Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 612 Stop fighting!

Actually, it doesn't matter if Harry doesn't believe it.

Since all the newspapers have already been distributed, Voldemort will soon be enraged, and everything will become inevitable.

Sure enough, on the third day, the Daily Prophet published a message from Voldemort.

Harry stared wide-eyed at the familiar photograph in the newspaper—

"Sirius?" Harry said incredulously. In the photo, Sirius was tied to the Ministry of Magic's fountain and gagged. "Why was he arrested?"

"Could he be looking for you?" Ron guessed. "After we left the Order of the Phoenix the day before yesterday..."

“But Hermione left a letter—” Harry said.

“The letter just tells them we haven’t been kidnapped,” Hermione shook her head. “But that certainly won’t stop him from coming out to find you, maybe…”

In the newspaper, Voldemort demanded that Harry come to the Ministry of Magic's main hall by noon the next day to face him, instead of being a rat hiding in the shadows plotting how to slander great men.

If Harry doesn't arrive by noon, Sirius Black will be killed.

“Harry…” Hermione couldn’t think of a solution. It was clearly a trap—Harry had no chance of winning against Voldemort if he went straight for him.

“I have to go.” Harry looked at the photo in the newspaper. “Whatever Cohen’s plans—I can’t just stand by and watch Sirius die—”

"Could it be fake?" Hermione asked cautiously. "I mean, he tricked you with false memories once before, so he might have just randomly grabbed someone using Polyjuice Potion this time..."

“We can go back to Grimmauld Place.” Harry had learned his lesson this time. “He said we still have time until noon tomorrow. Voldemort—I mean, Vader—he definitely won’t do anything to Sirius before I get there, otherwise I certainly wouldn’t have shown up…”

But they still wore invisibility cloaks when they returned to Grimmauld Place.

Harry didn't want anyone else to see him, otherwise they would definitely try to stop him from rescuing Sirius—"Harry, your life is more important than anything else," Harry could imagine what they would say.

But is their own life really more important than others'? Is their own life really worth sacrificing time and time again?
Harry didn't think so. He was prepared—even if he waited another five or ten years, he couldn't guarantee that he would definitely be able to defeat Voldemort.

But somehow, Harry always felt he could win.

Perhaps it was Cohen's experience dealing with Voldemort over the years that gave Harry confidence, or perhaps he had genuinely "grown" up.

After quietly returning to Grimmauld Place, they confirmed that Sirius had indeed been captured this time—because Lupin was discussing with Mr. Weasley how to rescue Sirius and how to stop Harry, who was nowhere to be found.

“Harry will definitely go,” Lupin said. “It’s all my fault. I should have kept an eye on Sirius—he was too impulsive—”

“But he didn’t go to London the day before yesterday,” Tonks said. “Why was he captured by the mysterious man in London?”

“I don’t know, just like we don’t know why Harry distributed that homemade newspaper. It annoyed Voldemort. But… I don’t know if I should say this, but Sirius’s capture isn’t entirely a pessimistic ending. If Voldemort hadn’t captured one of us, he might have used more innocent people to threaten Harry…” Lupin sighed.
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Harry had almost forgotten how he got to the Ministry of Magic's guest entrance and how he convinced Ron and Hermione to stay outside.

At 11:00 a.m. on the appointed day, Harry and his friends arrived at the familiar phone booth.

Harry was quite surprised that there weren't many Death Eaters lying in wait here.

"If I die, you will—"

“We’re definitely going in with you,” Ron said. “More people, more strength—”

"Do you think there's any difference between me going alone and the three of us going together to deal with him?" Harry said calmly. "The prophecy was about me, Voldemort, and Cohen. I don't know if Cohen will appear, but in the end, only one of us will die."

“It must be Mysterio,” Hermione said. “Cohen and he were sworn enemies, weren’t they? He killed Cohen’s father…”

"I hope so, but..." Harry wanted to say something, but he couldn't get the words out.

He hugged Hermione and Ron, then took a deep breath and entered the phone booth wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

"Guest entrance, Harry Potter, welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

The cold female voice echoed in the phone booth.

The familiar elevator, the familiar corridor, and the somewhat unfamiliar lobby.

The Ministry of Magic's main hall had been completely transformed. Harry remembered that Mr. Norton had originally made it quite interesting, and the statues had been made in the shape of chimeras—

But now the place is incredibly empty. The colorful banners that used to hang on the walls have been replaced by dark green, and where the fountain used to be, there stands a statue of Voldemort himself, as if Voldemort is showing off his achievements.

Voldemort himself paced in front of the statue, chatting idly with Sirius Black, who was tied to its leg. The Ministry of Magic officials and Death Eaters were seated on either side of the hall, like spectators at a performance.

Voldemort wanted them to witness—

He seized control of the Ministry of Magic, took over the wizarding world, and today, he's going to kill Harry Potter.

The only one who couldn't find a solution was Cohen Norton, who was still wandering abroad.

“Harry won’t come.” Sirius was tightly bound, but his mouth wasn’t gagged. Voldemort seemed to be enjoying communicating with his hostage.

“He will come,” Voldemort laughed cruelly. “He wants to save you, just as you want to protect him—emotion is a weakness you can never shake off…”

“Feelings are never a weakness,” Sirius scoffed. “You’ve never been loved, have you—”

"Can love make Dumbledore rise from his grave?" Voldemort scoffed. "Can love keep you from being killed by me next? Can love make that brat you're protecting defeat me? Defeat the great Lord Voldemort? No, it can do nothing. An ancient spell made me fail once, and it gave you unrealistic illusions about 'love.' In reality, I can fail many times. I am destined to be the victor—"

"you are wrong."

Harry removed his Invisibility Cloak, eliciting gasps from the surrounding crowd.

Voldemort looked at Harry, who had already appeared, with great interest, a hint of excitement flashing in his scarlet eyes.

“Ah, you’ve come…” Voldemort said. “Harry, a duel that should have ended two years ago.”

“It’s all over now.” Harry raised his wand. “Tom.”

“Then…” Voldemort said contemptuously, “your dear godfather has also fulfilled his mission—Avada Kedavra!”

Voldemort didn't use his first killing curse on Harry at all; instead, he threw it directly at Sirius Black on the statue.

"boom!"

Almost simultaneously, several spells suddenly appeared out of thin air and shot towards different locations.

A red beam struck Sirius from the side, sending him flying, while another blue beam hit the Voldemort statue, which came to life before being shattered by Voldemort's Death Curse.

"Ouch!" someone cried out in pain.

Harry recognized the voice—it was Cohen!

The next second, Cohen emerged from in front of the shattered statue, still rubbing his eyes as if he had been blinded by the blasted powder.

“Didn’t I say I’d block it? Who threw the Transformation Charm—” Cohen complained angrily.

"You!" Voldemort stared at Cohen.

"Surprised?" Cohen asked. "Wait, there's an even bigger surprise coming."

As he spoke, Cohen gave a wink to both sides.

Two figures appeared in the previously empty spaces on either side of the statue, making Voldemort's pupils dilate.

"Good afternoon, Tom," Dumbledore said casually.

“I won’t be polite with you,” Edward said, “because you tore down my favorite statue—”

Harry was momentarily speechless at the sight.

But the next second, he immediately realized—now was the best chance to defeat Voldemort.

Harry ripped open the camel skin pouch:
"Sofia, hurry!"

Meanwhile, Cohen on the other side also made a move.

This was the first time Cohen had attempted such a difficult and soul-stirring move.

A dark soul emerged from Cohen's body, splitting in two; one half lunged at Voldemort, the other at Harry—

"Suck it."

(End of this chapter)