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Harry stood in a mist, beside Professor Dumbledore in a shabby dark blue robe.

"The Deathly Hallows is real, and the group of fools it attracts is even more real," Harry heard Professor Dumbledore say.

Harry listened in silence, nodding thoughtfully in response.It never occurred to Harry that he could still see him, or even stand beside him, quietly listening to him tell his story.

Suddenly, a young man with long silver hair hurried past them.

Harry suddenly wanted to stop the young man, just as he couldn't help it when he saw Voldemort's broken soul just now: "Please wait a moment, sir, are you looking for someone?"

The young man turned his head, looked at Harry with a smile and said, "Yes, my brother is lost, did you see my brother?"

"Sorry, sir..." This was the first time Harry saw a person with silver hair. This person should have also been in contact with the Soul Resurrection Stone, and it may have existed for a long time.

The young man stared at Harry for a moment, and said, "I think I will find him, I seem to see him..." The young man turned his eyes into the distance, "Perhaps, it's time." As he spoke, he walked in the direction Harry came from go.

Harry wanted to call him back, because there was nothing but whiteness behind him, except for a skinned baby lying under a bench, still hideously evil even in its newborn form.He felt that young people were so beautiful that they shouldn't see such ugly things.

But the youth did not turn back.

Professor Dumbledore urged Harry to go back earlier, as if he had never seen the young man from the beginning to the end.

The moment he boarded the train, Harry looked back and saw that the silver-haired young man was holding the terrifying baby in surprise, smiling picturesquely.

The baby stretched out its small hand and delivered a wand to the young man.

The bright mist darkened, obscuring everyone's figures.

When people checked Voldemort's personal belongings, they found a wand that had been carefully cared for, and put together a piece of parchment that was blurred because of the long time:

"Hope you never have to use it.

—your faithful Ulysses”

The author has something to say: I don’t mark it as a tragedy because I think it’s a good character for me. It’s enough for a person to be remembered by so many amazing people in his life.

By the way, he helped the tyrant to do a lot of bad things, and he was able to reunite with his close relatives after death, which is considered a worthy death, and his death was not unjust.