[SSHP] End of life

Harry felt his feet hit the ground.The shock shook his injured back violently, and he fell to the ground instantly.For a while, he could only hold on to the overgrown weeds on the ground to keep breathing without screaming.

After a while, he felt a sharp pain in his scar.It throbbed across his forehead, as if tossing his brain, tugging at his flesh and his eyes.It was a kind of pain that invaded the soul, and at this moment, he felt a warmth revive in the center of his forehead.

It was similar to the warmth he felt briefly a year ago, but it was not the same.That warmth radiated from one point, the pain eased, and his whole body felt warm.He could almost feel the specific shape of every hair on his body, as if he could see his own body.He also knew that there was something attached to his forehead that stuck to the full form of his soul, reaching out to hold his head with tentacles, but he couldn't tear it off.The warmth gathered where that thing was, and he felt the force of expulsion, but finally the warmth was defeated and disappeared in the scar.As soon as the warmth disappeared, he immediately lost sight of himself.

Just then, Harry heard a rush of footsteps.He fell to the ground covering his face, let his wand slip by his side, and surreptitiously pushed the top of his pocket in a curled up position.He was relieved that the cloak and the strip were there, but the position made the wound on his back terribly painful.

Kicked his wand away with one foot and pulled him up with one hand.He was pushed and turned, his back hit the tombstone, and he cursed indistinctly in pain.But the pain in the scar has eased, it has offset the warmth just now, and gradually weakened to the point that he can no longer feel it.The person in front of him was still Wormtail.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the disgusting scene that was bound to happen again.The huge stone cauldron moved heavily beside him, and the big snake Nagini snaked across the grass.There was a gurgling sound on the surface of the water, and sparks began to fly, and the steam became thicker and thicker, and he clearly felt the heat.

With a splash, something was thrown into the cauldron.It's that disgusting ugly thing.The scar started to hurt again.The tombstone under his feet cracked, and there was a scream, and after a while, something cold pierced his arm... everything was about to start.This year has been a stolen peace, and once again he has no choice.

Harry opened his eyes and watched Wormtail begging, crying, and screaming coldly.Voldemort ignored the servant's cries and placed a bony hand on the Dark Mark.

"How many would have the guts to come back after feeling it?" He paced the grass, staring at the stars with glowing red eyes, "and how many would be foolish not to come?"

For a while, Harry stared at this long-lost old rival.He was terrified but knew he would never give in, and not just because he was a Gryffindor known for his courage.The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and wizards Apparated in every dark place, among the graves, behind the fir trees.They were all hooded and with silver masks on their faces, and some of them stood still briefly, but one by one they came quickly, very slowly and cautiously, until one of the Death Eaters fell to his knees.Starting with him, everyone fell to their knees, crawled up to Voldemort, and kissed the hem of his black robes.

"Welcome, Death Eaters," said Voldemort, cold and angry making his welcome speech deeply insincere.He looked around at the hooded faces, and the circle trembled, but no one dared to move, no one spoke, only Wormtail was still pleading and screaming.

Voldemort began to call names, punish and reward.Harry remembered this speech, and he used the time to try to regain his strength while watching the Death Eaters.His eyes couldn't see their faces through the masks, but he tried to remember their shapes.Last time he only memorized some names, until the end he couldn't match everyone with the names.

"The dementors will join us, they are our natural allies. We will call back the banished giants, we will bring back the werewolves... I will find all my loyal servants, and I will regain my ranks of magical creatures that everyone fears ...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future, Voldemort will not treat those who have helped him badly..."

Voldemort paced up to the largest gap, studying it with hollow red eyes.

"There are six Death Eaters missing here. They used to stand on my left, as the closest people to me, together with you on my right, smashing all obstacles for me. But now they are gone... There are three I am dead, one has no guts to come back, he will pay the price. The other, I think, has left me forever... Of course he will be put to death... There is still one who is still my most loyal servant, who has been renewed for I served."

There was a small commotion among the Death Eaters.Unmasked faces emerged in the moonlight, some familiar faces.But Harry's attention could no longer return to these people. With the help of memory, he finally matched the people Voldemort said with certain people.

The one who had no guts to return was undoubtedly Karkaroff, a man of bravado and cowardice.Returning to his service was Barty Crouch Jr., who single-handedly delivered Harry to Voldemort.The person who Voldemort judged to leave him forever, "maybe they believed that there was a stronger force that could defeat Voldemort, or maybe they had already pledged their allegiance to someone else - that Mudblood and Muggle protector Albus Dumbledore", The one he wanted to kill—there was only one.And that person was the direct reason why he came back here.

"You bastard!" Harry yelled.He couldn't remember if Voldemort had said those words the last time he was chained here, maybe he had been unconscious from the pain.But now he can no longer be ignorant or sit idly by.Perhaps because he was so quiet this time and Wormtail didn't stuff a rag into his mouth, he had a chance.He struggled, called Tom Riddle's real name, cunningly tried to announce to all the Death Eaters in the shortest possible time that the person who led them to cleanse the wizarding world was actually a half-blood himself, and vomited loudly into Voldemort's face. A mouthful of saliva.

When the spit approached Voldemort, it seemed to be blocked by a glass shield, and disappeared in a flash in the air.The tip of Voldemort's wand was pointed at him.His bones were burning all over his body, his head must have split open along the scar...his eyeballs were twirling wildly inside his skull.He screamed, cursed, and banged his head on the tombstone behind him.The ordeal ended abruptly.He hung limply from the ropes that had tied him to Voldemort's father's tombstone, a cold hand roughly squeezing his jaw.He looked up to see Voldemort's furious face, with a terrible gleam in his red eyes.

"Everyone says this is the boy who beat me. In the 13 years I lost my magic, no one taught him enough lessons, and he may be stupid to believe it himself. But today I will completely remove the boy from everyone's mind. Misunderstood, there is no Dumbledore and his mother to protect him, I will give him a chance, he can fight me, so that you will not wonder who is stronger. After the death of Harry Potter, my Friends, you may no longer have to redefine your allegiance..."

Voldemort took another few steps on the grass.There was still a gap in the circle formed by the Death Eaters, and no one dared to fill it. "Put him down, Wormtail, and give him back his wand."

Harry's legs hit the ground, his upper body shaking uncontrollably from the wound in his back.He moved as far as he could toward the trophy before the Death Eaters closed in.Then he hit a wall of people surrounded by Death Eaters, who pushed him back a step.

Wormtail pushed the men away, shoved his wand roughly back into Harry's hand, and turned away.Harry turned to face Voldemort, and with his left hand he slowly pulled out the Invisibility Cloak from the pocket of his robes. The smooth, flowing fabric contained a wand.To others, he might just be clenching his hands out of fear.

"You want a duel?" said Harry, wands raised against Voldemort's.He wanted to say something to excuse Karkaroff and Snape, but Voldemort flicked his wand casually, and his throat seemed to be squeezed by someone.Severe pain swept through his body again.

"Observe dueling etiquette, Harry," said Voldemort grimly in a low voice, and with another wave of his wand, the pain was gone. "Bow first."

Harry was trembling in pain as if an invisible hand was pressing down on Harry's back.When the big hand left him, he straightened up abruptly and screamed, "Bones to pieces!"

The two lights met in the air, and Harry felt his wand vibrate in the air again.He gripped it tightly and backed away quickly.The light connecting the two wands turned into a dazzling golden color, and it shot out strips of gold wires from the center of the two, like a cage enclosing the two of them.The shouts of the Death Eaters were strangely muted.

"Don't move!" Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters who were about to move.Before the wand vibrated intensified, Harry flipped his hands quickly and took Krum's wand from under the Invisibility Cloak, clasping the wand together in both hands.Voldemort's eyes dilated with rage and consternation, and he also gripped the wand with both hands, the vibrations increasing violently.

The thin golden thread gradually produced light beads one by one, and those light beads slid back and forth between the two wands.A bead of light slowly approached Harry, and as it approached, Harry felt the wand in his hand become hot.He had to concentrate.

"Expelliarmus!" he yelled, and a red light erupted from the tip of Krum's wand.Harry saw the bead of light move towards him suddenly, so fast that he obviously hadn't had a chance to concentrate to force it back.The next moment, the golden thread connecting the two wands broke, those golden light nets melted into a rain of light, and the exclamation of the Death Eaters suddenly became extremely real.Voldemort's wand flew up, about to fly out of his hand, but he managed to hold it.

"Thunderbolt!" Harry yelled.His 14-year-old magic power could not support him to fully exert the power of any offensive spell, and he would never be able to use the sharp edge in front of Voldemort.Following the ray of light, he rushed towards Voldemort, drew out the pencil sharpener hidden under the invisibility cloak, and stabbed the knife hard at Voldemort's eyes.Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, his mouth twisted into a horrible shape with rage, and with the scream, a ray of light with a terrifying black phantom passed over Harry's ribs, and Harry felt that half of his body was cut open up.But instead of backing away, he stepped forward again with all his strength, and the penknife pierced Voldemort's neck.

"Stun him!" Voldemort staggered back clutching his neck, raising his wand again.

Harry jumped short, covered himself with the Invisibility Cloak, and threw himself sideways.The wound on his back was torn open again, and the severe pain in his abdomen made him suspect that his internal organs were gushing out of his body and dragging him to the ground. His eyes were black with pain.The Death Eaters raised their wands and shot blindly. The light from the tips of those wands was like countless rows of dense bullets, plowing every inch of the graveyard in Harry's trance eyes.He knocked off the Death Eaters and lunged at the golden trophy lying on the ground.

He knew he couldn't beat Voldemort.And he didn't have the strength to cast even one last spell at the Death Eaters before the trophy.He grabs the stem of the cup and feels a jerk just below his navel—strangely, his wound doesn't hurt any more from it.He saw a colorful whirlwind, felt himself rolling on the ground, he was hurting, he wanted to vomit.

A wave of sound seemed to drown him out.After a while, he regained his sense of hearing, wondering vaguely whether the sound wave he heard just now was his imagination.A pair of strong hands grabbed him and turned him over. It was Dumbledore. "Moody's Crouch, and he's got Polyjuice Potion in his flagon!" Harry yelled, not even knowing if he was making a sound.But the stern look in Dumbledore's eyes told him that he had delivered, and Dumbledore had heard.Cedric knelt beside him, panicked but healthy.He is still alive.

Harry looked up at the sky, which was an indigo blue, dotted with stars.He came back under the sky, he wounded Voldemort, he saved Cedric.He's saved himself too - if the fake Moody gets him away again, he won't survive the professors to save him.His vision was hazy, and the pain made him think he might die soon.But he was very happy, perhaps because his abdominal cavity was hollowed out by the curse, he felt that the lump that had been stagnant in his chest had become much smaller.He started laughing hoarsely.

Professor McGonagall came running.Snape came running.Harry looked at his professors from this angle for the first time, and they and his friends gathered around him, as if a forest had grown up around him.Meg's thin lips trembled as if she was about to cry, and she bent down as if to pick him up.

"No." Dumbledore stopped.It seemed that in less than half a minute, he had left Harry and returned, with Moody floating in the air behind him, suspended in mid-air by an invisible string.

"Please, Albus..." said Professor McGonagall, as if pleading, "Potter needs to come with me...to the hospital...he's had enough of today..."

"No, Minerva. He is going with us to the headmaster's office. Severus, heal Harry!" said Dumbledore. "True understanding is the first step in acceptance, and only after acceptance can he recover. He needs To know who put him through what he was going through tonight and why."

"He already knew!" A trembling voice said, "He saved me, he said he was going to confirm something, he picked up the trophy himself..."

Dumbledore held up a hand, firmly stopping Cedric.His voice was gentle: "Harry knows what he's up against, but he hasn't really realized that he has more to do than that. Today's events are just the beginning, after Harry has shown us all the courage After that, he has more to deal with... all of us." He patted Cedric on the shoulder.

Cedric was still standing in front of Harry disapprovingly, but Snape came over and pushed him roughly away.He knelt down beside Harry, hanging his wand over Harry's stomach.

"Are my guts still there, sir?" Harry asked, smiling weakly.

"No worse than those toads, Potter," said Snape coldly. "Shut up."

Harry saw Professor McGonagall glaring Snape's head hard from above.

"Krum's wand," he said after the pain in his abdomen subsided, letting go of Krum's wand and letting it roll to the ground. took his wand."

"Sensible judgment, Harry," Dumbledore replied. "He may have been under the Imperius Curse... Let us go."

Harry stood up, staggered, and grabbed Snape's arm.The arm stiffened visibly, but Snape didn't push him away.He continued to hold that arm for support, following the professors away from the noise.Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, the suspended Moody, no one spoke.There was a pleasant cry, Fox stopped on his shoulder, big and big tears fell on his wound, and the painful wound on his back healed.A huge black dog came galloping from afar.Gripping his own wand, filled with inexplicable satisfaction, he put his weight entirely on Snape's side.

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