A dark figure moved from a dark corner in the deep tropical forest towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

“Lord Voldemort, a man of unrivaled strength and power, has arrived. Be careful,” the shadow figure said as it wore a terrifying grin.

Lightning struck every patch of grass he moved as if to warn the frightened people to be prepared. that the evil king is coming

Based on Novel by J.K. Rowling

Harry Potter

The Real Death of Lord Voldemort

at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Three years since Lord Voldemort's resurrection. Even though the people were trembling at his resurrection, But he was confident that nothing would happen as long as Dumbledore stayed at Hogwarts. It makes them feel comfortable.

"How are you, Harry?" said Ron, who was now in his seventh year. Being a big brother at Hogwarts Be a Gryffindor Prefect and is one of the beaters on the Quidditch team. asked Harry "How about a date with Hermione?"

“Oh…well,” Harry stammered, his face red. “Good…she said she really likes me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” a voice said from behind Harry. It was none other than Draco Malfoy. “How charming is the great Potter? Seduce that mudblood grandma. What are you going to do to her, Potter? Hmm, will it make her die again, like Colin?”

Harry was very angry. Colin died just last year. When they went to fight Voldemort And Colin followed along. Even if they survive But Colin had to die in exchange for his and Hermione's survival.

"Malfoy, don't you think you'll change at all?" Neville replied angrily.

"Oh, oh," Draco said ugly again. “Young Longbottom, who gets good grades every day and night, says such insults to each other. What a pleasure, hahaha!” And he walked away. He held up the wine glass in his hand mockingly.

Yes, today is another Christmas for Harry. And it would be his last time at Hogwarts. Even though the Dursleys had gotten better after Harry saved them from Voldemort's invasion last year when he went to the Dursleys' house to get rid of him. Harry since the beginning of his sixth year of school.

Luckily, the Ministry of Magic's Secret Service kept the news a secret and told other Muggles that it was just a gas pipe explosion.

But this would be his last chance to have such a wonderful Christmas at Hogwarts.

“W…Hi…Harry…” Again, another voice sounded behind Harry. This sound caused Harry to immediately turn around and look. And then he gasped, half-smiling.

“Hermione!” Harry cried.

That's right, that's Hermione. She is now 17 years old. On her birthday on September 19, Harry gave her a hand-sewn hat. In return for the entire outfit she sewed Granty (her owl, a gift from Ron) to him, she now wears that hat.

It suits her face well. And it made her look strangely cute.

"She's wearing a hat," Harry said.

“Yes,” she replied, smiling. “It's so cute…right…and…you were wearing my shirt, weren't you?” Then she blushed.

Well, it was hers. Harry really liked the shirt that Hermione sewed for him. Well, it has his full name written here that jumps around all the time.

Harry J. Potter*

Harry, who was now blushing, said, “Well, it's beautiful. Look, there's a salad bar over there. Isn't it her favorite thing? Let's go take a look.”

Ron looked at the two men walking together excitedly with a smile. 'Well, he's my boyfriend now. I'm so happy I'll die.' Then he walked away, smiling and shaking his head, looking for something else to eat. What was going on in his mind, no one could know.

“What?” Professor Campbell (Latest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher After Professor Haller resigned last year because he couldn't stand the poisonous throat throbbing liquid he'd made himself, Campbell Moroski was the most ordinary-looking of the self-defense professors. From the dark arts that once existed

With his youth and handsome looks, he is the favorite of many female students. The classes he teaches are just as fun as Lupine's classes. Excited like Moody (fake one), making Defense Against the Dark Arts the most popular subject in the Hogwarts poll this year) cried out loudly.

"Yes," Dumbledore replied. "Voldemort is here. I know it."

“Why do you know?” Campbell asked, trembling. “Then you said the name…”

“Because you were once a Death Eater,” Snape replied, “even if only for a short time and never doing anything. You did it to learn a secret from Voldemort…”

"That's enough, Severus," Dumbledore said. “Whatever it is, Voldemort was rushing here. I, who is sick like this, is too weak.” He pointed at his yellowed body. “Even though all the Death Eaters are free, Thanks to the green torch But how many more secret weapons Voldemort may have hidden, we never know.

Moreover, he still has the most power. I can't protect Hogwarts right now. Voldemort knows this, Campbell. I need you to protect Harry well, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Campbell replied. “Mr. Severus. Come with me.”

"Already got it," Snape replied and ran after Campbell. As Dumbledore lay down, drenched in sweat.

“Not long,” he said hoarsely. “Not long now.”

Voldemort stopped by the Hogwarts lake. His cloak rustled in the wind.

“The time has come,” he said, “when it will all be over.”

“All students return to their dormitories now! Level A emergency! I repeat, all students return to their dormitories now! A Class A emergency!” Campbell yelled as he ran along the balcony. As Snape picked up Thousands of bottles of 'messenger potion' were taken from the bag and thrown out. This potion will turn into a large message saying '

All the students immediately returned to their dormitories, no questions asked, or her house scores would drop to an all-time high.'

While Campbell and Snape were delivering their message, Professor McGonagall walked up.

“What happened?”

“Exactly, Minerva,” Snape said, throwing the messenger away without pausing to explain. “Announce this message. It's very urgent.”

McGonagall learned of the message in the potion and began using a broadcast spell that only she could use to spread the sound throughout Hogwarts.

“Every student The party must end here. You all go back to your dormitories immediately. Very urgent. I don't have time to explain much. I repeat, all students…”

Amidst the chaos of Hogwarts Not much was known at the party until McGonagall announced over the line.

“What?” Harry shouted as he was scooping up salad for Hermione.

"I don't know, but…" Hermione's heart fluttered. “I think we should hurry.”

“Hurry up, you two!” Ron rushed towards the two of them. "Let's stop flirting. Go to the dormitory. He's already here."

“Him?” Hermione wondered. “Where is he?”

"That's him," Ron said.

“He's here!” Harry and Hermione shouted in unison.

“Yes, you all hurry up. I have to go now too.”

“No,” Harry replied, “I can't escape again. He has done too much.”

"No, Harry," cried Hermione. “What will you do to him? She couldn't do anything to him. He has ultimate power, Harry, I think. He dared to invade here.”

“He came to kill me, I know that, and I will never let anyone else die. Too many people have died because of me, my parents, Cedric, Colin…”

“He should be waiting for me at the Quidditch pitch. It's wide enough in there.” Harry said as he ran out without anyone stopping him. Leaving Hermione and Ron there. Just in time, Snape came.

“What are you guys doing? Hurry and hurry to the dorms,” Snape shouted from afar. “Hurry up or I will actually deduct points from Gryffindor.”

Voldemort looked towards the Quidditch pitch door. And he saw what he had been waiting for.

"Harry Potter," he said in a low voice. “She finally came.”

“Yes, I'm here. You want to kill me, right? Why?” Harry asked. This might be the last question of his life.

"Oh," Voldemort said. “I haven't told you yet. that you have the power of the phoenix.”

“What power?” Harry asked again.

“Um… Today will be your last day anyway. I will tell you.

“The power of the Phoenix is ​​the power of existence. The power that you and I both have. The proof is your wand and mine. You and I were both chosen by the Phoenix. Phoenix's request to you and me has worked. The power of the phoenix gives the power of existence to those who possess it.

That's why I couldn't kill you seventeen years ago. And why didn't the curse that returned that time break me?**

“But I don't like it. You have more phoenix power than me. My curse can't do anything to you except a small wound. But I, the one who was cursed, Even though it will not be extinguished But I had to live in suffering all the time. Without Slatero and Wormtail I probably wouldn't have survived.”

Slatero***…Professor Quirrell, Harry thought.

“I want to get rid of you. I believe that as soon as I can get rid of you. Your phoenix power will become mine. and it will make me immortal

“Right now, I have enough power to defeat you. I've been a failure for seventeen years. And I will definitely not miss this opportunity.”

Without a word, he cast a curse at Harry.

"Voldemort is definitely this way," Snape told Campbell.

“How do you know that?” Campbell asked, running after Snape.

"I know…" Snape said, cupping his left upper arm. “…I know that.”

Snape pushed open the slightly ajar door of the Quidditch stadium to get inside.

“Gretio Avada Kedav-ra.”

Voldemort immediately cast the curse. A ready Harry prepared himself with a newfound spell he had learned from Campbell.

"Mirerius"

Harry created a protective wall that was like glass. He had gone to great lengths to reflect it back to Voldemort. But Voldemort's curse was too strong. He could only cause it to bounce haphazardly. Yet Harry stumbled and fell.

Meanwhile The Campbells and Snape came through the door.

“Harry,” cried Campbell. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh…” Voldemort said. “A lot of guests are already coming. I think we'd better start celebrating.”

Voldemort raised his hand to his shoulder. His hands were bent horribly. and uttered words

“…My puppet…awakens the mind I buried…right now…”

Campbell's body suddenly jerked strangely.

“…H…Harry…” Campbell, who immediately turned pale, tried to speak. “What… happened… Harry… Professor Dumbledore… let me take care of you… Harry… I… am so… fuzzy…”

A green light flashed from Campbell's body to the point of hurting his eyes. Harry and Snape had to shield their eyes with their hands up. while Voldemort grinned.

“What have you done to Campbell?” Snape shouted angrily.

"Me?" Voldemort said. “I just woke up my puppet. You'd better ask Rubeus, who's standing over there, about this puppet.”

Hagrid was chopping wood when Hermione ran after him. while talking breathlessly to him about Harry

“Hagrid…Harry…is in danger…at the Quidditch field…there is one of you who can help.”

“What? Is Harry in trouble? what happened"

"Lord Voldemort…has arrived."

Hagrid gritted his teeth. Then he ran out onto the Quidditch field.

As soon as he arrived It was as if the past images of Gluwes destroying Diagon Alley had come back to him again. A bright green light A figure floating in the air Eyes without sparkle It was exactly the same as the last time he had met Glowes. Just now People who are becoming puppets It is Prof. Campbell.

“Professor Campbell!” Hagrid shrieked.

But Campbell didn't know any more. The mark on his forehead showed that he was completely manipulative. Hagrid could see Harry and Snape trying to dodge Campbell's inexorable curse. Voldemort, on the other hand, was interested in another area.

"Ah…little Draco Malfoy, what are you doing here…" Voldemort grinned.

Malfoy was talking with Crabbe and Goyle. While there is an announcement warning students to return to their dormitories. And that made him see that there was something fun to do.

“You two go back to the dorms first,” he said, wringing his hands. "I'm going to go find something fun to do."

Malfoy hid behind an owl pillar as Snape and Campbell ran past.

“This must not be normal. It's already fun.”

He spun the owl's neck on the stone pillar. Then enter the secret passage to exit at another pillar in the main hall. But not before he left The voice he heard told him very funny things.

“What?”

"I don't know, but I think we should hurry."

“You guys hurry up and go. Let's stop flirting first, go to the dormitory, he's already here.”

"he? Where is he?”

“That's him.”

“He's already here!”

“Yes, you all hurry up. I have to go now too.”

“No, I can't escape again. He has done too much.”

“No, Harry. What will she do to him? She couldn't do anything to him. He has ultimate power, Harry, I think. He dared to invade here.”

“He came to kill me, I know that, and I will never let anyone else die. Too many people have died because of me. Father, mother, Cedric, Colin… He should have been waiting for me at the Quidditch pitch. It's wide enough there.”

“What are you guys doing? Hurry and hurry to the dormitory, or I will actually deduct points from Gryffindor.”

Malfoy already knew that Harry was going to the Quidditch pitch. I don't know who I go to. But Malfoy knew that. This was going to be a lot of fun. The school announced that students would go to dormitories, but Harry broke the rules.

Malfoy rushed to the Quidditch field. He didn't know what to expect. He hid behind a tree. and saw all the events which made him tremble with fear. Especially when Campbell is being pranked. He was so shocked that he screamed loudly.

Unfortunately, Voldemort heard his voice.

“Ah…little Draco Malfoy, what are you doing here?” Voldemort said, turning his attention from Harry, who was busy with Campbell, to Malfoy. FDA “Shouldn't you be happily sleeping in the Slytherin dormitory?…Yes, I remember it well. The bed in the Slytherin dormitory was very soft and comfortable…”

Malfoy was terrified. He fell to the ground and tried to retreat until he crashed into the wall as Voldemort approached.

Voldemort cheerfully tossed the wand in his hand as it glowed brighter and brighter. “I don't think anyone else should get involved in this matter,” he said. “You go. It's better to sleep... Or are you not yet sleepy? It's okay. If you are not sleepy I will convince myself.”

As Malfoy raised his hands to his face in fear and moaned loudly, "No!" Voldemort pointed his psychic at him.

“Sleep down, little one.”

Voldemort's wand glowed. The light shot towards Malfoy as soon as he finished speaking the curse. Malfoy must have been severely cursed. If there wasn't someone who could barely cast a spell to protect them,

Professor Flitwick was happily drinking tea when the announcement of Voldemort's approach was made.

“Teacher, please come with me,” Ron called out as he opened the door to the teachers' quarters.

“What?” said Flitwick. After Ron's voice startled him, he spilled hot tea on his lap, causing him to yelp. "what happened Mr. Weasley.”

"Master, didn't you hear the announcement?" Ron wondered.

“No,” Flitwick replied, “I am drinking tea. And it made me unable to hear anything.”

“He whose name should not be mentioned has arrived, Master. Harry is in danger. The teacher must help him. Isn't that the teacher who teaches witchcraft?"

Flitwick rose from his seat upon hearing the words. 'Harry is in danger' he called out to Ron as he walked hurriedly towards the door, 'Where?'

"The Quidditch pitch," Ron replied. "It's the only one."

Flitwick and Ron ran together towards the Quidditch field. As soon as he arrived They saw Campbell continuously casting curses at the Harrys. while the other way Voldemort was about to cast a curse on Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Flitwick shrieked. As he ran towards Malfoy he picked up his wand and cast a spell, “Mirrius.”

Luckily he was fast enough. Even if the curse didn't reverberate back to Voldemort, at least it wouldn't hit Malfoy.

“Malfoy, what are you doing here?” Flitwick asked. “Did no one tell you that you were going to stay in the dorms?”

"I…" Malfoy said quietly, "I secretly ran away."

"Oh shit," Flitwick moaned.

“Master, please help me,” Harry cried from afar. “Professor Morosky has gone crazy.”

But not before Flitwick reached out even the tip of his fingernail to help. There was smoke pouring out from nowhere. Then the Firebolt Broom shot out of the smoke and into Harry's hand.

After Hermione sent Hagrid to the Quidditch field She immediately ran to the dormitory. Because right now Harry didn't have his wand with him. Unfortunately, he forgot to bring his wand.

“Password… Wait, what are you doing?” the fat lady asked.

"It's nothing," said Hermione, gasping. "Santa Claus with a red beard"

“Are you sure?” the fat lady asked. As she clears the way

Hermione didn't have much time to answer the fat lady's questions. She went straight to Harry's bed. Then she took out the supplies she thought she needed…an invisibility cloak…a wand…a firebolt…many other things.

She took these and put them in a bottle. He quickly collected 'Storage Potion' and then hurried to the Quidditch field.

“Hurry up,” she prayed as she opened the door to the Quidditch pitch. Then throw in the advance storage solution first. before she followed

As soon as the medicine bottle broke, Smoke poured out. (Not very convenient) And then all the stuff came out in a pile on the floor. Except for the Firebolt broom. who rushed towards Harry

Harry immediately grabbed his broom. And after that, he floated up into the sky. and successfully escaped from Campbell's spell group. After that, it landed safely in front of Professor Flitwick.

But wait a minute.

“Professor Snape!” Harry cried. “Aw, I have to go back.”

“OBLIVIATE!” A shrill cry sounded from behind Harry almost as soon as he turned and got on his broom. Moreover, besides the sound, there was also a magic spell floating across the mountainside.

The memory erasing spell was directed towards Campbell.

After Campbell struggled and fell after being hit by a spell, He looked like he was dead and asleep.

“Great…” A roar sounded behind Harry, Malfoy, and Flitwick, but in front of Snape, Hagrid, and Hermione. “I must give you a compliment.”

Voldemort stood by and watched comfortably for a moment. At this moment he was looking calmly at Professor Flitwick. “Obliviate is excellent, suitable for the situation. You seem to know that he is under the puppet curse. So you erased his memory until the time he was cursed,” he said.

But it seems like the time for fun is over. If you don't want to die, just retreat!" He roared loudly. "I only want to kill Harry. Other people are not involved.”

"That's right," Snape said. "It's my duty to protect him."

“Severus,” Flitwick cried, “have you gone mad?”

“Severus?” Voldemort said softly. “Severus Snape, right? Blessto*****'s child, that little girl who stood trembling beside the tree. That's right, I still remember it well. I remember the look on your face when you saw me kill your father who stood in my way.” He said smoothly, softly, but frighteningly. “It's a shame.

He was my favorite teacher when I was studying here.”

“Stop it,” Snape shouted, his teeth gritting. "Don't you ever talk to me about this again. I hate you."

“Hate?” Voldemort said. “Hate me like that, Severus? Hate me, who was once your master? My lovely former Death Eater.”

"You think I want that?" Snape snapped, pulling out a vial of potions. "I did it because I wanted to help Dumbledore investigate you."

“But you can't escape the fact that you were once a Death Eater. Isn't the devil brand still engraved on your arm?”

“Shut up!” Snape shouted as he threw the vial on the ground. and smoke came out.

When Voldemort was hit by that smoke He gasped. To the point where he had to withdraw from the scene and hold his neck in pain.

“What is the effect of Beraseus's roots?” Snape stood and smiled. There's no doubt, Voldemort, that I'm okay. That these children are nothing Because I've been secretly mixing immunity into Hogwarts food all these years.”

But it's not as expected. Voldemort disappeared from This 'slight abnormality' quickly unleashed a curse on Snape. Just what Snape used. He was able to escape from Crucio by using the 'Protective Potion' and gave him a chance to take it. A 'power-enhancing potion' was used on him. Then he punched Voldemort in the face.

Because it is a physical attack Therefore unable to use defensive spells. Voldemort, hit by an eighty-eight ton punch, staggered far away.

Snape was gaining the upper hand. He took the opportunity that Voldemort was gaining ground and used the 'Swift Potion' and 'Invincible Potion', giving him an even greater advantage over Voldemort. He punched Voldemort in the face and kicked his chin countless times. Until it looked like Voldemort was completely battered, but…

There's a bell ringing. The Hogwarts clock rang. That means it's a new day. Snape froze for a moment. Just a moment

One moment was more than enough for Voldemort.

"The fun's over," Voldemort said softly. "I've had enough of playing with you."

Before Snape's newly formed punch made contact with Voldemort's face. Voldemort then used his power to knock Snape away. Snape's impact hit the ground with such force that it made him choke.

"You think I…" Voldemort approached Snape. For the first time, the Harrys had the opportunity to look closely at Voldemort, and they saw that Voldemort was fine. On the contrary, he looked strong and walked towards Snape without any symptoms. Voldemort grabbed Snape by the neck and lifted him high.

Then punched him in the face once. “…Will it be finished this easily?” The punch caused Snape to spit out a wave of blood. “…How…” Voldemort raised his long, razor-sharp nails, “…so…” and slammed it down on Snape's face, leaving a long scar on his left cheek. If he can't escape in time Your face must be gaping.

Voldemort threw Snape to the ground. Then walked towards Harry.

“How annoying…Harry…now…you and me.”

"Not yet," Snape said.

Voldemort turned around. Snape struggled to his feet. He looked unbearably battered. It only took two simple attacks from Voldemort to leave him battered. If Voldemort continued to attack him. He must not survive.

“True patience,” said Voldemort.

"Yes," Snape moaned, "I won't let you do anything to Harry."

With that, he took out a 'Sunshine Potion' and threw it at Voldemort. There was a flash of light that hurt Voldemort's eyes. Including everyone else, except Snape who shielded his eyes in time. Snape took advantage of Voldemort's pause and ran over and brought Harry to another evasion area.

"Professor…" Harry tried to say. But Snape stopped him.

“Don't say anything yet, Harry,” Snape said. “Listen, Harry. I probably won't have the chance to take care of her again. I've always taken care of you since you started school. You know, I won't let you get hurt. I won't let you do anything to harm yourself. I won't let you get carried away by fame. I've always taken care of you, Harry.

But it will probably be the last time.”

“You…” Voldemort growled.

“Take care of yourself, Harry. Otherwise, I will deduct all Gryffindor points.”

Snape turned back to Voldemort, who was gnashing his teeth in rage. Snape opened his cloak to reveal hundreds of vials hidden within his cloak.

“This is explosive liquid. But it will not explode unless it is stimulated by another explosion.” Snape explained the potion's properties. “And the explosions that are most effective at activating this potion are those created by human bodies.” He looked over at Harry, who called out to him. “That's right, Harry, I'm going to explode myself.”

Running towards Voldemort at speed. Voldemort, whose stinging eye still hadn't fully recovered, stood in his place, unable to dodge. Snape detonated himself as he rushed toward him, "Selfu Distructo!"

Snape's body immediately glowed with light. He was too close to Voldemort for him to escape.

See you later, Potter. I will come after you and destroy you.

The explosion sounded loudly. The light from the explosion was as stinging as the sunshine potion. The Harrys were all thrown several meters away. The trees swayed under the force of the powerful waves. Harry's body would have shattered into pieces like six Quidditch poles. If Flitwick hadn't cast a protection spell on everyone in time.

After the explosion gradually subsided The Harrys slowly regained their composure. They looked at the dust and smoke remaining from the explosion. Will Voldemort die? It's a question that everyone is asking in their minds.

The answer to this question floated along with a curse that shot through the smoke towards Malfoy. Flitwick defended it again. But this curse made everyone know the truth.

Voldemort isn't dead yet...

“Sigh…” A low hoarse voice sounded from the smoke. “…What a waste of time, you scumbag… Look… my robes are all torn.”

That right there was Voldemort. But his body was no longer covered with a veil. But it was his true form. ugly face The nostrils are flat and small like a snake. The pied lines on his face, his bright red eyes, and his inhuman body made Voldemort look almost demonic.

“…But playtime is over…” he said, “You must die now…Potter.”

With those words, he 'cursed' the curse straight at Harry. Luckily, he was able to escape in time. Harry continued to dodge the curse, but he was still afraid of how long he could continue dodging it.

“…Very fun, wasn't it…” Voldemort roared as he leapt towards Harry. Harry had no escape. He would definitely have died if Voldemort hadn't accidentally been stopped by several sharp objects that had pierced his back. Harry had no doubt what was going on. Hearing Hagrid yell "Beaky!"

“You can't mess with Harry any more than this,” came the voice of the person riding Buckbeak. This large hippogriff spoke up. Then another person came along and said in turn, “We will protect him.”

It was Sirius Black and Remus Lupine.

"Have you seen them yet, Sirius?" Remus said as he sat behind Buckbeak and Sirius and looked to his right. Meanwhile, Sirius looked up at Hogwarts Lake to their left. “I don't see any.”

"I haven't seen them either," Sirius replied. "Oh my god, let us see them too."

Without a word from Sirius, a bright light that appeared to be a large explosion flashed from the Hogwarts Quidditch field. The force of the explosion sent Buckbeak reeling. Even though they were this far from the explosion site,

“What was that?” Remus asked. “Is it a bomb?”

"I guess it's a moth!" Sirius said through gritted teeth. As he jerked Buckbeak's reins, he headed that way. “Bomb, Remus! blast! It looked like it was an explosion made from explosive liquid. But this severe It must use humans as fuel.”

“Blowing up a human,” Remus said as he tightened his grip. “Who did that?”

“The only person who knows about the explosive solution we created is still out there. Plus you're willing to trade yourself in for a bomb," Sirius said.

“You mean…”

"Maybe, Severus," Sirius replied, "That guy…"

"But…" Remus moaned.

“Shouldn't you be quiet, Remus? We saw it, that's it.”

“Harry!” Remus cried. “He's being cursed by Voldemort!”

“I don't look very good.”

“Then we have to go down and help him.”

Sirius jerked the reins again (“That's right,” he said) and Buckbeak swerved downwards, heading straight for Voldemort's back through the mist. Sirius put his hand on Buckbeak's neck, forcing him to place his soft foot on Voldemort's back.

“Beaky!” Hagrid shouted.

Buckbeak's paws dug into Voldemort's back. This only had the effect of causing Voldemort to falter a bit, but it was still good. Sirius forced Buckbeak to press Voldemort's back to the ground.

"You can't mess with Harry any more than this," Sirius said as he stepped down.

"We'll protect him," Remus followed as he stepped down. (Unfortunately, he tripped over the reins.)

Voldemort turned back to them, his teeth bared in anger. He shook Buckbeak off his back and turned to fight the two. “You guys…” he growled.

At that moment, Flitwick was forcing Malfoy to do as he said.

"No, I absolutely won't give in."

“Not at all, Mr. Malfoy. It is the only way for her to survive this situation.”

“Why me?”

“Because you are the only one who is the most suitable. She is the complete opposite of Mr. Potter, you know that, and she is the most physically similar to him.”

"No, let's merge with that bastard."

"There's no time," Flitwick shook his head angrily. "Potter, get over here quickly."

"No," cried Malfoy, "I won't…" But he was silenced by Petripecus Totalus.

“Yes, Master,” said Harry, who was quickly riding Firebolt.

"You're standing next to Mr. Malfoy."

How many questions did Harry have? But he didn't have much time to think. He walked over and stood next to Malfoy, who was frozen but squinting at the entrance as angrily as he could.

Flitwick stood in front of the two. Then he took out his wand.

“You prepare yourself. This spell will unite the two of you into a new person. That person will have a new identity independent of any one person between the two of you. That person would have so much magic power, an amount that could be said to be less than half of the magic power of the entire Hogwarts combined.

Because this will give you 1000 times the combined magic power of the two of you. Confused?” Flitwick paused for a moment. When he saw Harry nod, he continued. “But this spell requires a lot of magic power. The teacher may die. If the teacher dies, let them be at ease. Because the teacher has already performed his duties as a teacher.

And the side effects of the spell…”

“Hurry up, Master,” said Harry. “Those three are in trouble.” Harry meant Sirius, Remus, and Hagrid, who were fighting Voldemort with all their might. Which can only delay time.

"Alright…" Flitwick sighed. “Alright…Fusiono.”

A light appeared on the tip of Flitwick's wand. The light then grew brighter as it was drawn from Flitwick's body. When the wand was filled with light, it slipped out of Flitwick's hand and floated between Harry and Malfoy. as Flitwick fell to the ground.

Harry felt a twitch in his head. He felt like he was being pulled towards the wand. Which seemed to be the case, with both Harry and Malfoy being drawn into the wand. Instantly, Harry felt as if his own consciousness had been severed.

The glowing wand swells up into the shape of a person with a complete head, arms, hands, legs, feet, and other organs (plus a robe).

The person emerging from this wand was standing on the grass with eyes closed and arms spread in an angel-like pose. When he opened his eyes It was as if a light was radiating from his body.

“Who are you?” Hermione asked in a trembling voice.

The figure returned to its normal position. Then he looked towards Hermione and smiled, "My name is Harko… Harko Malter."

Hargo whispered a few words to Hermione and charged towards Voldemort with speed that Firebolt couldn't match. He was there in time to stop Voldemort from casting a curse on the three Petrippicus. Totalus is on the floor. Then he punched Voldemort in the face.

Hargo's force was enough to knock Voldemort several times over. Even though it didn't hurt Voldemort much. But it also confirms that Voldemort is not immortal.

“That… is for everyone you killed,” Hargo said as he slammed Voldemort into the ground. All Voldemort could do was shout, 'Stop, you think I'm going to let you go that easily?' and when Voldemort lay on the ground with Hargo's left foot on his chest, already Hargo said, "And this is for everyone's broken hearts," and used his right leg to kick Voldemort's side.

While Harko was training Voldemort Hermione and Ron finally had time to fix Petripecus. Totalus to Sirius, Remus, and Hagrid.

Everyone was stunned by what had happened.

“Do you… see what I see?” Hermione asked Ron.

"If you mean Harry and Malfoy training with Voldemort, I see," Ron replied.

Voldemort didn't give in easily, and he fought Hargo at full strength, almost to a close. Hargo even slipped up a bit. Probably because I'm not familiar with the body.

“Remus,” said Sirius, “do you know how to use Avada Kedav-ra?”

"Well," Remus replied, "sometimes. Why?"

"Conjure it," Sirius said.

“Spell it on who?” Remus was confused.

"It's Remus!" Sirius exploded. “Do you think there's anyone I can put a killing curse on here if it's not Voldemort? I'm probably going to have you cast a killing curse on…who…that Hargo?”

"Uh," Remus said nothing. But he picked up his wand and said, “Avada Kedav-ra.”

After that, a green light floated towards Voldemort. Voldemort looked shocked for a moment before he was hit with the curse.

Voldemort froze slightly. only slightly But it was enough to make Hargo attack Voldemort more aggressively as he got the chance.

“Yes,” cried Hermione.

“What is it?” Ron asked.

Hermione didn't answer. She rushed out of the Quidditch field.

Hargo had already begun to pound his legs. But he began to rely heavily on curses, both Crucio and even Avada Kedav-Ra, he conjured spells from both hands without having to go through a wand. This showed that he had enough ability to control magic energy. But Voldemort was too strong to die from the curse. Still, it was enough to hurt Voldemort enough to groan.

Voldemort slams his body into Hargo, sending Hargo flying far away.

“You…” Voldemort said. “Don't… think… that I will… be so… shoddy.”

Voldemort reached out and tried to cast a curse on Hargo.

"Harry!...No, Hargo!"

Hermione is back.

With a green torch****** in hand.

Hermione ran off the Quidditch field. Go straight to the headmaster's room. Where Dumbledore would be And he could probably tell me where it was.

That's right, the green torch. The thing that turns evil into good, of course, is not powerful enough by itself to turn Voldemort into a good(?) person. But if combined with Harry's power...no, Harko, maybe not.

"Master," she cried out loud when she ran into Dumbledore halfway. Dumbledore seemed to be trying to force his seriously ill body to walk towards the Quidditch field. “I…”

“Miss Granger, that's really good. Library, restricted area, floor.

A225

Story: 'Pitho Pitang Basin Set', red book, open page 75, Graefur Thoreau's spell," Dumbledore said as if telling the hiding place of something. Then he stuffed a piece of paper into Hermione's hand. his signature

“Hurry,” he said sternly. before pretending to fall down

"Yes," Hermione agreed. She ran quickly to the library. Slammed Dumbledore's signature in front of the sleeping Madame Pince. Go straight to the restricted area, look for the floor.

A225

The red book, that's it. Pithopitang in a basin. Why does it have such a strange name? There's no time. Page 75 “Graefer Thoreau,” she cried.

Suddenly the book twisted violently. It bounced out of Hermione's hand. Then it rose to a height of almost two meters from the ground. The book twisted itself almost into a cylinder. Familiar patterns of snakes and unicorns began to appear.

The book became a green torch.

Hermione didn't even have time to rejoice. Hargo might be in bad shape right now. She grabbed the torch and brought it down. then ran out of the library Straight to the Quidditch field She had reached the field gate. She pushed the door in.

“Harry!” she cried, “…no, Hargo! Take it, quickly.”

Harko, about to be cursed by Voldemort, turned to look at her. “Granger!” he cried, pointing at the torch. “Accio! – Green Torch.”

Suddenly, the torch flew out of Hermione's hand and flew towards Hargo's hand. Ten meters more, five more meters, one more meter, just a little more.

Voldemort grabbed it.

“You intend to use this against me? No way, Stopio!” Voldemort cast a freeze on Hargo, freezing him in the position of reaching out.

“Just let me destroy this thing. You guys probably have nothing to do with me, right?”

Yes, without a torch. They were helpless. But things are not that simple. Hagrid orders Buckbeak and all the creatures to come out and swarm Voldemort. Those animals included two dogs that were once humans named Sirius and Remus.

This chaos was not enough to hurt Voldemort. But it was enough to make him feel so annoyed that he accidentally let go of the torch and turned to dealing with other creatures. The torch that had fallen out was caught beautifully by Ron's hand. Meanwhile, Hermione casts a spell to cancel the "Reducio" curse on Hargo.

"Thank you, Weasley, and Granger," Hargo said.

Hargo took the torch from Ron. Then he began chanting sacred words.

“The power of the great snake in all legends. The power of many dragons spread far and wide. The power of the unicorn begs for eternity. Three powers, all evil, bring good.”

while the torches radiated green light in all directions. Voldemort was still busy with the creatures, even though he had noticed what Hargo was doing.

The torch turned into a large, shapeless green light. The light was floating high above the sports spectator seats, and now it was starting to float down towards Hargo as if something was sucking it down – down into Hargo.

Hargo clasped both hands in front of his chest in a clasped position. He chanted with his mouth curled for about two seconds and then let out a loud noise. Which means the greatest destruction spell. The most powerful Wastes the most energy. and the easiest to control To the extent that if one had enough power, one could conjure it up.

It would be easier than peeling a banana to direct this power towards the Quidditch hoop – if it were still there. And it refers to Hargo's extremely powerful attack. Plus the evil-changing power of the torch. This means that the power to transform evil is greatly accelerated.

“Ultimaa…!!!!”

Voldemort didn't even have time to cry out. 'No, no, no, no, no. ……….' The large green beam rushed towards Voldemort. and passed through him The beam of light was so large that it could be seen from space – if one could use magic to see it.

The animals bounced violently. But none of them were injured in the slightest. If it hurts, it's only from hitting the ground.

Voldemort was still standing in the same place. Only, his entire body turned green.

"Is he dead?" Ron asked.

“Not likely,” said Hagrid. “He was not human enough to die.”

His right, Voldemort didn't die. His green body howled. The sound reverberated so far away that it was as if his soul would come out with the sound. The noise was so loud that people there had to cover their ears.

Suddenly, it was as if Voldemort smiled. It wasn't the same ugly grin as always. But it was a smile that felt warm and comfortable. It was like releasing everything. In the blink of an eye, his body shone brightly again. This light shoots up into the sky Soar like a phoenix and shattered and disappeared into the sky that has begun to dawn

"He's not dead," said Dumbledore, who had just opened the door. “But he's not here.”

"Are you temporarily gone?" Ron asked.

“No,” Dumbledore replied, “not temporarily, but forever. No more Lord Voldemort. Or even the man named Tom Marvolo Riddle was no longer there. Both are gone. But it's not death.”

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“Let's leave it later. I'll explain it to those two as well.” Dumbledore gestured to the backs of the men standing in front of him. “They are asleep now.”

Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, Hagrid, they all turned around and saw Harry – and Draco – asleep.

Where is this?

Who's that?

father?

mother?

Who's there?

black cloak

Why did he come?

mother?

Mother holds me

father?

Dad fought with that stranger.

“Lily! Take Harry away!”

I'm afraid

I cry

Mom comforted me.

father?

What happened to dad?

Where did Dad go?

mother

Who else is that?

The person just now

he said to mother

Mother falls

Mom slammed into the wall.

I'm afraid

I cry

Father has arrived.

"for! Let Harry go.”

He started talking to his father.

Dad fell down.

What's wrong with dad?

Why doesn't dad get up?

What did mother say?

“No, don't take Harry! Take me instead!”

“Move! You stupid bitch, give me the child! I only want children! Back off now!”

"no!"

He talks to his mother.

Mother fell down

What's wrong with you mom?

Why doesn't mom get up?

it spoke to me

“This time it's your turn.”

what happened

This place is disappearing

This nightmare is disappearing.

It feels so good.

“Harry! Harry! Ron, Harry has recovered.”

“Where, where?”

Harry opened his eyes. Who are those big, beautiful, clear eyes? Is it Hermione?

"Harry," Hermione looked like she was about to cry. “I thought she would never recover.”

Hermione didn't just act like she was about to cry. She actually cried, resting on Harry's chest.

Harry looked to the side to see Ron standing there looking helpless.

“Where is this?” Harry asked.

"Infirmary, Harry," Dumbledore said.

Harry looked to the left of the bed. Which was a different direction from where Hermione and Ron were. And he met Dumbledore.

and tens or hundreds or thousands of people

“She was unconscious for nearly three months,” Filz said.

“We are really worried,” Nick said.

“You are very brave,” said the Sorting Hat.

“Congratulations,” everyone said in unison.

Harry was helpless. He had been surrounded by many people before. But not thousands of people in close quarters like this.

"The whole school knows about what you did, Harry," Neville said.

"Really sorry about Professor Flitwick and Snape," Professor McGonagall said.

“But I…I don't understand at all. What exactly happened?” Harry asked.

“Here,” said Madame Hoose. “Look here.”

Harry reached out and took the silver plaque from Madame Hoose's hand. There was a picture of someone in it. Someone who looks like him but isn't him, also looks like Draco. What did Hermione call him, Hargo?

Harry watched the 'Recording of Real Motion for Indefinite Time' over and over until he thought he understood the whole thing.

"And Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Right here," Draco said, standing next to Harry. “You slept for a long time and didn't play at all.”

Draco smiled, not like the ugly smile from before.

"What happened to Voldemort?" Harry asked Dumbledore.

"Oh," Dumbledore said. “It's like this. The green torch's transmuting energy combined with Ultima's spell caused Voldemort to absorb the power, causing his body to no longer be able to sustain it. But his spirit is still there. Green Torch and Phoenix Power The power of his existence gathered together.

It caused a part of his mind to drift away.”

“Will he come back again?”

“Back, but not Voldemort anymore. It will be someone else.”

"I do not understand"

“Voldemort is dead, Harry, but his mind remains. mind with thoughts his feelings but no memory It's a pure mind, truly pure. It floats away and finds a new place. It's similar to rebirth, Harry, but it's not.”

“I still don't understand.”

“I know you don't like that. But I have to tell you,” Dumbledore said, smiling. “You'll understand, Harry.”

Dumbledore smiled at him one last time. before walking away

"See you at the party, Harry."

This year's party was the most wonderful. All the students praised him as a hero. The celebration of Voldemort's true death was held in a grand manner. It seemed like all the students understood what had happened. Only Harry remains.

The strangest one was probably Draco. He wasn't as stupid as before, but he had gotten a lot better. He must have been affected by the torch's influence as well.

"Please listen," Professor McGonagall's voice filled the hall.

Dumbledore has arrived.

“This year, another year has passed. And you all probably already know about the Dark Lord's passing. He who we have never called by name, who we can now fearlessly call by name, is he.”

"Voldemort," everyone in the hall said in unison without waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"Yes," Dumbledore agreed. “Above all else. I give a round of applause to Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy, who have brought us so much joy today.”

Applause echoed in the hall. Surprisingly, everyone was willing to applaud Draco.

The party continued until the end and then the Harrys had to attend their graduation ceremony. The ceremony was grand and spectacular. Many beautiful words were spoken to capture the last impression at Hogwarts. But no words were more heartfelt than those spoken by Ravenclaw student Imus Antoineau:

“We love Hogwarts. Hogwarts loves us.”

Hundreds of certificates were handed out to every graduating year seven student. Wizarding hats were distributed to follow. This was followed by a farewell speech from the student representative, Hermione Granger, after which all the teachers came out to say their farewells.

Professor Campbell Even though Flitwick only intended to erase the memory of his puppet spell, Unfortunately, Campbell had been bewitched by a puppet spell since Voldemort's rise to power - since Campbell was a child. That left him with only a 3rd year's memory left.

That means that in the next academic year There will be a new fourth-year student named Campbell Moroski. It would be good for this year's third-year girl to be able to study with Campbell next year. Anyway, for now, Cam. Belle would have to go to Hogsmeade with her caretaker. He will be a teacher at Hogwarts until next year.

It is said that the mystery of Defense Against the Dark Arts still exists.

The last day at Hogwarts had finally arrived for the seventh year students.

“The sky train is about to depart. Please pack your things well.”

Hagrid shouted loudly so that all the graduating seventh year students could hear from the floor of the Hogsmeade station platform up to the sky train station above that had just been completed especially for seventh year students. Ride to London This sky train was not bright red like the Hogwarts Express.

Instead, the four colors of the four houses are red, green, yellow and blue, representing the unity of the students graduating from Hogwarts. who is about to go out and meet the world fully as a well-educated wizard.

The whistle sounded. The train has left the platform. all students Including Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, and so many others it's impossible to mention them all. Everyone was in tears as they realized that this would truly be their last time at Hogwarts, but it was something that had to be done for the future.

No matter how happy the past was Dwelling on it cannot make us permanently happy. We need to move on. The beautiful past will be a good memory for us. and the painful past will disappear Like train smoke that fades into the wide sky

The Hogwarts Sky Express rumbles along an invisible railroad track. Leading new generations of witches and wizards into the wider world to continue their lives.

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footnote

* Abbreviation for

Harry James Potter

** This part of the story is the part that is expected to appear in

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Which is my opinion, which of course is in no way correct with the version written by

J.K. Rowling

Therefore, when the book is released Don't be surprised that it's not like the book.

*** Professor Quirrell's real name is Slatero Quirrell (according to

Hrpotterworld -

In addition to that Professor Flitwick's real name is Filius Flitwick.)

**** is an incident that occurred in the writing of the story.

Hagrid\'s Histories

yes (

http://www.dekdee.com/entertain/viewlong.php?id=362 )

***** Bleisto Snape, a fictional character I created in other Harry Potter fanfics. Bleisto Snape is Sever's father. Russ Snape has been a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher since Hagrid was a student. After being killed by Voldemort when he invaded Hogwarts (

Details can be read in

Hagrid\'s Histories

too)

****** The idea for the green torch came from rumors about the sixth Harry Potter book that appeared on the web, with the title "Harry Potter Book 6".

Harry Potter and the Green Flame Torch (

(This may not be the real name of the sixth book.) In the rumor, part of it said that \"The green torch is a torch that has the power to erase evil and promote goodness\" so I brought \"Mech\" to be the green torch seen in this story.

note

This story was written before the release of

Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix

The word bridle that was censored It is a device used to control horses. I think everyone knows it well.