelmed by this powerful magic that he had to hold the wand tightly with both hands, and was forced to kneel down little by little.

"Get on your knees, Harry!"

Voldemort's cheerful and cruel laughter rang in his ears.

When the green light was about to engulf Harry, the wonderful singing sounded inspiring.

Harry's persistence could not overcome the huge difference in strength, and the green light was about to engulf him in an instant.

The phoenix descended from the sky, and swallowed the deadly green light with its burning body.

Flames flared in front of Harry, his wand blackened, and he reached out to catch the falling chick.

Instead of being surprised, Voldemort laughed and said, "Dumbledore, you are finally out."

Dumbledore walked out of Hogwarts in the eyes of everyone expecting.

Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's hand for the first time, and within one night, three fingers on that hand turned black.

It exudes a curse of decay, death, and malice.

Snape stood in the crowd, his eyes fell on the fallen Harry.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Let's face each other again, Tom."

"Dumbledore," said Voldemort darkly, "you are only one step away from death, and you should regret it, always."

I don't know if Voldemort was talking about the fact that he was going to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or something else.

"I've always regretted it, but not because of you."

Dumbledore raised his wand calmly.

The two most powerful wizards in the world met for the third time.

Unlike at the Ministry of Magic, now Voldemort was the one with the upper hand.

Voldemort took the lead, and a green light shot at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand silently, sending the shattered statue flying up in front of him.

The second green light came, and a shield flew down from the sky to block it.

It was Hagrid's shield.

With the third green light, Dumbledore waved his wand, and lightning dragged two thick whips on the ground, interrupting Voldemort's spellcasting.

The two top wizards fought, every second was full of murderous intent.

Dumbledore no longer held back, he knew clearly that the current Voldemort was not something he could keep.

With all their strength, a red-green ray of light rose between the two to connect them together.

The light gradually turned blue, and the constantly bursting magic power made the stones on the ground form a magic field.

A huge wind circle formed around the two of them.

Like a huge meat grinder, the ground was crushed by this magic power, and the smoke and dust were sucked into the wind circle, forming a huge tornado.

Voldemort waved his hand that was not holding a staff, and stones flew out of the wind circle and smashed towards Dumbledore continuously.

Dumbledore also raised his left hand, and the flying stones formed a new wind circle around him to resist the continuous attacking magic.

One of the two wind circles shrinks and the other expands.

After the two collided together, the powerful fluctuation of magic power overturned everyone.

The link between Dumbledore and Voldemort is broken.

Pointing Voldemort's wand to the ground, it drew a circle around it.

A huge mist rose from the circle, and countless bats emerged from the mist and flew towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore swung his wand wildly, and flames shot out from the wand, scorching the bat and falling.

The poison on the arm climbed up along the blood vessels, and Dumbledore's four fingers turned black.

Another confrontation ended well.

Burning bats fall from the sky.

Dumbledore took the initiative this time, and four jets of water flew into the sky from the black lake, converging into a huge stream of water and rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's wand exerted all its strength, and the water instantly turned into ice. With the other hand shaking, the icicles shattered into countless arrows and flew towards Hogwarts.

Dumbledore opened his defenses, and the ice arrows turned into ice sand and scattered.

The next second, Voldemort had already flown.

A huge green light fell from the sky towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his wand and also shot out the magic block.

The green light suppressed Dumbledore's magic and kept falling.

Dumbledore took a step back, which was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

His entire right hand had turned black, and at his right shoulder black veins stretched toward his neck.

The piercing, terrifying pain made Dumbledore back away again.

As Voldemort said, no one can stop such pain.

The magic power was continuously eroded, and Dumbledore used his last strength to withstand the attack.

Two rays of light exploded in the sky, shattering the glass of Hogwarts.

With Hogwarts as the center, it sank suddenly, and a ripple appeared on the black lake, which turned into a huge wave from behind and slapped on the shore of the lake.

Dumbledore wanted to hold on, but the toxin made him miserable.

The blood on his face faded quickly, and black blood spit out from his mouth.

Dumbledore was defeated.

Voldemort defeated Dumbledore.

This made it difficult for the teachers and students of Hogwarts to accept.

Their hopes were lost.

"You are too kind, Dumbledore."

Voldemort fell slowly, stroking the wand in his hand.

"You shouldn't let Theodore go. It's because of your kindness that you always maintain a kind heart in the face of betrayers, which gave me a chance."

Admiring Dumbledore's defeat, Voldemort laughed.

"Dumbledore has been defeated."

Hogwarts' last hope, extinguished.

Whether it is the savior, or the greatest wizard.

They were all defeated, defeated by Voldemort.

"Now, come out of the castle and kneel before me."

Voldemort said: "You will be forgiven, and your parents, children, brothers and sisters will also be forgiven, continue to live, and you will enter with me into the new world we will build together."

"A new Hogwarts, a new wizarding world!"

Hogwarts was dead silent, and a sense of despair spread through it.

Hogwarts has fallen.

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