[SSHP] End of life

The door opened.As if sensing the unusualness of tonight, everyone is ready to go.Harry was surprised to see that most of the people who should have been here were no longer in the house, including Ron and Hermione.But Tonks and Fleur were here, and there were several others whom they hadn't seen just now.

"The rest of our family will be there soon, Harry, and Kingsley." Bill said, "If you plan to use Hogwarts as the first stronghold for counterattack now, start here , we will all be very happy to join." Ginny looked at Harry worriedly.Harry patted his trousers unconsciously, thinking there might be a footprint on the side of his ass.

"Have they gone to get ready?—tonight is not a good time—"

"It's late, Harry!" Tonks laughed, she had a big belly, but her face and limbs were still slender and beautiful, "Snape has run away, maybe you can still see Snape from the hall window The Carrows are already tied up in the Ravenclaw common room. Now let's counterattack - this is the safest place! They can't control Hogwarts anymore!"

"Let's go then," said Harry.He still hasn't found a few Horcruxes, so he didn't want to start fighting now.But looking at the current situation, it seems that everything is beyond his control.He heard voices rumbling around the edge of the school, as if the statues had come to life, as if armor were colliding.The waters of the Black Lake roared and boiled.There are also some rustling sounds, which are very small, but when they come together, they appear extremely loud.These sounds are symphonic, mixed with the whistling wind—like the vast Lin Tao he heard when he was flying high in the sky one year, it was the will of nature.The four houses of Hogwarts - fire, water, wind and earth - finally gathered here again after a thousand years.

Harry walked out of the Room of Requirement, followed by Ginny, Bill, Tonks, Fleur, Oliver, Belle, Johnson.No one stopped Tonks.His scar was burning again, and he turned to the west to see the deepest darkness.The moon sank completely below the horizon.

Now is the darkest hour before the dawn.

Harry was running.Suddenly, he was in Gringotts.He was waving his wand all the way, with Death Eaters at his side, and goblins fleeing in all directions.

Since the Dark Lord could attach himself to Quirrell and break into Gringotts to grab things when he was weakest seven years ago, of course there is nothing wrong with it now. Lord Voldemort was king, and he was about to take control.When he combines all the soul pieces into one, the wizarding world will be in control...

Suddenly Harry was ejected.He saw Voldemort's body.Voldemort walked into the vault of the Lestrange family, picked up a small golden cup, and put it in his arms with satisfaction.Then, he turned his head, those suffocating scarlet eyes flashed with a strange and evil luster, Harry almost opened his mouth wide in horror.

His voice seemed to be choked in his throat, unable to utter even a moan.Next, a blurry image flashed in front of his eyes, it seemed that Voldemort failed to control his thoughts under ecstasy, and communicated with Harry again.That shadow was like a crown inlaid with many precious stones, and the shape was so familiar that Harry felt that he had even touched the real thing, but it seemed that he had never seen it before.

He thought of the witch's head at the Lovegoods' house, and then the old shelf.The crown was on the stand, covered with a thick layer of dust.He closes the door.Beside the door is a huge tapestry showing a troll swinging a huge stick at a wizard.

He woke up with a severe headache, and Luna was squatting next to him, looking at him expressionlessly and calmly.They were lying in a dilapidated classroom, the sound outside the door was very noisy, the sound of chanting curses mixed with screams, and sometimes there was the sound of glass breaking.Seeing Luna's long pale blond hair, a thought flashed through Harry's mind.He felt that it was difficult for him to grasp that short-lived feeling, but compared to this, perhaps the chaos outside was more worthy of his attention. "What's going on, Luna?" Harry asked, finding his voice dry and hoarse, and he cleared his throat after he finished speaking.

"You passed out for ten minutes," said Luna, her voice muffled and slow in Harry's ears. "I dragged you here. Three minutes ago, the Death Eaters started attacking the school. We let The students were evacuated from the Room of Requirement... DA members were fighting, and some remained - no Slytherins. But Slughorn called for help... the centaur, and some Hogsmoor The wizard of Germany..."

"Go and see the situation first." Harry said, "You are by my side, if they can resist for a while, we have to find that thing first." He said, staggered to his feet, and knocked hard Scar, hoping to suppress the searing pain that tormented him.

He pounded his thigh with his fist.Move, move—just get through this night, just get through this fight, and he'll get some time to rest.Maybe he still has potions...

They ran into the hallway and jumped down the spell-blasted steps.Hogwarts' protective spell had been activated, and a huge, iridescent semicircular membrane enveloped the school.Many of the candlesticks that had been suspended in the air were overturned, and the hall became very dark, with only a few scattered candles and the occasional flashes of light from the protective cover for illumination.A group of tattered stone soldiers blocked the entrance of the hall, brandishing their weapons.Harry was inside the light shield, unable to see the color of the sky outside. From time to time, a meteor shower-like light and huge boulders hit the Hogwarts shield together, causing a faint shake to the whole school.

The banister exploded around him, and sharp shards sliced ​​through Harry's thigh.He touched it, and it was sticky and wet.The wizards kept yelling, the spider's leg broke the window, someone's wand tip shot a bright flame, and the spider fell screaming and screaming.Harry leaned back, dodged a flash of green light, and struck back with precision and speed.The one hit by his spell was a werewolf, who flew out and fell from the second floor railing straight to the ground without moving.Through the window, Harry saw the boiling Black Lake.On the edge of the black lake lay the corpses of several giants, with some broken armor beside them.

After 15 minutes, the commotion in the hall subsided.Enduring the pain from his wound, Harry ran to the center of the hall with Luna.The second wave of Death Eaters' attack was stopped in time outside the wall, and the first wave of Death Eaters that appeared inside the school seemed to have been defeated. A blond Death Eater was lying on the ground, with a large pool of blood flowing from his head. , the blood has turned black, and next to it is a broken crystal ball.Others lay sprawled among debris and overturned tables and chairs, seemingly unable to stand up again.Many people were walking the hall, some tying up Death Eaters, some gathering the bodies of their own men.People were either silent or talking in low voices, and the voices from all directions gathered together, like a low-pitched elegy.

Harry felt his brain go numb.He stumbled forward, there was some blood splattered on the wall, and fragments of the crystal chandelier were scattered in every corner of the hall.He stepped over a corpse in school uniform, trying not to notice the pale complexion of the corpse.To his left, someone moved slowly, then sat up.

Harry looked over. It was Percy.He probably hurried back before he got off work. He was still wearing a formal suit, and half of the front of his white shirt was stained red with blood.He ended up choosing Hogwarts.He pushed away the person on his body, sat up straight, looked at that face steadily, and then quietly hugged her back into his arms.Harry finally recognized that person, Penelope Clearwater, a Ravenclaw prefect who was a few years above him, had always been rumored to be in love with Percy.But he hadn't seen her in the Room of Requirement just now.Her head was on one side, apparently dead.Percy remained motionless against Penello's face, with a hollow expression, as if the soul had gone away with her.

While numbly observing the actions of the people in the hall, Harry never stopped.He kicked a heavy object and looked down slowly, it was a human head.Her hair was brown with streaks of gray and white, her brown pupils had lost their luster, and her lips were slightly parted.It seemed to Harry that he was about to give him that familiar gentle smile, or to shout some spell.He couldn't judge, because the expression had frozen before it fully bloomed.It was just a head, and the body that carried it was not around.

"Dark magic." Luna said softly.Her voice trembled, followed by the sound of a stool being bumped.Luna seemed to have lost her usual cool.

Harry stood upright with his head down, his body seemed to be stiff, and he couldn't control it.There was warm fluid running down the sides of his cheeks, and it took him a moment to realize them.He wiped away tears and stared at the head, but his lips seemed to be held together by a spell, and he couldn't open them to say sorry, or even to call his name even briefly.

A voice interrupted his trance.Someone sang in a low voice.

The dead bodies of the soldiers were moved one by one under the wall on one side.More people joined the chorus.

The wounded lying on the ground also sang.Some people seemed to exhaust their whole body even to open their mouths to make a sound, and they still sang with their faces flushed, with blue veins popping up on their necks.

They are singing the school song.Some people changed the lyrics, but the tune is still strange.The school song ended with a battle song, probably started by Ravenclaw students, and many sang the war of wizarding heroes in ancient times.Singing and singing, some people cried, some people laughed.

Ron and Hermione ran over and surrounded Harry.Hermione was sobbing softly.She held a wand in her hand, possibly one of the Carrows.

The singing echoed from the high dome, and the candles were long gone.With the scar burning, Harry stepped outside and closed his eyes.

Everything Voldemort did was to force him to show up.Since two can only live one, at least he can't involve more people.This was what he had already prepared—although there were some small motives behind the passionate speeches he and Aberforth said, they were not lying or perfunctory.

Except for him, Harry Potter, everyone has their own relatives behind them.There is only him, alone, waiting to fulfill his mission.

Harry easily connected to Voldemort's mind, and it went incredibly smoothly.Perhaps Voldemort had been waiting for him, waiting for him to find out where his opponent was, and then run to his death.He knew that Harry Potter would never sit back and watch the sacrifice of his companions.This is in line with Voldemort's usual style, isn't it?While his men were desperately attacking, he hid alone in the house...

Harry watched the flashes, trying to discern where Voldemort was.The scar was getting more and more painful, and he was sore, cold, and weak, but he couldn't break the connection.The body didn't tell him in any way that it was his own except by causing him discomfort.He still has to fight, he doesn't want it this way.

At this moment, a spot on his forehead became hot, but it didn't hurt.It radiated warmth all around, and the warmth soothed his scar, making the pain bearable.

A red light shot from his side.There seemed to be a flash of light around Harry, and the light was bounced away.Hermione pointed her wand in the direction where the spell came, and shouted loudly, "Damned!" There was a dull landing.Ron ran over, and a short while later, he came back with a tightly bound Death Eater floating on the tip of his wand.He handed the Death Eaters over to the Auror in the hall, and walked back to persuade him, "It's too dark outside, but it will be dawn in a while... let's go into the hall."

Hermione's attention was not there.She hesitated and said, "Are there any of us outside? Just now... I think someone put a protective spell on Harry."

"I don't think so... I didn't see anyone just now. But he'll come in himself if he needs to," said Ron. "It's too dangerous out there. Maybe he's hiding on purpose."

Harry nodded and followed Ron and Hermione into the hall.His friends gathered, some wounded, but all in high spirits.

He stroked his forehead lightly, and the scar no longer hurt.The temperature of the skin feels normal, but the warmth is real.He felt as if he had received a call, or a spell, or something very heavy.This thing was invisible but real, heavier than all the things he wanted to protect combined, and weighed heavily on him.Standing at the door of the hall, he felt extremely irritable, as if something was about to be lost.He had this hunch. —his instincts are always right.

"Harry, are you crying?" said Ron in surprise.The people around all focused their attention on Harry's face.

"I haven't," Harry replied instinctively.He was a little baffled, subconsciously touched his face, a lot of tears. "Maybe something got into the eye." He said vaguely.

Then he closed his eyes again. "He was screaming for the shack," said Harry a few seconds later, wiping away the tears, determined to obey the summons, "he was waiting for me, and told Malfoy to go to Snape and say he had something to do Tell him to work... You can't follow me anymore. Luna, take Ron and Hermione to find that relic, it's a hollow thing with many gems on it, I think it's like a crown, we're in You've seen it in your house, it's on Rowena Ravenclaw's head bust. Go to the Room of Requirement and meditate I want a hiding room, that diadem is on the shelf! I have to go to the Shrieking Shack .This night must decide life and death, I can't let you also..."

He spoke manically, almost without a pause, and then he found he couldn't go on.He couldn't lie to himself.There is no doubt that the Horcrux should be placed first, and that's why he came here.But he can't.Thinking of Snape who might have arrived at the Shrieking Shack at this moment and accepted some other mission, Harry felt a bone-chilling chill.He didn't even know if Snape had been hurt when he jumped out of the window.Snape was now facing double danger, from Voldemort and from all the warriors - no one alive at the school except him knew that Snape was still Dumbledore's man.

He just lost Lupine.Those hatreds and pursuits back then, as well as the lies and protections that have continued to this day, are like the link connecting the past and reality.No matter what, never lose the last person.Never.

Regardless of Hermione and Ron's yelling and persuasion, Harry rushed out of the hall quickly.He hadn't run with such high intensity for a long time, the sharp wind whistled past his ears, and the multicolored light illuminated everything around him strangely.The wound on the leg was still bleeding, and the outside of the trousers was cold.His head was about to explode with the eyes as the center, his chest was burning with pain, his heart was beating violently as if it was about to break through his chest cavity, and his stomach and throat were throbbing.He ran down the steps, across the playground and Hagrid's hut.Whooping Willow was in the distance. He waved his wand and shouted with all his strength: "Wingardium Leviosa!!"

A twig cut through the menacing branches of the Whomping Willow like a sharp sword, and struck hard at the knots at the root.For a moment, all the frantically swaying branches of the willow tree fell silent, and Harry ran towards the tree hole and jumped into it.The noise of the castle was left behind him, and the muffled thunder of the shield being attacked became distant and unreal.Harry fell in the passageway, unconscious from the pain and wounds all over his body.He held his wand in his hand, calmed his ragged breathing, and crawled forward as quietly as possible.After a while, he heard voices in the room ahead.

"You are a wise wizard, Severus. I have relied on you for a long time, and thank you for all the assistance you have done... You promised me that you would give me all of you, for glory. But just now I found out that you touched Potter, that you betrayed your oath. And now, I need you to help me with one last thing, one very important thing... Finish it, and I will forgive you all your sins... ..."

It was a high-pitched and cold voice, with an elegant, slow, and arrogant tone.Harry's heart sank suddenly.

"This wand doesn't listen to me. It took me a night to figure out why. The Elder Wand only serves the man who defeated its last owner. It was you who killed Dumbledore..."

The scar on Harry's head began to hurt violently, as if he wanted to jump out of his flesh and blood.He had to keep his hand on it, or he'd bet he'd moan uncontrollably.The pain made his already nearly stalled mind even more insensitive, and all his thoughts were focused on Voldemort's words - because Snape didn't catch Harry Potter, Snape helped Harry Potter's favor, Snape's betrayed, so he's no longer useful, he's - again about to be forced to do something, maybe he's about to be killed.

Harry struggled to crawl forward.The tunnel was too low for him to travel fast.He wanted to stand up, he didn't care about anything, sooner or later he would face Voldemort head-on, and he certainly wouldn't mind sooner.At least he could still be with Snape—

The next second, he saw Snape's face clearly.Snape's face was pale, and his eyes were more hollow than they had ever seen before.Under the faint candlelight, his face was as pale as a marble mask, and his eyes were like obsidian dotted in it, without any emotion or breath of life.His wand was raised in protest, as if about to say something.Then, his eyes seemed to shift slightly towards the entrance of the passage, and his slightly parted lips were tightly closed.

Slowly he lowered the hand holding the wand.

The snake's cage rolled around Snape, and Harry distinctly heard himself making Voldemort's voice.

"kill."

The author has something to say: my hand!It doesn't listen to me!

Laughing, I suddenly remembered Erkang's hands.

I don’t know if you have noticed that the time behind is very tight. After Xiaoha’s wand broke, he started to collapse, and after seeing SS, he was even more finished.Time is tight and mood swings are strong, which is why I suggest fattening, and I can't feel the explosive feeling intermittently.Let me take a rough look at it.

After Xiaoha and Hermione were attacked in Godric's Hollow on Christmas Eve, SS threw the sword to Xiaoha the next night, and Xiaoha soaked in cold water to catch a cold.Waking up for the first time in a few days was one afternoon when the three of them listened to the radio.Then Xiao Hu fell asleep and called Severus in his dream that night.Four days later, Xiao Ha mispronounced Voldemort's name and was arrested. He fled around 3:4 or 6:[-] that night. After going to the cellar and the principal's office, the war started. This time will not exceed [-]:[-].

That is to say, in this article, the final plot takes place not in Rowling's May, but in mid-January, and it may not even reach mid-January.In... well Durham, lol, the light doesn't start until around 5 in January, taking that into consideration, Ron replied just after midnight when Dean asked him what time, the time he gave was inaccurate .

So what is Xiaoha's situation at this time, the bad cold is still not healed, assuming that he has not developed pneumonia.I prefer it to be around January 3th or 1th, if you want it can be January 2th, lol.Even if the arm bitten by Nagini is white, it is unlikely to be cured, and that thing can't be painted every day, right?The two bruises at Bagshot's house could not be completely healed, because Xiaoha caught a cold immediately, and his body's repair function would be severely weakened.Knee hit the gravel, not too lightly this time.The continuous cold and re-injury to his leg obviously made his physical condition worse. I think he is likely to have a high fever.In this case, if he doesn't drink a big bottle of resurrection medicine, he will definitely not be able to beat Voldemort 1+[-]. If Voldemort doesn't get the crown, it will be [-]+[-], and he will lose.

And then there's Penello.This person should have no sense of existence. I pulled her out not because Percy had no younger brother to die, but because I wanted to find fault with the humanistic version, lol.Sorry I just don't like the Humanities version.You may have noticed that the translation of the seventh part is different from the previous ones, but I translated the English version, and it is indeed a person, unless the name is the same.When the three of Harry and the others were captured by the search and arrest team, the reason why I didn’t use English was the different translation, just to find fault, sorry, lol.

Penelope is not a pure-blood, but there is no way to determine whether it is Muggle-born or a mixed-blood. I feel that he is still a good person, so just pull it out and turn (die) around (die).