[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

"If it's Harry Potter." The woman leaned forward and put her hand on Voldemort's chest, "I'll give him to you, Voldy, as the best Christmas present. "

"No." Voldemort stood up, his red eyes, flat snake-like face, pale complexion glowing slightly in the gloom. "I just have a question, Le Fay," said Voldemort softly.

"voldy?"

Voldemort handed the Elder Wand to Avalon, holding it gracefully and precisely as if holding a baton.

"Why doesn't it work, Le Fay?"

In the silence, Avalon seemed to realize the danger but opened his eyes incredulously.

"I don't understand, Voldy." Morgan Le Fay Avalon said blankly, "I have no secrets about the Deathly Hallows."

"Oh, don't be nervous, Le Fay." Voldemort helped the woman to the chair with care, "I have never ignored what you did to the Dark Lord, let alone deny the power brought by the Hallows, but this wand... ...it doesn't show any of its fabled marvelous powers, any different from the ones I've had from Ollivander before."

"But you killed Dumbledore, you killed the master of the Elder Wand, it should bow to you."

"You're right, Le Fay." Voldemort started to walk around the room, still speaking in that slow tone as he lingered, his anger felt even through the walls.

"But it really doesn't make any difference," he repeated.

Avalon jumped up from the chair, "This must be Dumbledore's trick!" the woman said angrily and held Voldemort's hand, "Anyway, everything should be over, Voldy, the time for you to rule the world has come!"

"You're right, Le Fay." Voldemort laughed, "But I don't want flaws, and you must be willing to help me go further on the road to King's Landing."

Avalon let go of Voldemort's hand, she seemed to realize something, and stepped back in resistance.But Voldemort obviously didn't intend to give up. He stroked the woman's face and said softly, "You look exactly like Vivian."

Voldemort walked around behind Avalon and hugged the woman's stiff body in his arms, "A month ago, Nott's son discovered a secret——in the Black Lake of Hogwarts, there is the lake banshee Vi Vivian's life. The world says that you are the reincarnation of Vivian——when I saw the scene of the lake, I was sure, my favorite little Le Fay, how could he not have such a noble soul? You said, my Le Fay, the master who created the Elder Wand is here, so how can it obey me?"

"No—!" Avalon burst into a scream, his silver hair shaking like waves, "You said you loved me, Voldy, and you said you would marry me to be your queen of darkness."

"Of course, my love, the place of queen will always be your name."

"But you wanted to kill me!" Avalon was yelling, "After I resurrected you! After I told you the secret of the Deathly Hallows! I did so much for you—"

"Then you should dedicate your all to me." Voldemort interrupted her cruelly, "The Dark Lord must be a great master who is omnipotent and has no weakness!"

"The Elder Wand must be my use!"

"Liar!" Morgan Le Faye Avalon sat sprawled on the cold floor, tears filled her out-of-focus eyes, and the Dark Lord's hand was still gently stroking her face.But this is no longer sweet, the intimacy is like the horn of death, reminding her everything in the mirror——she is no longer Avalon, the proud daughter of heaven, no longer the self-righteous Morgan Le Fay, and never the Dark Lord Beloved woman, she is nothing but a clown, a time traveler trying to surpass history!What happens to the professor will end up to her - no, no, it's not her fault, something must be wrong, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger... and Della Komalfo—there must be time travelers among them—

"Listen, Voldy! I'm not Vivian's reincarnation, I'm just—" However, a green light flashed, and the woman would never be able to tell the secret.

"Farewell, my love," whispered Voldemort.He turned away without any sadness or guilt.With a wand now fully obedient to him, it was time to leave the small room and take control of the situation.

As for Morgan Le Fay Avalon, even if she wasn't Vivian, Voldemort didn't need a famous servant.

****

As soon as midnight came, the Dark Lord's attack began.

Thousands of magic lights shone above the castle, and the invisible barrier was devoured to create a gap, and the sparks, like festering wounds and sparks of a prairie fire, spread layer by layer and spread to the surroundings.

The bloodthirsty werewolf rushed to the castle wall first, followed by the dense acromantula, and the dementors gliding forward.

The Dark Lord laughed in the air, and he twirled the ring in his hand three times - and all the terror came down.

Time seemed to be frozen, and the world was enveloped in biting cold and darkness.A kind of collapse from the bottom of my heart overflowed my whole chest - the army from hell, ah, obeyed the call of the master in the gust of wind.The demons crawled out of the ground, first with scattered arms, then with ghostly fire-flaming skeletons, ragged clothes, and hoarse horns. Voldemort's undead army began to erode the land.

"What's that?" A third-grade girl was crying softly.She had felt immensely honored and proud as a student who had slipped back into battle, but now, she was terrified.

Hermione touched the girl's head comfortingly, "That's the Yin soldier summoned by the Soul Resurrection Stone."

"No!" someone screamed, "I regret coming back! I regret it!"

"No one asked you to come!"

"You coward!"

The students led by the Weasley twins formed an alliance, they knocked down the guards who remained in the Order of the Phoenix, and returned to the battlefield through the secret passage of Hogsmeade.

But once the ambition is over, what remains is the fear of death.

Neville Longbottom shivered in the cold wind, "We should be brave." He was trembling, even vague, "But Hogwarts is our home."

Yes, Hogwarts is our home, and now it's time to protect her.

Harry's emerald eyes gleamed serenely in the dark, and it was time.

"If, you—" Hermione hesitated to speak, and then swallowed the words that were on the verge of her mouth.She stood there calmly, but if it wasn't for Ron, her trembling body would be limp to the ground.

"Wait for you to come back, brother." The red hair tried to ease the atmosphere, but he failed, the blunt arc was almost uglier than crying.

"Harry Potter." The pale blond boy stepped forward, his light gray eyes reflected every inch of his lover's outline, almost devoutly, Draco pressed a kiss on Harry's lips, " Go, Myhero."

"No! Potter!"

"No, Harry—!!!"

People shouted almost collapsed, but it was too late.

Harry Potter, the boy who once survived a catastrophe, the savior of the wizarding world, just like that, fell down in the green light in front of everyone, motionless, just like his mentor, the great Dumbledore , embrace death.

everything is over.

The author has something to say:

That's right, the villain girl is the time-traveling girl. This article was stimulated by reading an article about Harry being hacked miserably and finally killed! ! ! !

Labor and management are the protagonists, and the upper right corner is not happy to send it away!

I don't know what I'm writing. Things are not going well in the third dimension recently, and I'm under too much pressure.Anyway, one more chapter and it's time for us to say goodbye.