[HP] Born Noble

Hogwarts School Motto: Never Disturb the Sleeping Dragon

After all, in this cruel war, Draco thought that he could always be by Harry's side, and built the last layer of safety fortress to protect him, but the situation changed so quickly.When it happened, it was only a blink of an eye, but Draco felt as if he saw the suffocating scene over there at a speed dozens of times slower through a full-scope telescope.

Dozens of blindingly bright white lights spewed out from the bone-like magic wand, collided head-on with almost the same number of densely packed red light spells that looked like a net—exploded—cracked—finally slowed down. slowly dissipating in the air...

But just after that dazzling explosion, there was a 'fish that slipped through the net', narrowly passing by so many red lights...

It was speeding, and almost collided with someone who was flying from the side, and missed, but its route was slightly deflected, and coincidentally avoided a must-hit intercepting red magic light; it Still moving forward steadily,

Then, fatefully unscathed, through a handful of shards of tile that fell from the ceiling; finally, into a handful of silvery white beards.

Draco's heart stopped at that moment.

The powerful spell that reached the bright white finally disappeared, but Dumbledore's body was repelled, vacated, overturned, and flew backwards, flying a full distance of seven or eight feet, and finally was caught by a smooth stick that hugged two people. The marble pillar stopped with a huge thud--fall--no sound.

At that moment, Draco even felt that the air in the entire hall froze.

Draco didn't have time to observe whether Dumbledore was alive or dead, he didn't have time to consider how much Dumbledore's defeat would have an impact on his own morale, and he didn't have time to calculate how the power comparison between the two sides would be turned upside down He only saw the corner of the Dark Lord's smiling mouth, and his father who was fighting with four Death Eaters not far from him!

The Dark Lord's next possible target—

—No, never!

Draco shook Harry's hand hard, and at the same time, like a small fish, he slid out of the invisibility cloak sideways and threw a powerful spell at the same time.

What Draco thought was right, the moment Dumbledore slipped softly from the marble pillar, the morale of both sides changed drastically. No one can deny that Dumbledore existed like a mountain, his strength, His wisdom, his experience and firm will are like a lighthouse on the sea, always representing light and hope, but now this mountain collapsed and the lighthouse went out——in the middle of a crucial battle, an invisible blow to the heart , triggering the collapse of faith, such a defeat will be a catastrophe!

That's how things should change.

Should, but no!

Because at this moment that suffocated everyone, before any subversive emotions of failure spread around, everyone also saw a platinum boy appearing out of nowhere, pointing his wand at Voldemort—unyielding, firm, never give up!

People don't seem to know how all this happened, but it happened like this. An underage wizard stood in Dumbledore's place, shouldering the burden of resisting Voldemort, and carrying it beautifully-a series of strong spells. The light came out one after another from the unicorn hair wand, domineering and fierce, forcing the Dark Lord to retreat five steps in a row, and was almost unable to fight back.

In this short breath, Phoenix experienced Nirvana and was reborn, and then became even stronger!

The battle became doubly fierce in the next second. Although Dumbledore fell under the marble pillar, the morale of the Order of the Phoenix seemed to be like a volcano that had been bombed—fiery, rolling, roaring and erupting—letting those Death Eaters For a while, there was almost no counterattack.

But Draco's opponent, after retreating five steps in a row, easily regained stability from the seemingly defeated situation - the strength of the two sides has not yet reached the same level, Voldemort admitted that he was really careless just now.

Of course, he was even more surprised now that he saw Draco clearly, "A - Slytherin?"

Draco was still wearing his student wizard robes, with Slytherin's prefect medal on them.Voldemort looked at the face that was [-]% similar to Lucius, narrowed his eyes, and his expression was obviously disgusted and hated, "A Malfoy? Could it be that Malfoy has also abandoned the dignity of pure blood now, and with mudbloods, Muggles , non-human creatures mixed together, willing to degenerate?"

"What a joke, you dare not admit your mixed blood! You have tarnished the name of Salazar and trampled on the pride of Slytherin. What right do you have to sing glory in front of a Malfoy?" The fearful Dark Lord has completely disappeared from the bottom of his heart. Now, facing the culprit who has brought boundless darkness to Slytherin's reputation and brought boundless pain and nightmares to himself and his family, Draco is only disgusted, "Never pretend to be a Slytherin, because you are not worthy at all!"

As soon as Draco's voice fell, the two Slytherins moved almost at the same time. The oncoming curse forced Draco to fall to the side to dodge. The moment his body lost his balance, Draco shot back A black magic silent spell struck back, two completely powerful spells passed by, and Draco's red light sliced ​​through Voldemort's right hairline, and finally knocked out the marble pillar behind him. A shattered pit, and the place where Draco was originally standing has become a piece of pulverized and scorched earth.

After the two stood their ground, the second wave of powerful black magic attacking spells exploded continuously between each other, bursting out a splendid afterglow of the spell—the battle for glory between the two generations of Slytherins. A large area exploded among the leaders.

in the hall,

Whether it is attacking or disarming, the soldiers of the Order of the Phoenix are steadily progressing in the process of suppressing bandits; whether it is strength or experience, Draco is slightly inferior to the Dark Lord, but he is still steadfast.

Rubble, bricks, and those shards of glass with sharp corners became a commanding weapon, and maneuvering, jumping, and the ubiquitous defeated Death Eater idiots became magic weapons that Draco could defend against. .

But when accompanied by the cry of a phoenix, a clear blasting apparition sound suddenly exploded, and Draco in the battle was distracted—because he had been vaguely looking forward to this sound in his heart, because with the phantom After the plosive sound of Apparatus, a person appeared directly in front of him and directly behind the Dark Lord. His wizard robes were torn and blood was on his face, but he was holding the severed and bloody head of Nagini in his hand. It was Snape professor.

The hope of approaching the final victory flashed across Draco's joyful heart at this moment, but he was mistakenly distracted. He was distracted in the deadliest duel with the most powerful dark wizard in history, resulting in a powerful [Cutting out] Bone] finally hit Draco without any suspense.Draco was knocked into the air, and before he finally fell to the ground, he had already felt the pain as if his body was being torn apart, and he couldn't speak.

The Dark Lord also saw it, saw his most trusted Potions Master who 'should' be leading the Battle of Hogwarts at this moment, standing there, holding Nagini's head dripping with blood—he was betrayed!

He is furious!

Cruciatus had always been more pleasing to Voldemort than the Avada Kedavra Curse, preferring to make his opponents beg his forgiveness 'permission to die' rather than simply give them a merciful end, but now, Black The devil's crimson eyes turned dark and black at this moment, he wanted to teach them a lesson, a lesson of real blood!

"[Avadakdawara—]"

Deadly green light spewed out from the bone-white wand that had taken countless lives, and galloped straight to Professor Snape over there. However, before the green death light hit Professor Snape, it was as big as the entire tabletop. The fragments of the marble pillar suddenly flew out of nowhere to block Professor Snape, and the fragments of the stone pillar were left in a deep hole by the Avada Death Curse - just for a moment, but a fatal negligence, Voldemort couldn't find the person who cast the curse just now .

Someone is hiding!

Voldemort realized a certain fact in the next second, his wine-red eyes froze suddenly, cruel, calm, but absolutely experienced, he immediately turned his wand and turned to Draco, who hadn't gotten up on the ground yet— - The Dark Lord's [Cruciatus] was never a curse that a 16-year-old wizard could easily bear - Voldemort's mouth showed a cruel smile, but it was not in vain, without pausing for almost a second, Pointing to Draco and speaking again, "[Avadakdawara—]"

"Draco—"

The distance between them was so short that Harry didn't have time to throw a boulder in front of Draco, and he had to...

A green light, a figure, and an almost immature cry pierced through the golden hall full of explosions and hustle and bustle.

Before the green light of death could actually fall on Draco, it was blocked by a body beside him, the invisibility cloak slipped off Harry, and the invisible holly phoenix tail feather on his wrist fell out of the bracelet. After coming down, the last worry seemed to remain on the young boy's face, but his person, the whole person, had already fallen limply into Draco's arms, lifeless.

The Boy Who Lived—

It was as if the pause button had been pressed on the originally noisy battlefield, and in an instant, everything was still, even including the temporary design of this game, but finally the Dark Lord was totally surprised - lost sesame seeds, and accidentally picked up a watermelon.

Subsequent developments told Voldemort that his Boy Who Lived was not just a watermelon, but a big watermelon with golden seeds—the prophesied crystal ball in Harry's pocket that contained his fateful relationship with Voldemort. Before Draco could have any remedies, he fell to the ground with a crisp sound, smashed into pieces, and then an audio-visual human figure floated out, and the hoarse voice repeated the prophecy at that time: "Have the power to conquer the Dark Lord." born...in a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he possessed powers the Dark Lord did not know... One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one survives...the one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

The prophecy, the first-level mysterious prophecy, the prophecy that heralds the fate of the Dark Lord, under such conditions, it is publicly broadcast to all Death Eaters and fighters of the Order of the Phoenix...

In full view, cannot be changed.

The morale, hope and light that had been saved by Draco all seemed to be wiped out at this moment...

Draco looked at the shattered prophecy ball, his limbs were completely cold and numb. They chose to take it out instead of destroying it. It was originally for a certain critical moment to make the Dark Lord and Death Eaters use their hands. But now ——

It became the most fatal blow to one's own confidence.

Draco raised his head and felt the golden hall that was clearly changing the atmosphere. He looked at the Dark Lord who was already smiling triumphantly and complacently while holding the Elder Wand, looked at the Godfather whose eyes were completely empty, Sirius who was furious and who had been lying on the ground Silent Dumbledore, with one last glance, through the shadow of a person floating out of the prophecy ball, Draco saw his father in a mess in the distance, but his eyes were full of requests for orders...

Draco clenched the wand in his hand, he clearly remembered the promise he made to his father in Malfoy's main study that day, every word, every sentence, swear by the century-old glory of the Malfoy family - Draco has always had a The door key directly leading to Malfoy Manor was the snake-shaped door key made for him by his father after a broken mirror accidentally brought him to Harry's side on his ninth birthday.

It was a 'mirror of longing'. Today, Draco finally admits that he... misses him!

Draco clenched his wand, faced Lucius, and said silently - Dad, I'm sorry!

A bright silver whip spit out from the tip of Draco's wand, a black magic spell that can injure one thousand enemies and self-damage eight hundred. He swung at the Dark Lord.

The pause button was cancelled, and the battle started again, but this time, the Order of the Phoenix quickly showed signs of decline. More and more young fighters of the Order of the Phoenix were quickly defeated after losing hope, and those who were still supporting had to facing increasing attack power.

Moody, a wealth of experience has not been enough to make up for physical disabilities and signs of age; Lupine, a leg has been shot.

Shacklebolt, bleeding to the ground;

Weasleys, struggling;

Hagrid, almost in hand-to-hand combat already;

Blake, Sirius who is always loyal to his friends, is covered in wounds, fighting crazily and tenaciously against six;  …

On the other side, four Slytherins,

The Dark Lord, a dark wizard who dare not be mentioned by name;

Snape, gloomy and indifferent, has long been considered a despicable Death Eater; Malfoy, a pure-blood man who sings pure-blood speeches, is regarded as a pure-blood dignitary on the same level as the Dark Lord.

In the end, Draco Malfoy, the young man who was dubbed the Nova of the Future of Magic by the Daily Prophet, brandished a flaming silver whip, and faced the most powerful dark wizard in history, he responded calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.

——This is what the bureaucratic idiots of the Ministry of Magic, headed by Minister Fudge, have been ignoring their ears and stealing their ears.

"He, he's back!" Fudge's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

It's not just him who is afraid!

The golden halls of the Ministry of Magic are in dilapidated condition, with burn marks of spells everywhere, blood and wounds on the ground, and seeing Kingsley Shacklebolt lying there unconscious and covered in blood is scary enough But looking in, Dumbledore's white beard and half-moon glasses, which can never be ignored by people, are also lying on the ground without a sound, and their "Boy Who Lived" - once!

Fear spread like a plague...

But the four Slytherins over there are still fighting tenaciously!

The Dark Lord may be powerful, and he may be holding the old wand known as 'Invincible', but he is still in a state of embarrassment. There are more bloodstains on Professor Snape's body, and there is no flow of emotion in his eyes; the corner of Malfoy's mouth The eternal [-]-degree smile disappeared, and a face was solemn, sharp, with the courage and determination to face death calmly, unwavering; and Draco, the shiny silver whip in his hand was given to the people including the Dark Lord The deep memory traces left by everyone, even the Dark Lord would not dare to confront him directly. Wherever the whip went, even if it was only on the marble floor, it would leave cut marks half an inch deep. For the first time, he left a permanent imprint on the dark lord's wizard robe, but every time at a critical moment, the dark lord cracked it with the old wand in time.

Even so, many people still harbored a faint hope of victory, and pinned their hopes entirely on the three Slytherins, that impossibly strong 16-year-old boy, but only Draco knew that he had supported It didn't take long before his magic power was exhausted, and the failure of the all-out blow five minutes ago let him know that he had no hope of winning—persistence, just for the ideals, beliefs, glory and...love in his heart .

Everything, to live up to Malfoy's dignity, Salazar's trust, and Slytherin's admonition!

After another 5 minutes, Draco suddenly staggered uncontrollably, and then spat out a mouthful of blood—his magic whip disappeared, and his face flushed in a strange way.The triangular formation suddenly collapsed, such an opportunity for the Dark Lord, "[Crucio—]"

"[Iron Armor—]" A powerful Iron Armor Curse, before the Unforgivable Curse hit Draco, was blocked by an invisible wall, accompanied by a rather young, determined, and familiar sound.

With his wand in hand and his Invisibility Cloak still in place, Harry jumped into the battle circle, taking the place vacated by Draco.

Draco half-kneeled on the ground, barely supporting himself, forgetting his limp body, forgetting the Dark Lord, his blue-gray eyes were full of disbelief, surprise, and perhaps the blurred vision that couldn't be concealed.

There was a loud gasp of surprise in the hall.

All the people who had just participated in the battle and heard the prophecy in the golden hall, a sentence flashed in their minds at the same time [...he possesses powers that the Dark Lord doesn't understand...only one can survive...] The phoenix is ​​here Reborn in Purgatory, Death Eaters died in madness, and Voldemort's heart was full of fear.

Voldemort, fly from death.

What the Dark Lord fears most is death, and what he most wants to conquer is also death, so he gave himself such a name, so when he knew that death was no longer under his control, the horror in his heart surpassed those present. everyone.

Harry stood there, the rest of his life—the feeling of regaining a new life. Harry was also confused the moment he woke up, but as long as he came back, what did the remaining so-called mysterious powers matter?

Harry raised his head and faced Voldemort calmly, "You have never been the heir of Slytherin, you may have Salazar's blood flowing, but since you insulted Salazar's intentions, trampled on his efforts, and violated Slytherin After the Lytherin spirit, you will forever lose the qualification to be a real Slytherin!" Harry held up his wand, pointing at Voldemort, "A real Slytherin has dignity, honor, and acts openly and aboveboard. The real Slytherin Lin's heir is Draco, and me!"

Draco also straightened his body again, raised his wand to face the Dark Lord again, the five Slytherins raised their wands high, and wandered in a piece of rubble, rubble and blood scorched earth, vigilant and on guard against each other, always ready for that The final fatal blow.

Draco stared at the Dark Lord. For the first time, he saw the cowardice in the Dark Lord's heart. For the first time, he felt that the Dark Lord, who had always been high above him, turned out to be such a vulnerable, lonely and pathetic wretch—— Too many things were out of his control - something the Dark Lord should have been timid about.

From the moment Harry stood up again, Draco understood that Ravenclaw's diadem belongs to Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw's wisdom inheritance, regardless of the millennium lost, it belongs to Hogwarts , kept at Hogwarts, no matter past, present, future, and forever, it belongs to the guardianship left by Ms. Ravenclaw to Hogwarts.The inheritance relics of the four founders never belong to someone, they are the spirit, power and wealth of Hogwarts——Harry is the heir of Hogwarts personally designated by Salazar Slytherin, absorbing How could the Dark Lord, who had been revived by the power of Wenclaw's crown, try to hurt him in delusion?

The Dark Lord can only kill himself.

Tom Riddle is over.

Confrontation between the enemy and the enemy, silent, brewing, hesitant footsteps, like a tight string...

suddenly!

The two fateful enemies flicked their wrists almost at the same time, breaking the stagnation,

"[Avadakdawala——]" The Dark Lord's murderous aura scattered.

"[Expelliarmus—]" Harry was firm as a mountain.

The wand picks the wizard;

The wand always honors the strongest.

At this moment, Harry suddenly understood what a powerful fortune was left to him by the always smiling headmaster with white beard. The headmaster would rather use a wand that he no longer had in hand to confront the most powerful dark wizard in history than Make Harry lose any chance of 'possible' victory!

Five years ago, the headmaster once said to him: It was mother's love that helped you defeat Voldemort.

But Harry now wants to say: The love I have is far more than what my mother left me!

The Elder Wand was spinning in the air, the green light of death, across the golden ceiling, galloping, and finally disappeared...

Those crimson eyes lost their brilliance forever.

When the Dark Lord finally fell from his high throne of life and death, he was just Tom Riddle, a once excellent wizard, a family hatred and paranoia, and never learned Orphans of love.

He once tried to create a mythology that belonged to the glory of wizards, but he forgot that the wizarding world started thousands of years ago, there is no king, no god, only the path chosen under his feet.

--end--

Daily Prophet headlines the day after the fight

[He's back, he's dead! ]

But in the end, the news pictures that took up half of the front page were not the photos of the death of 'that person', nor the photos of the press conference where Minister Fudge stepped down in embarrassment, but two 16-year-old Slytherin boys kissing sweetly , the background was the dilapidated post-war golden hall of the Ministry of Magic, one of them had short platinum blonde hair, and the other stared at a pair of beautiful green eyes.

For the first time, the Daily Prophet used the Muggle image processing method, and the image was permanently fixed on the green eyes full of surprise, bewilderment, obvious shyness and faint joy.

[Our pride and hope] - the subtitle of the article says so