I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The two of them almost lost their balance, and Bellatrix on the opposite side suddenly had a look of surprise on her face.

An ominous premonition welled up in the hearts of the two.

Voldemort.

...

Voldemort took action.

He waited for a while to confirm whether Dumbledore had been poisoned by him.

Seeing that Hogwarts was in danger under the offensive and Dumbledore never showed up, Voldemort knew he had succeeded.

Without John and Dumbledore, Hogwarts could no longer pose any threat to him.

Voldemort is dead. With the help of the magic-powered Star Wand, his magic is like that of a god walking on earth, with terrifying power.

Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.

The three of them worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they continued to retreat under Voldemort's attack.

One person is beating three people.

And they are three powerful wizards.

With level six magic power, he was suppressed by one person and had no power to fight back.

Although Slughorn is old and not a combat wizard, he is still amazing enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and uttered his signature spell.

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light flew towards the three people, and Slughorn dragged his heavy body and tripped over a stone to avoid it.

The green light hit the castle, and the magic on it was broken in an instant.

Voldemort showed no mercy to his former teacher.

Instead, he looked at Slughorn with an extremely cold gaze and said hypocritically: "I thought you wouldn't be so confused, Horace?"

"Such resistance and being my enemy."

With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked down at Slughorn.

"You ignored my invitation and came to this already decayed school."

"I once admired you and built my own network by imitating you, but you have let me down, Horace."

Professor McGonagall helped Slughorn up. Facing his former favorite student, Slughorn said angrily, "I shouldn't have believed you, Riddle!"

"Don't say that name!"

When Voldemort heard the last name that he hated, he became extremely angry.

He raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark into the sky.

Announce to everyone the fall of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale and she said angrily: "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."

"Really? He must be dying soon." Voldemort sneered, "He hides away and doesn't show up. Do you think he can really save you?"

Convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, Voldemort looked at the devastating situation at Hogwarts.

This place was once like home to him.

After he graduated, he also applied to become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, hoping to stay.

However, the principal at that time refused his employment on the grounds that he was too young.

After a few years, Voldemort thought he had calmed down and mastered many kinds of magic.

The headmaster at that time was replaced by Dumbledore, but he was still rejected.

Twice rejected by what he considered 'home', Voldemort's strong feelings for this place became a curse for everyone who stole his place.

Now, the home is destroyed.

It doesn’t matter. After Voldemort becomes immortal, he will rebuild a new school in this place that belongs to him alone.

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Chapter 499 The Fall of Hogwarts

Who can defeat Voldemort?

Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore.

Only him.

Only the greatest wizard in the world can fight against the most evil Dark Lord.

Just as Professor McGonagall and the others have always believed, as long as Dumbledore is still there, Hogwarts will be fine.

This is also what the students believe, their Dumbledore exists.

Hogwarts was divided into two sides.

On one side are the attackers led by Voldemort, and on the other side are the defenders composed of students.

The giants stopped moving, and the dark creatures lay dormant in the darkness, waiting for their chance to strike.

Hogwarts is under siege from all sides and they have only one hope.

"I give you a choice so that you can continue to live in this world."

The high, shrill voice echoed throughout Hogwarts, and Voldemort was certain of victory.

"Let me see your sincerity. Start with the savior and hand him over."

Voldemort remembered his prophecy, although that prophecy pales into insignificance compared to eternal life.

"We have won. More than half of your resistance has been lost. My men outnumber you several times. There is no need to continue to resist. All resistance will be killed, regardless of whether they are men, women or children."

He wanted to completely shatter Hogwarts' unrealistic hopes, whether it was the savior or Dumbledore.

"Let your savior come out, I will crush your last hope."

"It's like a duel. This is your only option."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall and the other two were injured, and Professor Sprout covered his mouth.

Hogwarts was quiet, and Hagrid was captured.

He was forced to kneel there, and a dozen giants made it impossible for him to break out.

Students slowly walked out from behind the blown-out oak door.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and said in an almost pleading tone, "Please, Harry, don't."

Ron also stopped Harry.

Not only the two of them, all the Gryffindor students asked Harry not to go over.

Harry clenched his wand and said in a resolute tone: "This is my destiny."

He shook off Hermione's hand and walked past Ron, ignoring Seamus and Dean's attempts to dissuade him.

Only he knows the current situation.

Dumbledore was poisoned, and Voldemort had an absolute advantage, so only he could stand out.

Anyone who can fight to protect is the savior!

A path parted through the crowd and Harry walked out.

Professor McGonagall said in horror: "Don't go over there, Harry."

"I have to go," Harry said firmly to Professor McGonagall.

He walked out into the hallway.

Although sometimes he behaves a little sensible, making people feel that he is too impulsive and too emotional.

But he is only sixteen years old.

At this age, he was determined to die.

"Why is this happening?" the sentimental person cried.

Voldemort was very happy to see Harry come out.

"Come here, yes," Voldemort's narrow eyes swept over Harry and said sinisterly, "Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord?"

"Lies!" Voldemort roared.

"This is a lie that has deceived you for fifteen years."

"Do you think you can be my enemy?" Voldemort laughed with full mockery. "You should still remember how to duel, right, Harry Potter?"

Just as they had been in the graveyard, Voldemort and Harry stood face to face.

His heart was pounding, and Harry gripped his wand tightly, but didn't dare hold it too firmly.

The muscles in his arms were so tense that it was difficult for him to raise his hands.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus"

The two attacked at the same time, and the green and red lightning touched each other.

A bright light appeared, but it was a one-sided situation.

Without the help of the Brothers' wand core, Harry would have no way of fighting against a master who had been using dark magic for decades.

But even so, he has lost all the halo of being a savior.

Harry Potter is still a brave Gryffindor!

The green light approached Harry quickly and reached the tip of the wand in just a breath.

Harry's face looked miserable under the green light.

He was so overwhelmed by the powerful magic that he had to hold the wand tightly with both hands, and was forced to half kneel down little by little.

"Get down on your knees, Harry!"

Voldemort's laughter, filled with pleasure and cruelty, rang in his ears.

Just as the green light was about to engulf Harry, beautiful singing rang out, inspiring everyone.

Harry's persistence could not overcome the huge gap in strength, and the green light was about to swallow him up in an instant.

The phoenix descended from the sky and swallowed the deadly green light with its flaming body.

Flames ignited in front of Harry, his wand charred, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the falling chick.

Voldemort was not surprised but delighted, and laughed, "Dumbledore, you finally came out."

Dumbledore walked out of Hogwarts amid everyone's expectant gazes.

The first thing Voldemort looked at was Dumbledore's hand. Before one night had passed, three fingers of that hand had turned black.

It exudes a curse of decay, death, and malice.

Snape stood in the crowd, his eyes fixed on the fallen Harry.

Dumbledore said solemnly: "Let us face each other again, Tom."

"Dumbledore," Voldemort said sinisterly, "You are only one step away from death. You should regret it all the time."

I don't know if Voldemort was talking about the time he planned to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or if he was talking about something else.

"I've always regretted it, but it's not because of you."

Dumbledore raised his wand calmly.

The two most powerful wizards in the world are fighting for the third time.

Unlike in the Ministry of Magic, now Voldemort was the one with the upper hand.