Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 319 The Silent Curtain Falls

Voldemort is dead.

There were no roars, no wails, not even a sound.

Everything ended before the body could even react.

In a fraction of a second, the eerie green mist was pierced by the blue light, and without any reaction, it silently dissipated and merged into the rain. Only the gradually charred ash on the ground proved that someone had once been here.

The soft, pattering sound of raindrops hitting the mud became clear again.

The damp, cold wind swirled the air, sweeping away the gloom of the past—the giant snake Nagini, the Death Eaters, and the possessed Voldemort all vanished like dust in the blink of an eye.

The house-elves, who had been deliberately spared, were now kneeling in the mud, utterly exhausted. Their thin clothes, soaked through by the rain, clung tightly to their hunched bodies, and tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.

Is it because you are heartbroken over the departure of your master?

Or perhaps the brain has lost all its capabilities, with only the biological instincts remaining, reacting belatedly and subconsciously.

They don't even know why they are crying, yet tears flow uncontrollably.

Snape stood frozen in place, like a wax figure petrified, his eyes wide open and motionless, even his breath seemed to stop for a moment.
What exactly happened just now?
The Dark Lord, who once unleashed a reign of terror upon the entire magical world and struck fear into the hearts of countless wizards.

The Dark Lord who brought him both glory and shadow for half his life.

The Dark Lord, who forced him to endure humiliation and carefully maneuver for over a decade.
The final curtain fell so quietly, without even a ripple?
Snape, controlling his neck which was as stiff as a stone statue, slowly and laboriously raised his head.
What kind of magic was that Qilin figure just now?
Ignoring the fierce flames, it easily pierces through flesh and soul, carrying a majestic divine might that even forbids wizards from resisting.
Who posted this?

Dumbledore couldn't do that. Snape thought he knew him well.

"Boom!"

As a thunderclap boomed, a familiar name exploded in Snape's mind—Levi!
Snape's heart sank, and his entire face convulsed uncontrollably—had he been dealing with such a ruthless character all along?
However, no matter how I act, it can't be considered polite.

Snape subtly moved his eyes around, trying to find Levi's figure. He suddenly felt that the other's position was so high that it was almost unreal, and he had to anchor himself to it with his own eyes again.

Everything fits together.
Why was Dumbledore's attitude towards Levi so unusually good, even seemingly accepting his ideas unconditionally?

Snape thought Dumbledore was getting senile and was influenced by Livy's achievements—but in fact, Livy's contributions were less than a third of the equation.
Why can't we find Li Wei? Why hasn't he come out yet?
Snape clenched his right hand tightly around his left, his trembling fingertips straining as he tried to calm himself down.

The rain fell on his face, icy cold, yet it did nothing to awaken his muddled thoughts.

Dumbledore stood there, his expression also showing regret, but he did not relax.
With only one Horcrux remaining, Tom won't die completely—what will happen next?

As if in accordance with his thoughts, an invisible, eerie wind rose again.

This time, however, it became incredibly weak.
Even Dumbledore had to devote all his attention to this—to capture that faint trace of a soul.

His expression relaxed, and the furrowed brows that had been constantly furrowed relaxed also relaxed with a smile.

Li Wei's guess was correct.

How could Tom's method be completely without any hidden dangers?

His soul is now so fragile that it's less than that of an animal.

Dumbledore couldn't help but think—Tom must be having trouble even controlling a squirrel now, let alone a sane wizard with Occlumency.

Moreover, Levi directly killed another group of Death Eaters. Apart from the last few who were still observing and the loyal followers in Azkaban, Tom shouldn't be able to cause any trouble. In fact, with him and Levi working together, even Tom at his peak couldn't do much—after this battle, Dumbledore was strongly convinced of this.

Things suddenly became much easier and simpler—just as Li Wei had said.

Given Tom's current condition, it would probably take at least several decades or even centuries to recover—unless a devout and powerful Death Eater appears, willing to sacrifice his life for him.
There was such a brief moment.

Dumbledore also conceived the idea of ​​killing all the prisoners of Azkaban, or at least disrupting their minds and rendering them incapable of concrete thought.
But the next second, he regretfully gave up on the plan.

Because he didn't want to become the silent, howling wind before him.

"Dumbledore! You cannot destroy me!"

The great Dark Lord is immortal!

When I return, you and your accomplice in the shadows will pay a terrible price!

Faced with his declaration, Dumbledore's expression remained calm and composed; he simply said:
"Tom, you've gotten weaker."

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The already extremely weak soul trembled violently in the wind and vanished into wisps of smoke.

Presumably, he went to the location of his last Horcrux, Harry.
"Severus, it's all over. Let's go back."

Dumbledore turned to look at Snape, who was still frozen in place.

Snape was jolted, as if he had been abruptly pulled back to reality.

He stiffly turned his head to look at Dumbledore, his lips moved, but his brain, incapacitated, could only manage a labored "Hmm" through his throat.

Thinking about what might happen to Harry later, Dumbledore's expression became somewhat worried again—he was very satisfied with Snape's cooperation.

He took Snape with him, and the two of them used Apparition to leave the spot, leaving behind a mess.

After they left, two house-elves suddenly emerged from the void, both wearing suits that house-elves consider a disgrace.

One is Dobby, and the other is Barton.

They grabbed their companions who were kneeling on the ground, silently weeping, and disappeared again.

As for how to persuade them to accept the idea that a servant has lost his master and is starting a new life.
Time always heals all wounds.

Whether you're a house-elf or a wizard, you're all the same.

After a period of chaos, you have to pick yourself up and start afresh.

"call--"

A gust of wind blew by, and the ground, like it had been plowed back and forth dozens of times, gradually returned to its flat state.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Voldemort never saw the figure of the person who killed him.

(End of this chapter)