Hogwarts Lion Girl

The originally green lawn was trampled into a muddy swamp, the ancient statues were blown into pieces, and even the walls of the castle were corroded by various evil curses and were pitted.

However, when this evil army advanced to the main building of the castle, they suddenly stopped.

An eerie silence replaced the previous noise, as if an invisible hand had strangled everyone's throat.

Voldemort's scarlet snake eyes scanned the ancient castle in front of him, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His cold voice echoed in the air like the tongue of a poisonous snake: "Harry Potter, I know you are here! If you don't come out, I will kill everyone who tries to protect you!"

In the castle, Harry looked through the broken window at the wounded resting in the castle and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

He gripped the wand tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

He knew that Voldemort kept his word.

Every second of delay may result in more innocent lives being lost.

He couldn't hide any longer, he had to stand up and face it all alone.

Taking a deep breath, Harry quietly opened a hidden side door and disappeared into the night.

He left with light but firm steps, without any hesitation, because he knew that this was his responsibility.

He was going to end this war, even at the cost of his own life.

……

Deep in the forbidden forest, the darkness was as thick as ink splashed on the sky. Only sparse light barely penetrated the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled spots of light on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth mixed with the rotting smell of unknown plants, which was suffocating.

Harry stood alone under the ancient oak tree, the Snitch tightly clenched in his hand.

His thin face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were unusually firm.

With trembling hands, he slowly opened the snitch, and a dark red stone lay quietly inside, emitting a faint light, like a beating heart.

This is the Resurrection Stone, the magic stone that is said to bring the dead back to the world of the living.

Harry stared at the Resurrection Stone, feeling a great sadness well up in his heart.

The loving faces and warm embrace of my parents appeared clearly before my eyes.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and held the Resurrection Stone in his palm.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the surrounding trees seemed to come alive, making low whimpering sounds.

In the hazy light, two familiar figures gradually emerged.

Those were his parents, James and Lily.

They are still the same as I remembered, young, full of energy, and their eyes are full of love.

"Harry..." Lily's voice was as soft as a feather, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Mom... Dad..." Harry choked, his eyes blurred with tears.

James smiled softly and reached out to stroke Harry's hair. "We are so proud of you, Harry. You have always been so brave."

Lily reached out as well and took Harry's other hand: "You are strong, Harry. We know you will make the right choice."

The appearance of his parents did not make Harry happy, but made him more painful.

He knew that this was only a temporary illusion and that they did not belong to this world after all.

The brief reunion with his parents made him more clearly aware of the fate he was about to face.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to control his shaking body.

He looked at his parents with eyes full of love and gratitude.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad," he said softly, his voice firm, "I will face everything bravely."

He slowly opened his hands, and the Resurrection Stone slipped from between his fingers and fell into the wet soil with a slight muffled sound.

Harry turned around and walked resolutely deeper into the Forbidden Forest, where Voldemort was waiting for him.

His figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the Resurrection Stone emitting a faint light, lying quietly on the cold ground, witnessing the courage and determination of this young wizard.

……

In the Forbidden Forest, Harry stood there, facing his lifelong enemy - Voldemort.

Voldemort's snake face looked even more hideous in the dim light, and his scarlet eyes flashed with a cold light.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Harry.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and only the rustling of leaves in the wind indicated the coming of a storm.

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of green light, and a dazzling emerald green light shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand and headed straight for Harry.

There was no sound, no explosion, only that deadly green light, breaking the tranquility of the forbidden forest.

Harry didn't even have time to react before the green light hit him in the chest.

He felt a sharp pain, as if his soul was being torn apart.

He lost control of his body and fell backwards weakly, landing heavily on the ground covered with fallen leaves.

The world gradually blurred before his eyes, and darkness swallowed his consciousness.

The fallen leaves made a slight crisp sound under the pressure of his body, which was particularly clear in the silent forbidden forest.

Voldemort's pale face looked particularly hideous in the dim light, and his scarlet eyes stared at Harry who was lying on the ground.

The wand in his hand was still trembling slightly, and the green light had not yet completely dissipated.

The killing curse just now not only took away Harry's life, but also seemed to drain some of his own strength.

Voldemort staggered and almost fell, but fortunately Bella caught him in time, her fanatical eyes full of worry and concern.

"Master..." Bellatrix called in a low voice.

Voldemort took a deep breath, forced himself to stand upright, and shook Bellatrix's hand away.

"Go," his hoarse voice carried an imperceptible tremor, "Severus, confirm it."

Snape stepped forward noiselessly, his black robes blending into the shadows around him.

He squatted slowly, and his pale fingers probed for Harry's carotid artery.

Time seemed to stand still, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind echoing in the silent forest.

After a moment, Snape stood up and looked at Voldemort with a complicated look in his eyes.

"He is dead, my lord."

A strange smile crept up the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and he slowly looked around, as if declaring his victory.

He waved his hand, and the Death Eaters surrounded him, lifted up Harry Potter's "body", and slowly walked towards Hogwarts.

When they arrived at the gate of Hogwarts, the setting sun was as bright as blood, dyeing the outline of the castle scarlet.

The teachers and students stood on the steps of the castle, their faces filled with grief and despair, but their eyes remained firm.

Professor McGonagall stood in the front, pointing her wand at Voldemort. Although her voice was trembling, it was full of power: "You will never conquer us!"