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"But it seems that it's not very polite to forcefully detain a lady who doesn't want to stay." Sylvia got up from the ground, and Voldemort stood in front of him and refused. She didn't look very nervous at this time, and said If it didn't matter, he tidied up his crumpled school robes, dusted them off, and didn't even point the wand that belonged to Camille at Voldemort anymore.

Seeing that the two 'rats' in front of him were no longer running away, Voldemort suddenly became interested, "I have always wanted to chat with you, Miss Slytherin. According to blood, we seem to be relatives."

Sylvia turned sideways and helped Camille, who had reverted to the werewolf form, and wanted to say something to push back, but at this time Camille bent down slightly and coughed heavily, directly coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood. On the ground, Sylvia shut her mouth immediately, and her calm expression suddenly became serious. Under the cover of the drooping silver-gray hair, neither Camille nor Voldemort saw the look in the eyes of this seemingly slender and elegant girl. A flash of gloom and madness.

"All right?" Sylvia asked, without even looking up at Voldemort.

Nodding, Camille put his left hand on his lower back and shook his whole body. His forehead was sweating from the pain, but his mouth seemed to be okay, "It's okay, probably the back of the rib is broken."

Being so ignored by the two desperate juniors, Voldemort's face darkened, "It seems that Miss Slytherin has no interest in small talk... Avada Kedavra!!"

Sylvia spoke a few obscure words quickly, a blue and white light shot out from the dark red wand, collided with Voldemort's death curse, and exploded a spark, although it blocked Voldemort's attack. An attack, but Sylvia's face looked worse than before, she took a few steps back and bumped into Camille.

"Isn't it weak? Can you still fight?" Camille caught Sylvia with her free right hand, and asked hoarsely with a few light coughs.

"I'm out of strength... I'm just using ancient...ancient Latin to trick me, this time I'm really out of strength..." Sylvia gasped, as if the person who had just been running in a pile of debris was She does.

"Can you still run?" Sylvia asked softly after taking a few breaths.

"Yes, I can't die for the time being. Why, have a plan?" Camille put down her hand covering her lower back, and gradually stood up straight, but as she moved, cold sweat fell from her head like rain.

"We are very close to the exit, you go..."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort threw a death curse with a gloomy face, but this time Camille, who had been prepared, picked up the slender Sylvia and took a big step forward to the left, directly dodging into the other side. In a sundry alley that hadn't been affected by the pursuit just now, she even pulled a few spike flying saucers on the broken cabinet nearby and threw them towards Voldemort, taking advantage of him to shoot them down with a spell. I don't know which class of students hid here *blocked keyword* time, and took Sylvia to hide without a shadow.

"Where else can you go! Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore has been defeated by me!" It's not difficult to hear his excitement in Voldemort's roar.

"Dumbledore was defeated by this snake face?" Camille asked in surprise while running.

"He was able to stop us at the school so soon after we killed Nagini...I think so. And did you notice the wand in his hand?"

"What wand?" Camille grabbed a dilapidated box at the corner and threw it towards another path on the side of them.

"That's Dumbledore's magic..." Before Sylvia could finish explaining, the box Camille just threw hit the ground next door, and she went 'boom! ! ' blasted a big hole in the floor, even across a row, both Sylvia and Camille could hear the weird hissing sound.

"What did you lose in the past?"

"Uh... I don't know, there seem to be a few glass bottles in it, like potion bottles, which are black and purple inside, and seem to be solid. I just want to confuse our position... "

Sylvia clicked her tongue twice, and said in a regretful tone: "I should have brought some of Mr. Longbottom's potion works, maybe I could blow up Voldemort's face. Ah, come closer over there."

"Oh, it's better not to, it feels like we will be killed first." Camille complained and grabbed the stone pillar in front of him, and changed the direction of the forward position with a force in his hand.

Seeing that the gate was in sight, Sylvia patted Camille on the shoulder to let her put her down. Under Camille's puzzled eyes, Sylvia called softly: "Alger."

After a slight crackling sound, the elf butler, whose height only reached their waists, appeared out of thin air.

"Why did you ask Alger to come? Isn't he programmed not to attack wizards just like house elves?" Camille asked in a low voice, with the wolf ears on her head raised in alert.

"It's fine if you don't attack the wizard." Sylvia smiled mysteriously at Camille, then turned her head and told Alger, "Alger, there is a disappearing cabinet here, I order you to destroy that disappearing cabinet immediately, and Go back to the manor and wait for us."

"Alger will do it right away!" The goblin butler disappeared with a 'poof'.

"Are you going to..." Camille stopped suddenly in the middle of asking, and pulled Sylvia away, and the next second where Sylvia was standing was hit by a green light.

"It's not good to chase after ladies, Mr. Voldemort." When Camille opened the door of the Response Room, Sylvia finally said mockingly to Voldemort who was flying towards them, and Camille was holding West Sylvia jumped out of the door sullenly.

"Alahuo locked!" Sylvia raised her hand and aimed at the closed door behind them, casting a locking spell.

"Bang!" With the sound of the heavy wooden door closing heavily, Sylvia and Camille also fell on the corridor on the eighth floor of Hogwarts. Sylvia was so tired that she couldn't even hold Camille's hand. Wand, the dark red wand fell to the ground and slid out for a distance.

Camille frowned and covered her lower back with broken ribs, got up from the ground, knelt on the ground and looked at Sylvia who fell next to her, "Hey! What are you doing with the door closed, didn't you say..." In the middle of speaking, Sylvia struggled to get up from the ground, and the blood overflowing from her nose and ears startled Camille, "What's wrong with you, you're bleeding!"

"Cough...it's okay, it's just too much consumption...cough..." Sylvia said intermittently, although she looked uncomfortable, she didn't stop, her whole body was in a difficult way posture, almost climbed to the wall of the corridor with both hands and feet.

"It's okay to bleed..." Sylvia said self-deprecatingly, wiped her face, and pressed her bloody hand to the wall. Before Camille could ask why, she let out a series of The 'hissing' sound - Camille knew it was Parseltongue, but what did she want?

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"Albus! You wait! You can't just go back to school like this!" The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, panted after Dumbledore. In the footsteps of tall and thin Dumbledore.

Behind Dumbledore and Fudge, there were three tall and burly Aurors. Although Fudge's order was to capture Dumbledore, but now... they can only follow Dumbledore and Fudge with a look of embarrassment. Behind Fudge, it's not worth grabbing, or not grabbing, it's terribly embarrassing.

"You need to go to the Ministry of Magic to explain! What is today..."

"Connelly, I don't have time right now, I think I've said it, time is running out now." Dumbledore stopped on the dirt path leading to Hogwarts, looked sideways at Fudge's blue eyes, It is rare to show an extremely serious expression. In the dead of night at this time, the anxiety and a little bit of anger suppressed by the famous great wizard are particularly frightening. Swallowed it back.

Seeing that Fudge no longer expressed any opinions, Dumbledore immediately turned around and continued to walk in the direction of Hogwarts, taking bigger and bigger steps. Although he was kicked out of Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic and lost the principal in Hogwarts The right to Apparate within Zeni, but Sylvia, who is the current sole heir to the castle, has clearly told him that before Voldemort dies, he will be added to the list of being able to Apparate within the castle by her—but He had tried to Apparate directly from the Ministry of Magic to the Headmaster's office 10 minutes earlier, but had failed.

He made a mistake again, he didn't tell anyone about his speculation about Voldemort's other Horcrux, the 'Resurrection Stone'...Dumbledore was going to run his thumb over the ring he was wearing, but he soon realized His left hand, which has been stuck in his long-distance running pocket, basically has no room for such movements anymore.

Originally, he was supposed to be in charge of the parts other than Hogwarts. This was previously agreed with Miss Slytherin in secret. He left the school through the Dumbledore.A. team formed by Harry and the others. In addition to Horcruxes, we should also pay attention to whether Harry will be tempted by Voldemort and really go to the Department of Mysteries...but he failed...Although he saved Harry, he failed to stop Voldemort, Even got him the Elder Wand...

"Wait for this to end...No, what are you busy with?!" Fudge was not intimidated by Dumbledore for too long, and the group walked forward quietly for less than 2 minutes. This seems to be restless The Minister trotted closer to Dumbledore again.

"I didn't defeat Voldemort, Connelly, I'm afraid he will come to school." Dumbledore explained very briefly.

"What?!" Fudge's sudden high-pitched scream startled a few birds in the woods next to the path. "You said 'the man' was...school? But he wasn't..."

"Boom -----!!!!!!" The sudden loud noise from the direction of Hogwarts not only interrupted Fudge's words, but the Aurors who followed them drew out their wands in fright, but they didn't Knowing where to point, Dumbledore paused and ran straight away.

"Albus, wait... what happened?!" Seeing Dumbledore's figure disappearing around the corner of the path, Fudge recovered from the great shock, shouted and ran up.

Turning the corner, they came to the gate of Hogwarts. The open gate exacerbated Dumbledore's uneasiness, and he stepped over the boar's post, followed by Fudge and the Aurors.

Then they see...

"Above Merlin!!" one of the Aurors murmured in disbelief.

Not only this Auror, but everyone else stopped when they saw the scene in front of them. Fudge opened his mouth wide, with a silly expression on his face, as if he had been stunned suddenly, even his favorite dark yellow-green Even Dumbledore couldn’t help but stand where he was, looking at the corner of the castle in the night: a huge hole was blown open in the corner of the eighth floor of the castle. For so many years as headmaster, Dumbledore knew exactly where that was - the Room of Requirement - where Miss Slytherin and he talked about part of Voldemort's 'task' assigned to Mr Malfoy Jr., the one leading to Knockturn Alley The Vanishing Cabinet is right there.

The loud noise and slight shaking from the destroyed corner of the castle woke up all the creatures in the castle. The students rushed out of the dormitory and gathered in the lounge chattering uncomfortably. The professors rushed out in pajamas and indoor slippers. , Even the ghosts and portraits that had died a long time ago were all alarmed, and the professors arrived at the place where the explosion sound came from after 10 minutes after the portraits visited and tipped off the news.

On a summer night, the cool breeze blows in from the big hole in the castle. On the opposite side of the hole, a huge black wolf is lying on the wall. The two front paws of the black wolf are in a strange posture. Cuddled in front of her chest, there lay a silver-haired girl with blood all over her face.

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The hissing snake language is a strange talent brought by blood, and on the other side of the door... that person, who is related to her blood, even if they are only distant relatives, but they do have some similarities. A few years ago, she almost set foot on Same way as that guy.

In the darkness, Sylvia gradually felt some warmth, and she was close to her. She was already familiar with that heat, and it was Cam.

That's right, she didn't follow that person's old path after all, they are different, she has Cassandra's adoptive parents, Camille, and a home waiting for her to go back...

"Hmm..." Sylvia slowly opened her eyes, her vision was a little blurry, she blinked vigorously, and then she could see the roof clearly, unless the wizard's St. high vaulted ceilings, she could be sure she was lying in the hospital wing right now.

"Hey, you're awake." Camille's voice came from beside her. Even though her body was still sore, Sylvia still turned her head to rub Camille who was leaning against her.

Her body temperature is still so high, like a little sun, Sylvia thought, the sudden kiss made her turn slightly, almost burying her whole face in the black hair on Camille's shoulder.

"Cough cough." An awkward light cough pulled Sylvia out of her pink bubble - Albus Dumbledore sat at the end of the bed, smiling at Sylvia who was squeezed into a hospital bed. Via and Camille.

"Good afternoon, Miss Slytherin," said Dumbledore.

Sylvia was helped up by Camille. Originally, she planned to ask Camille how her ribs were doing, but seeing her unrelenting movements now, it seemed that the thrilling chase and escape with the famous big devil in the magic world The scars in her chest had healed, so she asked Dumbledore who was sitting at the end of her bed, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three days. Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson came to visit every day, and Miss Granger was also very worried."

Sylvia nodded, and then she belatedly found that there was almost a hill of sundries between her and Dumbledore. After looking carefully, she found a pile of things stacked at the end of her hospital bed with white linen sheets There's everything in it, from colorful candies, to all kinds of gag toys.

"There's more." Camille said teasingly, pointing to the floor beside her and the table beside the hospital bed. Sylvia couldn't see the floor for the time being, but at least the silver blue and silver layers on the table The green-wrapped gift box has been stacked to a dangerous height.

"It's all gifts from your friends and admirers." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The loud explosion, and the process of Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson telling the whole story, all the teachers and students in the school already know gone."

"So Voldemort..." Sylvia nervously focused on the old mage.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile and said the news that Sylvia wanted to hear most: "Voldemort himself is dead, and I found the last Horcrux."

Not relaxing for too long, Sylvia quickly thought of the remaining questions, "And Potter? On his forehead..."

"Don't worry about it for the time being. After I rushed back to school that night and saw your results, I immediately asked Professor Snape to drink the dreamless potion for Harry. But, now I want to know more about what happened in the Room of Requirement that day. The whole process, especially the part that blows up a corner of the castle at the end."

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Sylvia leaned lazily in Camille's arms, and briefly told Dumbledore about their adventures that day. Dumbledore listened intently, nodding frequently, looking at him a little Not surprisingly, Sylvia knew that he must have asked Camille about most of the process, so she simply skipped to the end, "As for blowing up the castle...I'm sorry, but I think This is also the best solution. As a direct descendant of Slytherin, I have a quarter of the highest authority of the castle. Now that there are no other heirs, I basically have all the authority. I told you already."

"The Room of Requirement is recorded as Ms. Ravenclaw's Alchemy Room, and for the convenience of the other Big Three, it was simply built to change the appearance of the room according to the needs of the user. I have the right to enter the Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, But it's a pity that I don't have permission to enter Ms. Ravenclaw's alchemy room, but as far as I know, the most important treasure inside has been transferred to the headmaster's office-that's the instinct to show that all people in the UK who are eligible to enter Hogg The little wizard's magic book that Woz studied."

"Originally, the magic book was placed in Ms. Ravenclaw's Alchemy Room, which is now the Room of Response. Based on the purpose of protecting future little wizards, the Big Four had the right to directly blow up that room. At that time, if The magic book was taken by the Muggle Inquisition - it can directly show the enemy the name and current residence of every potential little wizard - I think everyone understands the consequences..."

After listening to Sylvia's explanation, Dumbledore nodded in understanding, stood up and walked to Sylvia's bed, intending to pat her on the shoulder encouragingly. He subconsciously stretched out his left hand, a blackened, withered and charred left hand.

Both Sylvia and Camille were stunned, but Dumbledore just smiled gently and said indifferently: "Ah, it's nothing, it's just a small price to pay for the last Horcrux." Putting his left hand back into his pocket with little strength, he understated it as if it was just a small wound on his hand.

"That's a curse..."

Dumbledore patted Sylvia's shoulder with his intact right hand, and interrupted her, "It's more worth it than an old man like me to see the day when the wizarding world returns to peace and safety." The wrinkled face of the archmage, who had devoted his whole life to the magic world, showed a peaceful smile, turned around and walked out of the medical wing with brisk steps.

When Sylvia walked into the auditorium to attend the end-of-term dinner with the help of Camille, the entire auditorium erupted with overwhelming noise, shouting, cheering, and roaring.The students shouted and rushed towards the entrance of the auditorium. Some of them knew each other, including Gryffindor, Slytherin, and students from the other two houses. They surrounded Sylvia and Camille. They were all shouting, and the professors also stood up from their chairs, raised their golden wine glasses, and greeted them across the crowd—the nightmare of the wizarding world was finally over.