[SSHP] End of life

Harry still had lung pain and was groggy.Fortunately, since he woke up completely, he has been awake for longer and longer every day.They resumed moving once a day.

On the evening of the fourth day, Harry put down the iron spoon in his hand.Friends insisted on keeping him from vigil, so he had to fight for some logistics.He had just made dinner out of bread and potatoes and tinned food that Ron had found somewhere.Ron went looking for food again, and Hermione was still guarding outside the tent.

Harry felt powerless.For Merlin, he had only been standing for twenty or ten minutes.He transformed a sheet of paper into a large crooked glass cover, clasped the three plates, and went back to the bed, intending to take a nap before his friends returned.

He lay back on the bed without taking off his shoes, but just pulled the hard blanket over his body casually.Merlin, he had almost forgotten what a soft quilt looked like.He closed his eyes, and after an unknown period of time, he felt as if he was standing in a wilderness.For a moment he saw the main street of Durmstrang, further north than where they were, and it was quite dark.

He confirmed that he was connected to Voldemort's brain, so he knew that the strange street was Durmstrang.He went on, and saw a tall and strange building, it was a gloomy castle, or a tower.It's dark and intimidating.Voldemort's thoughts suddenly became crystal clear.He was gliding towards the great building with a pleasant purpose - he rose into the night and flew straight for the top of the tower.

He was flying so fast that Harry saw black rocks flitting past him, rough and uneven.There was a window in the middle of the rough black rock, and that window opened only the tiniest crack, not big enough for a single person to get in.Harry thought of Rapunzel from fairy tales, but apparently the people who lived in this room didn't have hair that long.He was floating outside the window, from which only a human silhouette wrapped in a blanket could be seen.Dead or sleeping...?

Somehow, he entered the room at the top of the tower in an instant.The window was still in front of him now, but he was already on the other side.A thin figure was huddled under a thin blanket, which opened towards him, revealing a skull-like face with open eyes.The thin man sat up, his deep-set eyes fixed on him, on Voldemort, and he smiled.Most of his teeth are gone, but he still speaks slowly and clearly.

"So, here you are. I knew you would come... someday. But there's no point in your coming. I don't have it."

"You are lying!"

Harry suddenly felt a terrible pain in his scar, but he didn't want to wake up.He looked down at the old, thin man and smiled contemptuously: "I can kill you, then it will be mine, and I will get more power. Dumbledore is dead, I can get all of……"

"It seems you still don't know a lot...but I won't let you know anything! Kill me, Voldemort. I welcome death! You get nothing when I die...but you never get No. When will you realize that?" said the old man, his smile even more contemptuous than Voldemort's.Harry felt as if a faint light had completely disappeared from his pupils.

"Cruciate!" cried Voldemort.Harry felt a searing rage.

The old man's head jerked back, and his old and wrinkled neck was instantly bruised.Yet he laughed: "You can't win, you can't win! That wand will never be yours...you won't have it, ever!"

Voldemort was furious.Harry's head was about to explode.Green light filled the cell, and the old man's frail body bounced off his hard bed and fell back down, dead.Voldemort returned to the window, unable to contain his rage...the window shattered and he flew out of it, turning south...

Harry woke up moaning.Hermione and Ron were standing beside him, and Ron held out a hand that looked like he was going to push him.

Harry restrained his hand from rubbing the scar.But Hermione looked angry: "Your scar hurts again!"

"No, I'm just not feeling well, and I have a cold—"

"Don't lie to me, Harry! It's flushing!"

"I don't want to hurt myself either!" said Harry, "but I can't control what dreams I have!"

"If you learn Occlumency—"

"Snape wouldn't teach me. He wasn't a good teacher either," said Harry, uncannily at ease at the mention of Snape, "and I think, sometimes, I need that connection." He As he spoke, he recalled Snape's furious face when he yelled at him, "The savior thinks it's something different and cool to be connected with the Dark Lord's mind", "Although I also think it would be better if I could control this connection myself , as if he could mislead me, but I..."

He thought of Sirius, and fell silent briefly.Hermione and Ron fell silent too.Hermione looked a little sorry, and Ron patted him on the shoulder instead.

Harry rubbed his eyes, then his own scar.The temperature of the skin near the scar was significantly higher than that on the other side of the forehead, but he didn't feel the scar swell.He knew where Voldemort had gone tonight, who Voldemort had killed in the top floor of Nurmengard, and why Voldemort had to kill him.Xenophilius said that the old wand can only be truly owned by defeating the previous holder. Voldemort thought that Grindelwald was the holder of the old wand. He went to get the wand, but Grindelwald told him that he No Elder Wand.He also said that there were many things Voldemort didn't know.

Did he really not have the Elder Wand?Or had he lied...was he trying to confuse Voldemort?Why doesn't he give in?It seemed that Voldemort knew much less than he expected, but instead of exchanging intelligence for survival, he demanded death instead.He didn't even tell him about the Deathly Hallows.Why didn't he hit it off with Voldemort?Wasn't he the first Dark Lord?Is Bagshot's book true?

Harry suddenly had a terrible thought about why Grindelwald chose to die.Dumbledore may have counted his own death, he kept it from everyone.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake the thought out of himself.There is no doubt that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were close friends.They didn't see each other for decades, and finally died in two distant places.The last era is over.

And the next era may have come to an end, or it may not have begun.

Hermione didn't say anything more, she brought the plate, and the three of them ate their dinner.Harry roughly recounted his dream, and he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about the Elder Wand.His eyes were fixed on the pocket looking glass on the table.

Hermione was thinking hard, but Ron didn't seem to get much out of it.He picked up the little radio, tapped his wand on the top, and spoke the code.Apparently the broadcasters were tucked away in safe places that day, the station was still on, they just turned it on a little late to hear what Harry had seen in the dream.The show has already started.

"Wonderful speech, Royal, if I can survive this disaster, I will vote for you to be the Minister of Magic!" Li's voice sounded.

Hermione pushed Ron hard, and Harry kept his mouth shut.He believed that Ron wanted to complain as much as he did just now about what Royal had said.

"Now let's listen to the hit show brought to us by Romulus: Pals of Potter."

"Thank you, River." Another very familiar voice sounded, and Ron was about to speak, but Hermione snatched him in a low voice.

"We also heard that it was Lupine!"

"Romulus, do you insist that Harry Potter is still alive, as you have been on our show so many times?"

"Yes," said Lupine firmly. "I think the Death Eaters would make a big splash if he died, because the news would be a big blow to those groups that still held on to the resistance." The Boy Who Lived 'It is a symbol for each of us who are fighting: a symbol of the victory of the righteous side. We will use unremitting resistance in exchange for the final victory, and the future will never be dark."

A mixture of gratitude and shame rose in Harry.Lupine had forgiven the horrible things he had said the last time they met.

"If you know Harry is listening, do you have anything to say to him, Romulus?"

"I'm going to tell him that no matter where he is now, we're with him mentally," Lupine hesitated, "and I'm going to tell him to follow his gut because it's very good. , and almost always right."

Harry looked at Hermione, her eyes filled with tears.

"Almost always true," she repeated.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" said Ron in amazement. "Bill told me that Lupine and Tonks are living together again! Tonks is very pretty now..."

The broadcast is over.Harry's mind returned to the dream he had just had.The Invisibility Cloak is undoubtedly one of the Deathly Hallows, Voldemort wanted to find the Elder Wand, he killed Grindelwald, he thought the Elder Wand was in Grindelwald's hands.The Elder Wand hadn't been made into a Horcrux...he ruled out another option.

The Resurrection Stone must be the one on Marvolo Gaunt's ring.The Invisibility Cloak is real, the Elder Wand is real, and the Resurrection Stone must be real too.Two people live one... Maybe this is the key to his final defeat of Voldemort.Dumbledore may have left him the stone, and Phineas confirmed that he had split the ring himself.The stone may be in the snitch that says "I will open it at the end of everything", and he just needs to find a way to open the golden snitch... But can this stone really be his safety guarantee in the final duel with Voldemort?Can the dead really come back?

When the two wands were connected, he briefly saw Cedric, Lily, and James, who could talk to him, but they had no bodies.Does the existence of only the soul count as living?How can such a way of life allow the girl who returned to the world through the resurrection stone in the story to live with the second of the three brothers for a period of time?While his spirit followed Snape, Snape could not see him.No one can see him.

How terrible it would be if a person's soul was still wandering in the world after death.But if the people he saw in that brief connection were all fake, then why did they all know him and be able to help him?They even have memories.Was that an imaginary memory he had instilled in them?

Harry stared at a fire dancing in the middle of the tent.If Voldemort knew about the Deathly Hallows, he must have sought them, and would have done anything to get them.The owner of the three items has control over death, and if he knew about them, he probably wouldn't need the Horcruxes in the first place.He once got a sacred object and turned it into a Horcrux. Does this prove that he doesn't know the story about the most secret ancient wizard?He probably just took it as a fairy tale.He has always been dismissive of fairy tales.

This shows that although Voldemort was looking for the Elder Wand, he didn't fully understand its power, nor did he know that it was one of the three relics.He only sees it as something that will give him more power.

"Tell me," he said thoughtfully, "Follow—"

"Don't say that name!" screamed Ron, stomping his feet.Hermione rushed over to cover his mouth.

"Ma--I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The looking glass on the table began to spin and light up.They could hear voices getting closer—noisy, excited voices.

The author has something to say: the names mentioned in the broadcast are in English.The translated version is inexplicably awkward.sweat.Show me a corresponding version of the humanities version, Royal corresponds to the old man, Romulus corresponds to the veteran, and River corresponds to Lao Jiang. PalsofPotter corresponds to Friends of Potter.To be honest I think the other version of Potter's Watch is better.Humanities version, tsk.