Hogwarts Lion Girl

A figure walked out from the crowd.

Neville Longbottom, the boy who had always seemed timid and clumsy, was the first to stand up and resist.

Nagini spit out her tongue, and the scarlet snake tongue drew a strange arc in the air.

It raised its head high, with a cold light flashing in its snake pupils, and aimed at Neville, ready to attack.

The next moment, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. A fishy smell hit my face, like a sign of death.

Nagini pounced on Neville like lightning, trying to swallow him whole.

At the critical moment, Neville suddenly grabbed the Sorting Hat that had fallen to the side.

At the moment when Nagini was about to touch him, he reached deep into his hat and pulled out a sword shining with silver light - the Sword of Gryffindor!

The sword reflected a faint light in the dim environment, like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness.

Neville held up his sword, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination and courage.

He shouted loudly, and the Gryffindor sword in his hand drew a sharp arc of light, and with unstoppable momentum, he slashed towards Nagini fiercely.

With a shrill scream, Nagini's huge body was cut in half.

Blood gushed out and splashed on the cold floor.

The two halves of Nagini's body twisted weakly a few times before completely losing their life.

Voldemort looked at this scene in disbelief. His proud pet, the deadly Nagini, his precious last Horcrux, was destroyed just like that.

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers, and the Gryffindor students jumped up excitedly.

They were proud of Neville's courage and saw hope for victory in this battle.

Voldemort turned around suddenly, pointing his wand at Neville, his lips trembling, and a hoarse voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell: "You... Damn it!"

Harry then seized the opportunity to disguise himself and attacked Voldemort from behind, attracting his attention.

Voldemort was shocked and then turned his gaze to Snape. He didn't expect that this guy would betray him in the end.

Snape blocked the approach of other Death Eaters, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix reacted instantly and rushed to support them.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

Magic surged between the two of them, and the air was filled with tension.

The red light and the green light intertwined and collided, making a deafening roar.

The elder wand trembled violently in Voldemort's hand, as if resisting its master's orders.

After a fierce clash, the magic wand actually flew out of his hand and flew into the air.

Voldemort was stunned, and before he could react, an old hand firmly caught the elder wand.

Dumbledore appeared on the battlefield at some point, his eyes calm and deep, as if everything was under his control.

He gently waved his wand, a dazzling white light flashed, Voldemort let out a shrill scream, and his body gradually dissipated in the white light, and finally turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

……

The war was finally over.

Harry sat on a broken stone pillar, rubbing his forehead wearily, with Dumbledore standing beside him.

"You did very well, Harry." Dumbledore's voice was filled with a hint of relief. "Better than I thought."

"But, Professor," Harry's voice was hoarse, "I still don't understand why Voldemort's wand would... betray him?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and his old fingers gently stroked the feathers of the phoenix Fawkes, which flickered like flames.

"Because he fundamentally misunderstands the loyalty of the Elder Wand, Harry."

He paused, his eyes drifting into the distance, as if penetrating time and space.

"Voldemort firmly believed that only by killing the owner of the wand could he gain ownership of it. This was his consistent line of thought, cruel and direct. But in fact, the loyalty of the Elder Wand was not based on killing, but on submission to strength and submission to victory."

"Victorious?" Harry repeated the word, images of the duel flashing through his mind.

"Yes, victory." Dumbledore nodded affirmatively. "Think about it, Harry, what happened before Snape...ended my life?"

Harry closed his eyes and recalled that night: the biting cold wind on the Astronomy Tower, Dumbledore's figure, and... Malfoy's trembling spell: "Expelliarmus!"

"Malfoy!" Harry's eyes shot open. "It was him! He used Expelliarmus to knock your wand away, so..."

"Thus, the Elder Wand's allegiance has shifted from me to Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore said calmly, "although he is unaware of it."

"And then," Harry took a deep breath and continued to follow his train of thought, "Not long ago in the castle, I took Malfoy's wand from him, which means..."

"It means that the true master of the Elder Wand has become you, Harry." Dumbledore's voice was filled with a hint of imperceptible pride. "Voldemort thought that by killing Snape he could gain the power of the Elder Wand, but he was wrong from the beginning. He was using nothing more than a stick that had no loyalty to him at all."

Harry looked at the old wand in his hand. It no longer emitted a frightening dark aura. Instead, it seemed unusually calm, as if a battle-hardened warrior had finally found his home.

……

The golden sunlight penetrated the mist, covering Hogwarts Castle like a veil.

Salina stood on the observatory, took a deep breath, and felt the fresh morning air.

The ancient stone railings glowed warmly in the sun. She gently ran her fingertips over them, feeling the sedimentation of history.

The forbidden forest in the distance was covered with a golden coat, like a sleeping giant that had just awakened.

Below the mountain, wisps of smoke rose from the roofs of Hogsmeade village, heralding the beginning of a new day.

The sun slowly rose from the horizon, dyeing the originally gloomy sky into a brilliant orange-red. Salina squinted her eyes, looking at this magnificent scenery, and an indescribable peace surged in her heart.

The traces of the battle seemed to be wiped out by the rising sun, and everything underfoot seemed to have regained vitality.

The crystal dewdrops on the grass reflect the sunlight, like scattered pearls, sparkling with the light of hope.

"This is the best ending." Salina whispered with a faint smile on her lips.

Almost no one died in this battle because Dumbledore had been silently protecting everyone in the dark.

In the magical world, even the most serious injuries can be healed as long as there is still a breath.

Thinking of this, Salina's heart was filled with hope for the future.

The sun is rising and everything will be fine.