[HP] Noble

In the center of the battlefield, the most gorgeous wizard duel of this century is staged.Under the wands of Grindelwald and Dumbledore, multicolored spells struck, cracked, and exploded like Christmas fireworks.The spell rolled up the gravel and sand, and the wizard's robe was flying, and the people around were almost dumbfounded. They had never seen so many spells—some of them had been revoked from the textbooks a long time ago, and some of them had never been seen before today. not known.

Things took a turn for the worse when Greenwald turned to deal with an oncoming werewolf.

Dumbledore, who lost the cover of his companions and concentrated on attacking, revealed a fatal gap in front of his chest, and Voldemort seized this opportunity—the joy of about to destroy a powerful enemy was almost blooming on his face, not far away, Bella's dead body hanging on a huge magical plant formed a stark and ironic contrast to him——

【Dumbledore, you will pay with your life for your arrogance! 】

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The Dark Lord straightened his waist and raised his hand. The tip of his wand aimed at Dumbledore's heart. Green light, a dazzling green light of hatred flickered on the tip of his wand ——

"Impedimenta!"

A heavy panting sound sounded in the empty sky, the red light shot out from nowhere in the crowd, and hit the Dark Lord's wrist accurately, he staggered a step, and the wand was knocked away from his fingertips— —The anger exploded like a balloon, the Dark Lord hooked his fingers, and the wand returned to his fingertips in the next second, he looked around, as if to see who was so bold—

Then he saw the crowd make way in uncanny silence.

Harry Potter came out of it.

Yes, Harry Potter.

He is not dead.He took off his invisibility cloak, his face was full of battle marks, he held his magic wand tightly in his hand, and on his middle finger, he wore a gleaming obsidian ring.

The cheers of the crowd resounded after the silence, and the righteous side yelled "he's still alive" crazily. The shocking sound almost turned into a slogan, and the entire gray sky seemed to be shaking with such joy. , They cheered, marveled, and hugged into a ball. Even Dumbledore stood firm with Greenwald's support, and then smiled silently.

"It's over, Voldemort, you don't want to hurt anyone again."

Looking closely at Voldemort, Harry said flatly.They started circling face to face as if they were about to duel—the crowd became quiet again, no matter whether it was the righteous side or the Death Eaters, all the people stopped their movements, and they stood on their respective leaders. Behind him, he watched the progress of everything nervously and anxiously - the noisy atrium suddenly returned to deathly silence.

"Your Horcruxes have been completely destroyed, Voldemort—including the last Horcrux, ah, I know, of course I know, and even you don't know what the last Horcrux is—" Ha Leigh sneered at Voldemort, however, he knew he was telling the truth, when he saw not far away, the Dark Lord's pupils contracted into two thin slits, just like his pet Nagini, the skin around his eyes changed. To put it bluntly, after carefully rubbing it, Harry noticed that the Dark Lord's whole body tensed up.

So he smiled happily.

"You destroyed your own Horcruxes yourself, Voldemort, when you put the Killing Curse on my heart with your wand - the last Horcrux was me, after you killed my mother, and tried to kill Accidentally made it when I died!—Ah, did you think that piece of Horcrux was your last hope, that no one could find it, because not even you knew what it was—No, Tom, you game over."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, a golden-red light suddenly burst out above his head in the middle of the night!Not far from the ruined wall, a small round of golden sun slowly rose—the sun became brighter and hotter, and the sun shone on the faces of everyone present, warm and fiery red one slice.

Dumbledore raised his wand, and the dead wood wand shook in the old headmaster's hand.

Golden powder sprayed out from the tip of the wand, and the powder was flying, shining golden light like sunlight, and finally gathered into shape—under the astonished eyes of everyone, a huge male lion appeared in front of the principal, Its whole body exudes golden light, and its pupils are beautiful and brilliant red. With a low growl, the male lion gently landed on the ground with its thick paws.

I saw the lion lightly leaping over a fallen Roman column, and stopped in front of a fallen wall—then, with the sound of boulders breaking, the whole wall was shattered into powder under the roar of the lion, and stretched out. With its paws out, the lion pulled out a battered hat from its sink.

It's the sorting hat.

With the Sorting Hat in its mouth, the lion strode towards Harry.

It puts the Sorting Hat in Harry's hands.

When the Gryffindor savior took it, and then pulled out the Gryffindor sword, which was shining sharply, the lion let out a deep and deep sound—it and the sword emitted dazzling light at the same time, that The light became more and more intense, until the golden color completely enveloped Harry!

"It's Gryffindor! Oh, look! That's Gryffindor's blessing!"

Someone in the crowd screamed in alarm. When the lion turned into golden powder and floated in the air, Voldemort raised his weapon at the same time. The surrounding was very quiet. Everyone could only hear Harry walking in the snow. The sound of running on the ground, and Voldemort's roar full of eagerness, anger, and expectation—

"Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)!"

With a bang, the green light burst and met the golden light, and from the place where they collided, golden and green flames shot out. The people held their breath, watching the green light recede, and the sun not far away getting hotter--

Puchi-

The muffled sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh.

Voldemort's head whirled into the sky, fear and disbelief became his last expression, and the ugly face was frozen with black blood all over the snow - just like his pet, he lost Dead, he staggered back, arms outstretched—

When the headless body knelt on the snow with its knees slightly bent, there was the sound of an object falling to the ground not far away—his head, staring at the red eyes, landed near his body empty and dazed.

Shocked and trembling, everyone was stunned——

The winning side had no time to celebrate.

The loser has no time to cry out.

The sun that rose in the night gradually lost its brilliance, and with a muffled bang, the sun disintegrated into countless golden particles, and the gold floating in the sky reflected the sky like daytime, and the gold reflected on people's faces—the remaining The Death Eaters Apparated at the first moment, and someone in the crowd screamed, and then more and more people started shouting crazily, and they rushed towards Harry like a tide, most of them had tears on their faces , for the victory, but also for the dead companions.

Those who have left, who have been fighting to the last moment, if they have a soul in heaven...

In the crowd, it is unknown who fired a mourning spell into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, more and more rays of light shot into the sky, and the rays of light converged into a huge beam of light, tearing open the gloomy sky with powerful claws!

Outside the crowd centered on Harry, a small group of people stood far away.

If someone pays a little attention, they will find that the mourning spell was issued from there at the very beginning—at this moment, the man has already put his fiery red wand back into his robe, shivering and shrinking his neck , he curled his lips and kicked the boy with platinum blonde hair standing next to him: "Take off your robe and give it to me, I'm freezing!"

……

Voldemort's body was still lying in the snow, and no one was going to give him even a straw mat.His head was picked up by Dumbledore, and the old man said that he would make it into a specimen and put it next to the medals in the office, but Mr. Gellert didn't seem to be particularly satisfied with this proposal, and the two old men even quarreled over it. non-stop.Everyone returned to the auditorium - everyone sat in a mess, members of the Order of the Phoenix, students, centaurs and house elves, Harry was surrounded by everyone in the center, and he kept talking to the people who came forward. People hugged and shook hands, and Weasley stayed with his family.

People were extremely busy, and on the long Ravenclaw table not far away, two Slytherins were lazily glued back to back.

"Lots of people died," said Scorpius.

"I see," Draco nodded, "The Ministry of Magic is probably about to undergo a major shake-up, and Dumbledore has already written an application to acquit my father and godfather from Azkaban—oh, although I Don't think they'd be happy to miss out on this last battle and just be in jail."

Somewhere in the distance, Peeves fluttered by, giggling in excitement, rolling around singing a song he wrote and directed—

Those hateful elves, you deserve to die at the hands of the hateful Orientals!

All said and done, we won!This is Master Peeves' territory!

"I just want to sleep well now," Scorpius yawned for a long time, his back was leaning against Draco, it was so warm that it made people feel uncomfortable, "I'm close to 40 I haven't closed my eyes for hours, and if I escaped the post-war tidying up, wouldn't Dumbledore deduct points from Slytherin?"

"..."

Scorpius felt the person behind him move, and immediately, a pair of clean and cold hands covered his eyes.

Draco's voice seemed to come from far, far away, with a gentle smile in his voice.

"Go to sleep, no one can deduct points from Slytherin until Professor Snape comes back, I'm still here."

Under those palms, the dazzling light of the auditorium was covered.The fourth-year Slytherin rested his head on the platinum nobleman's thigh, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly closed.He could hear the noisy crowd or the whispers of some people, and then, at this moment, he couldn't control anything. When the important people were safe and sound within a hundred miles around him, he finally fell into A peaceful sleep without any burden.

……

Three months later.

Winter is over, spring has come.Throughout the winter, the wizarding world was rebuilding in an orderly manner, and Hogwarts, which was almost in ruins, was the most troublesome—however, when they opened their eyes one day, people were surprised to find that there were two corridors in the corridor. The long light next to it was lighted up quietly again, the broken statues returned to their original places, all the water in the Slytherin cellar receded, except for a little water plant hanging on the sofa, the gorgeous common room seemed like nothing happened Like too.

That battle was so far away and unreal that it was like a dream with a terrible process and a happy ending.

Just as Draco said, the Ministry of Magic underwent a big change, and the sixth grade students of Hogwarts graduated ahead of schedule last year, which meant that Draco might inherit his father's career and stay in the university. In the Ministry of Magic, maybe he will do something else, anyway, today he will not return to Hogwarts.

"Great, very good."

Sitting at the long Slytherin table, the black-haired Slytherin who had reached the fifth grade lowered his voice and muttered to a man of the same grade next to him. Oh, though still shiny.Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the president on the front of the robe - Scorpius still remembered the way Draco handed it to him when he received the letter from the headmaster.

He curled his lips: "It's best not to come back, I can look for my second spring."

The innocent boy who was forced to accept the complaint showed a terrified expression, and moved his butt to the side: "Second spring? Mr. Malfoy will not let you go if he finds out."

"He's already far away from the Emperor, boy." The fifth-year Slytherin narrowed his eyes with a smile. "And, is the word 'Malfoy Exclusive' engraved on my face? Is it engraved?"

"..."

On the teacher's bench, the sound of Dumbledore's knocking on the cup saved the speechless passerby A.He stood up, smiling and full of enthusiasm.

"Welcome back, my children!"

There was a thunderous applause in the auditorium.

"We have gone through the most difficult and dark times together. My lovely children, it is your courage and wisdom that have built a peaceful and beautiful today. Everything has passed. Let us raise our glasses and remember those who paid for victory. They will live in our hearts forever; let us raise our glasses and forget the oppression and coldness brought to us by the darkness. They will be buried in the long river of history forever and will never wake up again. "

Everyone stood up and raised their cups.

"Bless tomorrow."

People muttered in low voices.

When they sat back at the table again, Scorpius began to fiddle with the fork in his hand in every possible way, and over his ears some seniors were discussing the problem that Professor Snape didn't seem to show up, but he wasn't interested.

Before the dinner started, Dumbledore was announcing the new team of teachers for this year—Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has become Grinwald. Congratulations, it seems that the twilight love between the two has been properly arranged.Professor McGonagall retreated to the second line, and the new professor of transfiguration was Hermione Granger, so it was hard to see directly. Fortunately, Potter and Weasley had gone to the Auror office, so they wouldn't be an eyesore here.

As for the head of Slytherin and the potions professor, I heard that they were alone.

Although I don't know which great god it is, it is obvious that this man is late.

Filled with contempt, Scorpius squinted at the tightly closed auditorium door for the third time, and this time, surprisingly, it moved.

Scorpius' eyelids twitched.

"Our Professor Snape applied for resignation, aha, although I think he was protesting that I didn't apply for Azkaban parole earlier - but he recommended me a good , the young new Potions Professor, at the same time, he will also assume the position of head of Slytherin, let us give a grand welcome—"

The auditorium door was pushed open.

A slender, elegant figure appeared behind the door.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, I hope I haven't missed the dinner while being dragged by my father to deal with the Ministry of Magic papers."

Lazy, full of perfunctory tone.

Dumbledore: "Let us welcome Mr. Draco Malfoy."

Scorpius: "..."

What happened?

Out!What!thing! ! ! ! ! ! !

The presence of the war hero filled the auditorium with cheers and screams of unprecedented fervor—especially from the girls.In the Great Hall, everyone rose from their tables to welcome their new professor—

In the entire auditorium, there was only one person sitting blankly at the long Slytherin table.

The prefect's badge gleamed on his chest.

[When you became a prefect, I was the head of the Boys' Council.When you become the chairman of the Boys' Student Council, don't worry, even if this is the case, I can still be one level higher than you. ]

A deep and magnetic voice sounded in his head, and amidst the cheers around him, Scorpigret, who had threatened to find a second wife 10 minutes ago, put on a blank face.

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