The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

"Got you."

He grinned maliciously, looking in that direction at Scott.

But then, golden light from several other directions pierced through the shield.

"How could this be..."

Voldemort looked bewildered.

However, just as he was stunned, the graceful arc of the "meteor shower" disappeared.

In an instant, the golden light transformed into a torrential downpour.

Voldemort's entire "turtle shell" shattered inch by inch in the "heavy rain".

Without a "protective umbrella," the "heavy rain" will naturally fall on people.

Voldemort transformed into black mist, seeking an opportunity.

But the golden "rain" was like a poison that gnawed at the bones, impossible to get rid of.

Soon, countless golden rays converged within the black mist.

Voldemort reappeared.

Countless golden spears pierced his body from every angle.

It makes him look like a hedgehog with golden quills.

"phantom……"

Voldemort stared intently at Scott.

Scott, who had tricked the Dark Lord, looked down at him.

At that moment, all the Scotts laughed and said at the same time, "Ah, how could you forget? This is not the real world. We are all consciousnesses. This is a contest of wills."

Chapter 535 "The Greatest Victory"

The golden light dissipated.

Voldemort's battered body fell into the rampaging flames.

Dozens of Scott's phantoms vanished simultaneously.

At this moment, the real Scott had already disappeared into the alternate dimension once again.

"really……"

He looked at the raging flames outside and muttered to himself.

Did you think I wouldn't be prepared for a last-ditch counterattack?

This kind of tactic is just too cliché.

Endless flames shot into the sky, transforming into a fire giant resembling Voldemort.

He roared, completely melting the ice giant Scott had left behind, and then began to frantically destroy everything in his path.

Harry watched this scene in astonishment.

"He hasn't disappeared yet?"

“It will be soon,” Scott said with a smile.

Sure enough, after a while, the towering fire giant's enormous body began to slowly shrink.

Scott added, "It's an honor that the two of us witnessed the true end of a dark lord."

Harry didn't say anything, he just stared blankly.

Scott glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

Finally, the fire giant disappeared into the endless flames.

"Oh……"

Harry was a little confused.

"I feel like I'm a little different."

"Congratulations, Harry."

Scott stretched.

"Tomorrow, you can go to Mrs. Pomfrey and ask her to heal the scar on your forehead."

Harry raised his hand to touch the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, his expression complicated.

Scott laughed, "Of course, you can keep it. It's proof that you survived."

"I truly understood the meaning of this scar when I entered Hogwarts at the age of 11."

Harry said softly.

"At first, I was quite happy."

“The scars prove my identity and let me know they haven’t made a mistake.”

"And there's no need to worry about being kicked out or leaving the magical world."

Scott didn't make a sound to disturb him, nor did he stare at him; he simply listened quietly.

Harry was lost in some kind of emotion, almost talking to himself.

"Later, I started to hate it."

"It wasn't just because people were curious and watching, but also because it recorded my initial misfortune."

"Later, after I learned more, I no longer knew whether to like or hate it."

"If my mother hadn't sacrificed herself to save me, this scar wouldn't have appeared."

"Whether or not to keep it, I probably need to think about it carefully..."

Harry looked up.

He seemed surprised that he would suddenly say so much, and was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying..."

"Huh?" Scott turned to look at him. "Did you just say something?"

Harry laughed. "Thank you, Scott."

"You're welcome."

Scott looked again at the Fiendfire that continued to burn outside the alternate dimension.

"This time I acted on my own initiative and almost messed it up."

Fortunately, this is the dream world created by Merlin.

If it were a real-world battle against Voldemort himself, it certainly wouldn't be so easy.

He had just thought of Merlin when Merlin appeared.

As a flurry of colorful petals drifted past Scott's eyes, he found himself back in the world filled with flowers.

He turned his head, but didn't see Harry.

“The child has already gone back,” Merlin said, floating in the air.

"Thank you for your help, Archmage Merlin."

Scott respectfully bowed.

"You're welcome, your performance was quite good."

Merlin waved with a grin.

"Well then, goodbye."

Scott's vision went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a blue flannel bed curtain.

A new day has begun.

In the Great Hall at breakfast time, Scott had just sat down at the table when Harry ran over.

"Do you remember?" he asked softly.

“Of course,” Scott smiled. “I haven’t lost my memory.”

Harry asked excitedly, "So...it's all true?"

Scott nodded. "It's true."

He looked up and observed Harry.

"Do you feel any difference?"

"I have no idea……"

Harry hesitated for a moment before touching the scar on his forehead.

"I just feel great and my thinking is clearer."

Scott understood. "Congratulations."

“Thank you,” Harry said gratefully.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

Eddie, who was listening to their conversation, couldn't help but ask.

“It’s nothing…” Harry seemed unwilling to say more.

Just then, an owl flew into the auditorium and dropped a letter on the long table.

"Oh! Look!"

Eddie quickly unfolded today's Daily Prophet and shouted.

His voice echoed throughout the auditorium, and everyone looked at the newspaper.