Hogwarts Lion Girl

Without hesitation, under the leadership of Harry, members of the Order of the Phoenix and relatives and friends left the wedding scene quickly and orderly. The lights of apparitions rose and fell, disappearing into the night, leaving only the empty hall and the mess on the ground, witnessing this sudden change.

Hogwarts is now their last refuge.

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In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, all the students gathered here.

Voldemort's voice floated in every corner of Hogwarts like a ghost, bringing with it a biting chill and oppressive power.

"Resistance is futile," the voice was hoarse and cold, "Hand over Harry Potter and I can spare your lives. Otherwise, Hogwarts will disappear from the map of the wizarding world forever!"

Panic spread among the students like a plague. Some young faces turned pale and their eyes flickered.

Whispers rose and fell, mixed with fear and despair.

Harry felt a pang of pain in his heart, and he knew that Voldemort's threats were undermining their fighting spirit.

However, among the wavering crowd, there are also pairs of determined eyes sparkling with hope.

Ron stood beside Harry, his wand tightly gripped, his eyes determined.

"We won't give up, Harry," he said in a deep voice, "We will fight to the end!"

Hermione also stood firmly beside Harry. "We still have a chance, Harry," she said, "We will definitely find a way!"

Neville, Ginny, Luna... these familiar faces formed an indestructible line of defense, surrounding Harry in the center, giving him strength and hope.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall showed her decisiveness.

She knew very well that internal collapse was more dangerous than external attack.

She decisively isolated those students whose positions were wavering or even turned to the Death Eaters to prevent them from becoming Voldemort's accomplices and destroying the defenses of Hogwarts.

"For Hogwarts!" she shouted, her voice full of determination and strength.

The defenses of Hogwarts began to be fully activated.

Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and invisible barriers rose up around the castle, flashing dazzling light.

Professor Sprout commanded the mandrakes and devil's snares, weaving them into insurmountable green lines of defense.

The professors set up powerful magic traps in every corner of the castle, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

The entire Hogwarts is shrouded in a huge magical protective net, like an indestructible fortress, quietly waiting for the arrival of the final battle.

……

The greenhouse is filled with the fragrance of soil, and the air is moist and warm.

The shadow of war hung over everyone's heart. Even the flowers on the branches seemed to feel the heavy atmosphere and drooped their petals.

Ron rubbed his fingers nervously, his eyes wandering over Hermione's busy figure.

The setting sun shone through the glass onto her, casting a golden halo on her.

"Hermione..." Ron's voice was a little hoarse.

Hermione turned around, "What's wrong, Ron?"

Ron took a deep breath, as if trying to draw all his courage into his lungs.

"I…I have something I want to tell you."

He walked in front of Hermione, the setting sun lengthening his figure and reflecting it in Hermione's clear brown eyes.

"You know, this war... none of us knows what will happen tomorrow..." His voice trailed off, almost inaudible.

Hermione listened quietly, her hands clenching unconsciously.

"Hermione," Ron mustered up the courage and looked directly into Hermione's eyes, "I like you. I have always liked you." His voice trembled slightly, but was extremely firm.

Hermione froze, her mouth open in surprise, her brown eyes filled with disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the afterglow of the setting sun flowing quietly in the air.

After a long moment, a brilliant smile finally appeared on Hermione's face, brighter than the flowers in a greenhouse.

"Ron," she said in a voice as soft as a feather, "I like you, too."

A relieved smile appeared on Ron's face. He reached out and gently held Hermione in his arms.

Hermione leaned on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

The air under the flower shed was filled with a sweet scent. The two kissed under the blooming flowers. The setting sun cast a layer of golden light on them, as if blessing the couple who confirmed their love for each other in troubled times.

……

The cold wind whistled past, and Harry wrapped his wizard robe tightly around him, his thoughts as chaotic as drifting snowflakes.

Headmaster Dumbledore’s kind smile seems to be still before our eyes, but now he is gone, leaving behind endless regrets and sadness.

He looked up at the starry sky. The stars were like the wise eyes of the old principal.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed from the corner of my eye.

Harry turned around alertly and found Malfoy sneaking into the corridor at the side.

He was confused and followed quietly.

In a room, several little Death Eaters who were cast under a restraining spell were imprisoned in iron cages, cursing under their breath.

Malfoy waved his wand and muttered something, obviously trying to break the binding spell.

"What are you doing, Malfoy!" Harry snapped.

Malfoy was startled and turned around suddenly, pointing his wand at Harry, his eyes full of fear and panic.

"Potter! Why...why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you this!" Harry was furious. Malfoy actually dared to release these Death Eaters' minions! He quickly pulled out his wand, and a disarming spell hit Malfoy's wrist. The wand spun and flew out, landing in Harry's hand.

Malfoy's face turned pale, and he explained incoherently, "I... I just..."

Harry didn't want to listen to his excuses. He waved his wand and locked Malfoy in another empty room.

"This is a good place for you to reflect, Malfoy!" Harry said coldly, then turned and left, leaving Malfoy shouting.

……

Smoke filled the air above Hogwarts Castle, and the once clear blue sky was shrouded in an unnatural green hue.

Voldemort's army surrounded the castle, and it looked dark from a distance.

The hideous laughter of the Death Eaters, the roar of the trolls, and the howling of various unknown magical creatures intertwined to form a hellish symphony.

Voldemort's pale face looked even more eerie under the green light.

He waved the wand in his hand lightly, and a dark green beam of light hit the Hogwarts' shield like lightning.

The protective shield trembled violently, making a heartbreaking crackling sound, and finally shattered like glass.

Without its protective shield, Hogwarts was completely exposed to Voldemort's army.

The Death Eaters poured in like a tide, waving their wands, followed by all kinds of dark magic creatures, frantically destroying everything in Hogwarts.