HP Hermione's Phoenix

Halloween night, London Bridge.

The Palace of Westminster is brightly lit all night. From the satellite, London at this point of the map seems to be extraordinarily bright, lighting up to the world of mortals a few light-years away.

Looking up from the side of the bridge, Big Ben is both majestic and stunning in the night sky, like an eternal firework.Under the bridge, the water of the Thames River melts into the night and flows continuously. There are thousands of floating life and bustling people beside the bridge. The lights of thousands of houses also have their own light and shade at this moment. No one is aware of the undercurrent.

Harry looked up at Hermione, her eyelashes were deeply buried in the shadows in the night sky, and asked him inaudibly, "Are you ready?"

He wrapped his robe tightly and said in a low voice, "Yes."

There was a kind of trance and bewilderment in his tone, but there was also an unquestionable determination.

"Don't worry," she said softly.

"But will I win?" He couldn't help asking himself after all.

"You've already seen that prophecy." Hermione raised her head, her eyes reflected the bright light of the entire London Bridge, her voice was cold and distant: "You are the destined savior, and you will definitely win."

"Yes...I know..." Harry murmured.

He recalled the prophecy ball they handed him before the trip—Dumbledore wasn't there, but the Weasleys and Sirius brothers were there.Snape was there too.The Order of the Phoenix handed him that prophecy, and he finally got to know everything, everything about why his parents died—

Then, he finally realized that he had indeed grown up.

—"Harry..." the godfather of the big dog looked at him breathlessly, emphatically: "I know you're going to fight—but we won't—you know—"

—Snape watched him silently, gripping his wand tightly under his black robes.

——"He's still a child!" Mrs. Weasley trembled, covering her eyes with her hands: "We can't let him sacrifice..."

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"I know." Unexpectedly, he stood up calmly, his green eyes quietly staring at everyone, as if seeing through everything in an instant.

He raised his wand and strode in the intended direction without looking back.

After a long time, before the final battle, Harry suddenly recalled a certain Christmas.

He stared blankly at the overwhelming lights of London Bridge, and said softly, "Hermione, you know? I once... had a nightmare. I woke up feeling like my whole life was ruined."

Hermione stared quietly at the night sky.

"That dream was too real, not like a dream, like another memory—" he murmured, "I dreamed that many people died. I dreamed that he came back, and I was lost and said yes Resisting his power is actually hiding everywhere—Principal Dumbledore died for me, and Professor Snape died for me, and he asked me to look at him with my eyes when he died... But how could I What? I don't think I deserve to look at him like that at all..."

Hermione turned her head and squeezed his palm lightly.

The night wind blew across the lake, and Harry suddenly woke up.He murmured a lot, but when he turned his head to look at Hermione, he found that her eyes were even more trembling, neither sad nor desperate, but it was so incomprehensible, as if reflecting the prosperity of the entire city and loneliness...

"Don't worry," said Hermione softly, "I'll go with you."

"Yes, I know……"

"Dreams are just dreams."

"I know." He lowered his head and clenched his wand tightly, "I will not retreat... This is my fate, my parents' blood feud, I will avenge it..."

——clang—clang——

In the night, Big Ben tolled a long time.Gray doves are flying under the sky, and this clock seems to be here for thousands of years, no matter how it rises or falls, it does not change.

"It's time, let's go," said Hermione.

Harry nodded.

In just a split second, he felt his body lighten up. In a split second, everything changed. The cold wind pierced his body and made him feel empty, and his feet shone brightly.

—Tik, Tok... Tik, Tok...

The endless, huge sound of the second hand turning is so clear, as if time is at the bottom of your feet, and it can swallow people up in a blink of an eye.

As far as the eye can see, the bright night view of London is laid out under your feet.

Here it is... the top of Big Ben!

Harry held his wand vigilantly, stood back to back with Hermione, drew his eyebrows in and began to move—but all this seemed unnecessary, and Hermione seemed to have known that it was unnecessary, because the surrounding square suddenly rose. Several air walls, the airflow gradually condensed into a solid body, and then it was brightly illuminated——

--boom!

The screens in all directions lit up, and Harry looked up in disbelief, and it was they who appeared on the screen—the brown-haired girl and the green-eyed boy, wearing cloaks, standing vigilantly on top of Big Ben...

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.In the only darkness ahead, someone suddenly slapped three times.

Hiss - hiss -

Harry's eyes widened suddenly. He could understand the terrifying voice, and his heart was almost shocked - the voice was so innocent: "Tom...I'm hungry..."

"Don't worry." The cruel and elegant voice comforted the big snake.

After a while, the one-eyed demon king slowly came out from the shadows.He was completely wrapped in a black robe, with a leisurely expression, looking down at them from above.

The big white snake Nagini followed him obediently, crawling on the ground with its huge belly.

"Well, well... The gameison." Voldemort smiled lowly.

As he said so, he raised his skinny and gnarly hand, and lowered it.

The huge air wall screens in all directions were changed in an instant.The big screen was divided into countless small screens, and each small screen was the scene of them standing on the top of Big Ben and their robes being blown loudly. Harry raised his head, and countless small people with black hair and green eyes also appeared on the screen. Looking up at himself from the robe, the whole body was shining brightly, and the night wind blew his black hair into chaos——

A moment later, the screen changed again. Countless small screens formed a huge skull with a black snake spitting out. Under the hissing and flickering Dark Mark, a line of [live] was typed out in gothic font.

"Great invention, isn't it?" Accompanied by Voldemort himself on countless small screens, he raised the corners of his pale lips that were so thin that they were almost invisible, and clapped his hands meaningfully: "Great invention, the creator of the live broadcast— —Miss Hermione Granger..."

It was actually the first time he called her by her name.

"—Great network, great live broadcast!"

Standing in the mighty night wind, he opened his arms and laughed maniacally: "Welcome to the Night of the Dark Lord and the Savior!"

There was a shock in Harry's heart, and then those blurred screens suddenly changed, and a camera from an unknown direction was aimed at him, and the screen was full of tightly shrunk green eyes——

He suddenly understood everything.

This is live.Their decisive battle was broadcast live across Europe.

He and each of him are irrevocable.

Without avoiding it, he stared at Voldemort and growled, "Stop talking nonsense! Come on!"

Voldemort smiled deeply.As the night flickered, his single red eye looked behind him through his shoulder, and his tone was ambiguous: "No—don't worry, Potter. Don't worry, Nagini, I'll take his freshest skull Leave it to you, without damaging the brain tissue—Miss Granger is still waiting for my explanation."

Harry suddenly turned his head, suddenly realizing that Hermione hadn't spoken in this night.

"Want to know how I hacked into the network, Potter?" he said, stroking Nagini's head with pleasure, staring deeply at them.

—Want to know how I hacked into the network?

—Want to know?

--think……

At this moment, Voldemort's rumbling echo resounded over the entire British sky.From the three small islands to the vast continent of Europa, from forests to swamps, from cities to villages, from the coast of the Mediterranean Sea to the top of the Alps, in every corner where magic exists, there are people trembling and holding their terminals, murmuring sighs...

"Merlin..." Someone whispered in the Ministry of Magic under the Capitol, "Maybe...Lucius was coerced?"

"No...that's not important..." Hagrid led a small group of giants, lurking in the Forbidden Forest with Lupine.He held Madame Maxime's hand and murmured.

"Harry..." Draco stood among the crowd with all his friends, wand in hand, staring at the screen in the auditorium as if it was the first live broadcast.

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"Of course." Voldemort showed a clear smile, looked at Hermione as if admiring, and said kindly until he had admired enough, "You already know, don't you? Hey—Tom!"

Harry suddenly realized something at this moment - his eyes widened suddenly - but was still shocked...

In another layer of darkness, a boy with black hair and black eyes came out quietly, looking at Hermione without turning his eyes.

Hermione watched him quietly too.The wind blew through her long brown hair, and the streamer hit it, as if the whole city was covered with starlight.

"No—impossible!" Harry exclaimed, startled.

"Why is it impossible?" The tall Voldemort nodded, smiled and said in a poetic voice: "O Britain—please allow me to introduce you—my dearest little brother, the Horcrux of the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle! "

- Whoops!

There was an uproar all over Britain.At this moment, no one even had time to swipe the screen to discuss, no one posted in the discussion area, and everyone was more astonished than Harry—astonished—and then reacted instantly—

——"It really is him!" In the Hogwarts auditorium, someone suddenly shouted loudly.

- "He won't..." Ron said out of control, his eyes widening.

——"Why...?" Neville clenched his fist in disbelief...

——"Horcrux—he actually made that!" Finally, Cedric pointed to the screen and shouted.

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In the distant Durmstrang, Karkaroff also led all the students—mostly boys—to watch the big screen in the small auditorium with fear.At this moment, he suddenly remembered his favorite student...

In the projection hall of the German Bundesliga club, all the teammates watched Viktor Krum suddenly stand up, facing the screen of the live broadcast room, and punched the wall——

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"5654345, 234, 345, 5654345, 2531...Londonbridgeisfallingdown...myfairlady..." Voldemort suddenly hummed happily.He hummed so intently that his body was dancing, if it weren't for the terrifying face, his humming and dancing would have been graceful and extraordinary, but at this moment it only made people feel thrilled——he was dancing the slender A dementor-like hand that makes people feel disgusting, with a finger, as if pressing something in the air——

Harry reacted in an instant.He is imitating the movement of playing the piano, playing "London Bridge is Falling Down".

"What a beautiful nursery rhyme - the Triwizard Tournament performance of the most talented witch in history! Great Britain!" He stopped playing the piano and humming, looked at Hermione maliciously and kindly and said, "I have already reminded But you, you know--but pretend you don't, don't you?"

Everyone knows the allusion to this song—everyone is now aware of what's going on in a trance, but the deep meaning contained in this song can only be understood by Hermione and the devil opposite...

"My little brother has quite fond memories of this piece." He grinned and smiled palely and cruelly.

Through the long night and the long stream of light under his feet, Tom stood beside Voldemort—no, they were alone—the soul piece stood beside the main soul. stared at Hermione.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, Hermione remained unmoved.The night wind blew her eyes even colder:

"Enough said?"

she said briefly.

Voldemort narrowed his one eye, and murmured thoughtfully: "It seems you don't care? No—don't you care? Or is it out of a stubborn pride that you refuse to admit that you... The most talented witch, you still fell in love with me in the end—the Horcrux boy of Lord Voldemort, and stubbornly refused to admit that he was me——Tom, who shared memories with me, knows all the secrets of your network..."

It wasn't until this time that Europe really exploded.Finally, some people started swiping the screen in the forum. Of course, the tone is still the tone that watching the excitement is not a big deal:

——[Oh my God! !The British Dark Lord is actually playing tricks on beautiful men...]

——[Gosh! !Hermione's rumored boyfriend is Voldemort's Trumpet!I don't believe in love anymore! ! ! 】

——[It turns out that the network was breached in this way—but please, we don’t think it has any impact, it hasn’t been repaired recently...]

——[I still get pop-up advertisements from time to time when Death Eaters come in...]

——【Idiot upstairs?How much impact the network control center was hacked is still unknown today? !Voldemort could kill any wizard he could locate! 】

——[That’s only affected by Britain—by ​​the way, he dares to come to the European continent?Emperor Gellert]

——[It turns out that Viktor lost to the Dark Lord trumpet, give him some wax...]

——[Originally Gringotts said that it would launch online payment, but it was shelved by this matter. I want to say that it is fortunate, otherwise the impact would be really big...]

——[There are still some apps that use online coins, thank you Voldemort for not stealing my game account...]

——[Upstairs is too good-for-nothing, the Dark Lord of Great Britain is busy picking up Internet founders, why steal your account [laughs] [laughs] [laughs]]

In the huge network, only all the Britons remained silent like Harry at this moment.

Harry stared at Voldemort.Stared at Tom too.Finally, he turned his head and looked at Hermione's side face—that face in the night wind was still exquisite and resolute, and he suddenly saw the black-haired boy leading the red-dressed girl eloping through the oak gate at the Christmas ball Running out, the red dress was blowing across the snow, as bright as "Snow White", he pressed her against the wall and embraced and kissed her...

no no no that's impossible...

——Could it be...

——Are those all fake?

Hermione suddenly laughed contemptuously.

This smile, including Lucius who was squatting in the American test center far away, watching the live broadcast on the mechanical screen, made millions of people stunned.

——Does Hermione still have a back hand?

Snape was also standing at the back of the hall.He is the only one who hasn't been surprised since just now - although in the eyes of others, his expression has always maintained a power-saving state - but in fact he has no surprise in his heart.

——It is indeed impossible for her to have a backhand... The professor who had already seen through life and boiled hundreds of bottles of anti-abortion potion thought calmly.

"Have you finished?" She raised her head proudly, and looked at Voldemort who was performing madly, coldly and mockingly.

The slender red eyes narrowed tightly.Harry saw the snake's face finally twisted inevitably—"You still want to mock me now? Do you think you can still laugh at me?—Very good! Then I'll let you see!"

The Dark Lord roared viciously, tearing off his dementor-like robes uncontrollably.

--hiss……

At this moment, the eyes of millions of viewers are straight.On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, in the reconstructed Washington underground network center, American researchers asked Lucius with wide-eyed eyes: "Your demon king also plays explosive clothes like in the comics?"

"Uh..." Lucius' expression was dull, and he just felt that he didn't know the previous owner... No, in fact, he never knew him...

But at this moment nothing happened.The bad scene that many people imagined did not happen—or something more frightening happened. The emotionally insane Dark Lord ripped his chest open, and the other blindfold on his cheek was suddenly ripped off. On the chest, across the withered neck, to the corner of the eyes, a silver chain and three rubies flickered faintly.

Harry watched the chain warily.For some reason, he always feels that the chain is wrong, the ruby ​​is like a beating heart, but the way the chain is tied always gives people an indescribable sense of abuse... But it should be tied up by the other party himself...

"Come on!" the Dark Lord yelled at Hermione enthusiastically, "look at the result of what you have done! Do you still dare to turn a blind eye? Thanks to your sophisticated network circle - when Game of Thrones is over, Zhong Sound the sound, and Britain will fall!!! Oh—great Britain! Noble Britain!"

"Hehe." Hermione continued to smile contemptuously.

Voldemort felt even more furious. He pointed at her and cursed: "How dare you laugh at me?!"

The long crazy body took a step forward, and he roared with grinning teeth: "As long as I pull these mechanisms, London Bridge and the Houses of Parliament will explode!"

Harry's heart was shocked, and he yelled violently: "Impossible! Do you want to die yourself!!!"

Voldemort laughed.He seemed to be immersed in the memory and enjoyed it for a long time before he said leisurely and proudly: "The Dark Lord will never die. As I said, I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life—"

- bang bang bang!

Suddenly, at this very moment, he was startled suddenly, almost took a big step back in shock——

Hermione blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun contemptuously, looked up proudly, and looked at the Dark Lord who was almost falling from the top of Big Ben like an ant, and continued to repeat with a blank expression: "Finally say Is it over?"

——[Oh my god, Muggle stuff! 】

At this moment, the Internet exploded again.Many people recognized the pistol—it was the first time the crowd had seen a Muggle pistol used in such a live-streamed wizard duel—there were many ways of magic that were faster and more powerful than that, but Hell Min chose the one that was most insulting to Voldemort, and...

——【And Hermione is so sexy playing with guns!Please kneel and lick! 】

The cold wind blew past, Voldemort was startled and angry, his one-eyed stared at the three broken magic bomb switches as if he was about to bleed, then at her, and then at the intact London Bridge , yelling: "Impossible! You—"

He stopped suddenly.Because Hermione ignored him at all.

"Come back." Hermione put away the Muggle pistol, like putting away a toy, and said briefly and indifferently.

Standing opposite them, the black-haired boy who had been in a power-saving state finally nodded.He still put his hands in his trouser belts and walked over with ease. The wind blew through the corners of his white shirt, making him look delicate and slender...

At this moment, everyone in the Hogwarts auditorium breathed a sigh of relief.The Weasley twins started clapping and even whistling.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes tightly, watching Hermione staring at him indifferently, his voice was still as cold as a person in the world: "Do you know the difference between you and him?"

He gritted his teeth, so angry that blood would explode from his withered body: "How dare you—you can control my own Horcrux—"

"Because he will never hurt Hogwarts." Hermione ignored him, but finished calmly on her own.

No one knows the true meaning of this sentence.But, in the center of the Hogwarts Great Hall, the castle figure jumped down from the portrait.It tilted its head and looked at the live broadcast screen, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"I won't hurt him either, Haierbo..." he said in a low voice.

The big snake shrunk its body in the castle duct and let out a hissing sigh.

"I've shared his memory!" roared Voldemort frantically, "I know all about him—him and you—you—oh, weak and shameless—I know all about your cyber circles! There is nothing wrong with my invasion steps!"

"Oh." Hermione sneered, "That's amazing."

This sentence was so ironic that even Snape couldn't help but find it funny, and his paralyzed expression almost couldn't hold back.

"You actually—you even gave me fake memories!" He scolded indiscriminately.

"Hehe." This sentence was said by the black-haired boy imitating Hermione's tone.He still puts his hands in his pockets so far, and his white shirt is so fierce that he wants to go home with the wind...

The continental European discussion board almost burst out laughing:

——【This is the level of the Dark Lord of England, I suddenly feel that my son can also be the Dark Lord...】

——[Feels like the madman who threatened the goblins of Gringotts with a toy bomb...]

——[Hahahaha, is Hermione using the beauty trick to play the beauty trick? 】

——[Whether that little gossip boyfriend is his Horcrux is not certain, how can the Dark Lord's soul piece be so handsome? 】

——[Agreed... It should be Hermione who used her little boyfriend to deceive the Dark Lord...]

——[With this level of fighting, it’s no wonder that Emperor Gellert has never left the mountain [laughs]]

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Gellert was sitting in a secret room far away, looking at the big screen leisurely, and biting a piece of apple—suddenly he put away his expression of concentrating and watching, and turned his head to ask the people behind him, "Do you want to eat?"

Behind the four-corner curtain bed, a huge dark-pattern pillow was thrown out in the wind.

The old devil dodged swiftly—the level of dodge was comparable to that of the villain in "Merlin Saves King Arthur"—with his back facing the raging live broadcast screen, he couldn't see his teeth smiling: "Don't get excited, my dear...you don't want to eat it!" The kids have to eat too—”

——Boom!The sound of the four corners of the bed being cracked came out...

Voldemort snorted coldly, and suddenly burst into a more insane laugh——

"It's late! It's late!" He pointed at them condescendingly, waved his arms, as if he was directing a symphony, and shouted wildly, "The gameison—"

Harry suddenly saw the countless small screens around him change.In such an intensely changing picture, the sound of rumbling explosions continued to be heard, and the magic laser shot at the crowd and ancient buildings——

"1, Ministry of Magic." Voldemort said, holding up his slender fingers and looking dangerously in his eyes.

--boom!The live broadcast suddenly switched, and the Death Eaters led the zombies screaming and rushed into the white hall with the fountain of the statue of Merlin in the underground of the Capitol...

Hermione's lips curled up slightly.

Voldemort's expression contracted again.He stared at her deeply, and raised his second skinny finger:

"2, the Wizengamot."

--boom!The trolls were drooling and smashed into the first court of the wizarding world in the flames. The raging flames reflected in Harry's green eyes. He witnessed with his own eyes—right in front of the screen, in front of him, this ancient magical building turned for ashes...

"3." Voldemort was a little anxious, because Hermione still had an unmoved expression.

"Hogwarts," he said through gritted teeth.

"It's now!" The Weasley brothers suddenly jumped onto the broomstick and greeted all the students in the auditorium.

--boom!The thousand-year-old oak gate was knocked down heavily. This was the team with the largest number of people. Bellatrix was still wearing a black dress. She was astonishingly beautiful and also astonishingly evil. She yelled at the front most frantically: "Avada— —”

——"Dizzy!"

——"Disarm you!"

- Boom!

Several spells fell on her at the same time, but the most conspicuous one was a crystal ball, which hit her directly on the nose——Professor McGonagall turned around, the war had begun, and Trelawney was still wearing that A big scarf like an old insect, shrugging her shoulders in a very witchy way.

Professor McGonagall smiled and directed the team of teachers to advance, passing her by—

——"Students pay attention to the formation!" Professor Flitwick was floating in the air, waving his wand constantly to distribute elf wings to the students.

——"Does Professor Snape also need it?" Some girls were not nervous at this time, but flew to the black-robed snake king full of love, mustered up the courage to hand him the fluttering little elf wings... …

Snape's face was expressionless, and he was good at dancing with long sleeves. He passed several werewolves with a gorgeous move—the anti-wolf sprayer loaded with the latest wolf poison potion showed its power, and the black robe passed by. Many fang patients howled and fell. Down……

——"Aww! Professor Snape is so handsome!" The girls shouted in the air holding their cheeks.

——"Don't paddle when fighting! Have you put on your defensive suits?" Professor Sprout commanded the modified devil vine to cross them and reminded loudly.

Lupine led another team of werewolves from around the corner.He was still wearing the patched robes, looking old and calm, and smiled slightly when he passed by Snape: "Long time no see."

Snape didn't change his face, but just nodded slightly.

Many years of love, hatred, entanglement, and entanglement seem to be exhausted at this moment...

——"Crack, click!" Classmate Colin clamped his legs on the broomstick, nimbly directed several cameras to fly over the corridor of the battle, and shouted at the same time: "Guys! Keep up with Draco! Make more faces !"

——"Stop taking pictures..." Someone shouted behind him, "The prefects let us go back to the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets—the Student Chamber of Secrets was suddenly opened tonight!"

Collin suddenly realized, and at the same time, he glanced at the party elves in the air with his sharp eyes—at some point, those originally well-behaved and beautiful party elves also flew out with grinning teeth. They were actually more beautiful than ordinary house elves in the kitchen Ferocious, an arm the size of a matchstick can lift a troll and throw it to the ground...

——"You seem to be very skilled in fighting?" Luna, a Ravenclaw student, asked seriously. "It is said that the oak gate was knocked down many times by the Holy See in the Middle Ages. Is it true?"

——"Probably hundreds of times." The banquet elf said, flapping her wings.

The friends retreated and fought with the crowd, but in the middle of the retreat, Ron looked at the snitch cameras commanded by Colin, and suddenly slapped his head: "I'm going, where is Draco?!"

Haierbo slid past him with a squint, his huge body devoured dozens of eight-eyed spiders without changing his expression.

"Don't worry..." the basilisk said hoarsely.

Outside the castle, looking down from the night sky several hundred meters high, the vast Hogwarts seems to be holding a celebration at this moment.Fireworks everywhere, hilarity everywhere, gorgeous lights that never go out—

However, Draco, who was high above the sky, didn't look back at all, and didn't look down at his feet.

He rode tightly on the back of the black dragon, flying across the night sky like a shooting star, his little cheek was sore from the night wind, but he kept urging: "Caesar - hurry up - hurry up!"

Several places of gunpowder and war erupted on the British Isles at the foot of Big Ben, but only a few seconds later, Voldemort frowned tightly again——

Hermione looked at him with a sneer, still mocking briefly: "That's all?"

The Dark Lord glared at her with bitter hatred.

"Enough." She snorted lightly from her nose, turned her head and said, "Harry, go up and kill him."

Harry clenched his fists suddenly.

"Kill him." She said indifferently, "This is your blood feud, from 14 years ago to today—you come to end it."

Voldemort's eyes changed many ways in an instant - but before Harry raised his wand to face him, he suddenly burst out laughing in surprise: "That's it!!!"

He pointed at Hermione and shouted excitedly: "I still win!"

Harry frowned suddenly, but suddenly found that he couldn't lift his arms——

Voldemort suppressed him, stared at Hermione wildly, and said enthusiastically, "You can't kill me."

Hermione didn't say a word, a light gust of true energy poured out, and Harry suddenly felt a slight strength in his arm - "Kill him." She looked at him and repeated.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that he had this feeling many times today. He knew that he should end it quickly, but something kept reminding him that he couldn't do it——

It seems that once he is really killed, something irreparable will happen——

"Look—how powerful you are." Voldemort was so shocked by her true energy that he spit out a mouthful of blood and almost retreated to the edge of Big Ben, but his eyes were still extremely excited: "But you can't kill me! You can't even move Move me!"

Hermione frowned and urged Harry, "Do it."

"Because I am him—no, I am the main soul—" The Dark Lord smiled terribly, but said firmly as if he was a real winner: "Kill me, and your feelings will be destroyed—he Not his own, he's Lord Voldemort...it's me...because you can't kill me - what a shameful feeling! Great love from Dumbledore!"

Hermione sneered, "You're thinking too much. Harry, this is your fate, I promised—do it!"

Harry finally raised his wand. In the dark, he felt that something was wrong, but he still raised it without hesitation——

"You'll regret it." Voldemort suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and laughed completely madly at Hermione.

Harry didn't think he would regret it at all.Hermione's contempt also infected him, Voldemort standing on the top of Big Ben tonight, performing and broadcasting live in front of millions of people, was so abnormal-no, he was never normal at all, he just An ordinary lunatic should have died long ago——

- "Avada -"

--"Avada Kedavra!"

--boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

A huge jet of colored air blasted off the top of Big Ben.From east to west, the light was many times more dazzling than the light under the feet, almost blinding the eyes of many people—Harry knew that he had hit the opponent, and this time the opponent had also hit him, fate had never been here For a moment so clear, he knew him, he knew him, they were still using their old wands, while avoiding intersecting flashback spells - no complicated process, this time it was either you or me -

——He who can defeat the Dark Lord was born...

——Only one can live...

—many died for him...

-Lookatme...

But it's all over...

Not many sacrificed for me...

Following the exploding airflow, Harry flew far away and fell off the top of Big Ben.A kind of joy and excitement that he had never felt before covered him, and he couldn't be happier than any other time at this moment, even though he was falling at a straight line speed, and the Firebolt was not by his side...

"Harry—!!!!"

In the night sky, the Platinum young master arrived in time on the black dragon, as if riding on colorful auspicious clouds.Caesar made a circle, waving his huge wings and flitting gorgeously over the gorgeous lights of central London.

"Well... thank you Draco..." Harry sat up from the black dragon's neck, turned around, touched the neck of the big black dragon, the Hogwarts guardian, and said happily: "Thank you Caesar— You were so timely."

"What, Harry?" In the cold night wind, Draco asked anxiously: "I saw—you and him—"

"We put the Death Curse on..." Harry said honestly.

"Then are you okay?!"

"I should have hit him—"

"Wow!!!!!!!"

"But...uh..." The black-haired and blue-eyed savior boy rubbed his head in a daze, and said still naturally: "It's strange——he should have hit me too...but, it seems to be blocked by something ..."

It's over, the war should be completely over.

But at this moment, many people angrily threw their terminals: [It's not enough!At this time, the live broadcast actually exploded——]

The other direction of Big Ben in the night sky.

Hermione kept falling.Magnificent from hundreds of meters high