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Harry was going to enter the Forbidden Forest from Hagrid's hut through the courtyard, but just as he was about to leave the corridor, he encountered two suspicious people-a handsome and eerily blond young man half hugged and half hugged a redhead The young man tilted his head on the shoulder of the blond youth, and he was clearly unconscious when he looked closely.

And this blond-haired young man is also familiar - isn't it the young man who often appears beside Dumbledore?

"Where is Dumbledore? Why are you here? Who is this?" Harry immediately went over, he asked three times and wanted to reach out to help the fainted young man.

His hands were opened, so brutally that Harry looked up into the glacial silver-blue eyes of the fair-haired youth, who were uncharacteristically impassive.

"Harry Potter," the blond young man looked at Harry, with a flash of contempt flashing across his face, "the Forbidden Forest should be over soon, if you stay here any longer."

He still didn't reveal his identity or the young man he was holding, Harry looked at him very concerned.

But as the blond youth said, there was no time left for him to delay.

"It's dangerous here, you can take him into the castle." Harry couldn't help reminding.

The blond young man moved his eyes from the sleepy face with closed eyes in his arms to the noisy child, and he suddenly remembered something, "Say disarm to me." He smiled wantonly and wildly.

It's like being relieved and hard to let go, and finally turned into decisiveness.

He looked at the heir chosen by Albus himself, just like looking at his younger generation, with some evaluation and a little bit of expectation in his indifferent gaze.

Harry pursed his lips as he complied, and a wand fell to the ground—wasn't that Dumbledore's?

"Now you are the master of the Elder Wand," said the blond young man, the former Dark Lord Gellert, who took out a ring from his pocket and threw it at Harry. I know you still have the invisibility cloak."

"How do you know?" Harry stared at him, did Dumbledore even tell him that?

"If you have read the history books carefully, then you should know the Three Hallows, the holy relic stolen from the hand of death by the three Peverell brothers." Gellert looked at Harry squarely, this Peverell's descendants.

Fate always likes to play tricks on the world, and it seems that even he who has touched the top of the world is not immune.

So is his lifelong pursuit up to this point just to give this brat the Three Hallows of Death? —Oh, Albus knew he'd be absolutely pissed at thinking of his heir that way.

Gellert stared deeply at the boy in front of him, "Now that these are back in the hands of Peverell's descendants, you should know what to do."

"I don't understand." Harry summoned the Elder Wand. He had indeed seen the description of the Three Deathly Hallows in his textbook, and he knew the three Peverell brothers.

Even if these three things are the legendary Three Deathly Hallows, how would he know what to do?

"Countless people want to get the Three Deathly Hallows. It is said that combining them can give you extremely powerful power, but no one has ever done it, and now you have got them." Gellert said, looking at this easy The boy who did what he spent the first half of his life breaking up with the love of his life and couldn't.

He was a lucky boy indeed, and even Albus liked him.

"You will know what to do, and only you can do it, descendant of Peverell." He looked at Harry, and then stroked Albus in his arms who couldn't open his eyes to see this scene.

Oh, his Albus, it's been a century, he's not who he was in 1945 anymore.

He can also give up some insistence for the one he loves.

How much time in a person's life can be wasted?He had already tasted the answer to this question.

The Elder Wand was in Harry's hand, and he wanted to continue asking, when the phoenix blew—it was Fawkes.

"Come here, my child." Gellert stretched out his hand towards the phoenix hovering in mid-air, and he and the sleeping young man in his arms were teleported away by the phoenix—the only one not forbidden by Hogwarts. The movement method of the teleport constraint.

Harry could only watch this wayward young man go away. He looked down at the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone ring in his hand, and after thinking about it, he stuffed them into his pocket—oh, there was still a lot of them in his pocket. Wear an invisibility cloak.So now he really got together the Three Hallows of Death.

But he doesn't know how to use them!

"Let's go first." Harry said to himself, he calmed down and continued running towards the Forbidden Forest.

A wicked green light brushed Tonks' cheek, and if Remus hadn't pulled her, she would have seen Merlin on the spot.It's a pity that she didn't have time to give her fiancé a smile.

The Dark Lord's curse struck, and the natural barrier in front of them—a circle of trees was swept up by the hurricane in an instant and smashed into sawdust.

The protective charms on them cracked and cracked, and everyone had to back away, while the Death Eaters' attack continued.

"Quick retreat." Sirius yelled, and he directed everyone to retreat.

The moment his words fell, a curse struck him, and he couldn't dodge it in time, his arm was blasted with a bone-deep crack, from his shoulder to his elbow.

With a scream, he was supported by Remus, who was on the verge of falling down.

"Where is Dumbledore? Is your savior still crying in bed?" Voldemort opened his arms and laughed wildly, as if he had foreseen the moment of his victory, "It's just a group of cannon fodder who want to fight me!" He frantically fired continuous curses at the place where the Order of the Phoenix was hiding.

"Dumbledore is a coward!"

The green Death Curse came towards him, and Voldemort waved it away.

"Let me see - isn't this our traitor?" Voldemort sneered, waving his arms.

So Snape came and hid himself waiting for Voldemort to relax. Snape was discovered. The Dark Lord's loyal pet wandered on the ground, spitting out snake letters, and easily rolled him up and brought him in front of its owner. .

Snape was thrown to the ground, lying there, his chest hurting so much, at that moment he thought he would be suffocated to death by the damn python.

"You will fail in the end!" He gritted his teeth, raised his face, and stared at the Black Sovereign who stood in front of him with hatred and blackened the entire sky.

Once he wanted to gain power so he turned to darkness.

He thought it was a shortcut.

But in the end fate hit him, and he was wrong from the beginning.Fortunately, he was not too wrong. He was lurking in the enemy, just waiting for this moment.

"Avada Kedavra!" His voice broke free from his chest, and he used all his strength to shoot the death curse at the dark king again.

Voldemort was still extremely powerful, and he easily escaped the death curse. The giant python raised its body and opened its foul-smelling mouth, with its poisonous glands bulging, waiting to be executed in public.

When Harry arrived here, he saw the scene that made his eyes tear open. He had to throw a spell quickly and hit it right on the ground—then the giant python screamed and jumped around, its eyes bleeding profusely. As if being stepped on by the tail, he shrank back and coiled himself into a ball to protect himself.

"Your opponent is me." He said in a deep voice, standing there calmly facing Voldemort.

"Harry!" Sirius' voice came from the bushes on the right, "Go back, go back to the castle!" He shouted anxiously, if Remus and the others hadn't grabbed him, he would have jumped out and taken him His godson carried it back.

Harry ignored the voice, all his attention was on his destined opponent - as long as he attracted the attention, and made Voldemort forget the fallen Snape.

Harry twirled the wand in his hand, and he remembered the Elder Wand in his pocket, so he held the wand in the other hand, put his right hand in his pocket, fixed his eyes on the Dark Lord, and walked to the right, so Voldemort also moved relative to each other, and they remained directly facing each other throughout.

"Harry Potter, you are just an ordinary boy, what ability do you have to be my opponent?" Voldemort looked at Harry with a sneer.

"But I can indeed defeat you, and more than that - you and your men will be completely wiped out today." Harry said calmly, and he took out the Elder Wand.

Just then Voldemort's Death Curse came, and Harry waved his wand—the Elder Wand was indeed very useful, and he actually waved away the Dark Lord's Death Curse.

No—more than that, he already has the Three Hallows.

So what exactly should he do?

Harry pursed his lips, he had to think of a way.

"Don't you feel guilty for causing so much death? Tom Riddle, you named yourself Voldemort, and you named your followers Death Eaters. Are you so afraid of death? ?” He shouted loudly, almost giving himself a loud voice.

He had turned to get closer to Snape, but Voldemort found out about his intentions and continued to cast jinxes - and Harry avoided them, which also prevented him from taking a step closer to Snape.

Snape kept his attention on Harry, his eyes fixed on the boy who finally confronted the Dark Lord - perhaps this was the moment foretold in the prophecy.

A doomed duel.

"Are you so afraid of death—Tom Riddle? Dare you join me in calling out death, in the name of so many deaths you have caused?" Harry said, quickly pulling the Soulstone ring and The invisibility cloak was taken out.

Plus the Elder Wand in his hand.

"I am immortal, a being that leaps over death!" Voldemort opened his hands towards the sky in anger at the repeated scornful provocations, and an ominous green light shot vertically towards the sky, "The Dark Lord is immortal!"

"But only death is truly immortal," whispered Harry.

The moment he uttered these words, the Three Hallows in his hand shone brightly, and in the next second, a large amount of darkness emerged from midair, condensing from a dense fog—with a piercing coldness. , as if it could take away all the vitality of this forest.

The grass began to roll, the leaves withered, the flowers withered, and all living beings crawled on the ground.

Only the ominous black air that symbolized the end of life was expanding, and finally a black figure appeared in the mist.

The black cloak, the face that cannot be seen clearly, and the huge sickle reflecting the cold light.

Death is always waiting for everyone at the end.

True immortality.

"You summoned me." The hollow voice echoed in the ears of everyone present, hoarsely like a neutral voice raised from the dead.

And people are always afraid of death, so almost everyone shrinks and turns their faces away, not daring to look directly at the brilliance of death.

"Descendants of Peverell, you have finally collected all my things, have you decided to return the items your ancestors stole?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, he was the only one looking directly at Death.

It's a pity that he still can't see clearly the god of death behind the black mist—but he also knows the meaning that this ominous black symbolizes.

Only death can be accompanied by death.

"But I have one condition." He said slowly.

"Oh, descendants of Peverell, you have enjoyed the convenience brought by my items, and you still want to ask for conditions when you return them?" Reaper smiled, his voice lazily didn't seem to care.

"However, you can talk and listen."

Harry was relieved that Reaper was easier to talk to than he'd imagined - though he'd never thought he'd actually be able to conjure Reaper.

"There is a man here who cut his soul into many parts. He should have died 16 years ago, but he is standing here, trying to use those soul fragments to continue living." Harry said, his voice was unprecedentedly calm , "His name is Tom Riddle."

Furiously, Voldemort kept shooting the Death Curse at the black mist, but this was death itself - the Killing Curse couldn't take death away either.

"Go to hell!" he yelled, breathlessly, but neither Harry nor Reaper paid him much attention, not even giving him a look.

"Can you take him and all the pieces of his soul?" Harry asked.

"In principle, split souls should dissipate in this world, but since you decided to return my items - then I will do a little favor. He will be rested in peace." Death said and raised the huge handle Like the scythe of the new moon.

"Then Tom Riddle's soul is mine."

Swipe down.

The whole world is quiet.

Before Voldemort could cry out the refusal, he fell straight down.

Meanwhile, his beloved pet Nagini.

And Harry - as he staggered and fell, closing his eyes and falling, Snape rushed to catch him.

He hugged the boy in his arms, and the worry on his face occupied his face in an instant, and he couldn't hide it.

"Harry, wake up." Snape stroked the boy's cheek with trembling hands.

Grim Reaper is gone, taking with him the Three Hallows and the sinful soul of Tom Riddle.

Everyone was shocked by the appearance of the god of death, and also terrified that the black monarch would die in the world like this.

There is nothing the savior can't do, he can actually summon the god of death!

And he fell, does that mean - he paid the price

Too bad that part of the Death Eaters' delusions didn't come true.

"Yeah." Harry let out a pained sound, his eyes rolling.

The next second he opened his eyes.

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The meeting lasted until 21 o'clock and I cried. The life of 996 is so hard to cry.

The death that Death refers to in English is also death, a word.

There should be another chapter to finish.