Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After the Elder Wand touched Dumbledore's slender and powerful palm, the mutation occurred.

Dumbledore's arm instantly became charred black, and strange black smoke came out. The cuffs of the robe were burnt out in circles, and the black gas circled around the arm and spread to the heart.

Dumbledore frowned, had to let go of his hand because of the pain, and threw his wand high, then fell onto the yellowish, zoomed grass and rolled a few times.

The golden-red flame lion instantly melted into a wisp of fire, drifting away with the wind.

Grindelwald suddenly clutched his chest and fell to the ground. Dumbledore fell on the grass, coughed a few times, and tilted his head to one side.

The wand flew quickly to Voldemort's side, and seemed to start cheering.

Everyone felt that the wand was full. It was hard for them to imagine why a wand would have such a humanized emotion. Then they realized that the situation of the war had been reversed again, and Dumbledore was seriously injured. And Grindelwald seems to be implicated.

The situation is back to where it started.

Even slightly worse, because of morale.

Before, they faced this battle with the mentality of breaking the boat and fighting to the death, but the appearance of Dumbledore gave them hope again. Now, they are facing the status quo of dashed hope.

The ups and downs made their minds revive.

Look, what life-sharing magic did you use against me?

Dumbledore, who has always prided himself on being decent, would actually use this kind of sorcery? Voldemort stood up from the grass in a blink of an eye, shook his wrist, the caster collapsed, and the magic limit was difficult to maintain.

He showed a smug smile, Luck is still on my side.

Dumbledore, you can die. Voldemort said proudly.

His wand had been aimed at Mr. Headmaster, who was dying on the grass.

The power of life and death has changed.

While chanting the spell, a figure suddenly appeared in Voldemort's scarlet pupils, blocking the front of Dumbledore, who had been weakened to the extreme.

An uncontrollable sense of astonishment rose up.

If I'm not mistaken, this figure should have been hanged on that wooden cross not long ago. Could it be that he was rescued?

But for a while, he didn't have the intention to explore what had changed, but to kill her again.

The figure was Hermione who had arrived.

Hermione!

Hermione!

Are you alright?

Hermione naturally had no concept of her stand-in.

The Vanishing Cabinet was placed on the other extreme side of the Forbidden Forest.

She had to run over, and when she came over, she saw the current scene.

Dumbledore rose from the dead and then was knocked down by Voldemort?

The information contained in it is a bit huge, but without hesitation, he made a decision and blocked Dumbledore at once.

This stubborn little witch wants to protect her principal.

Even if she didn't know why the headmaster came back from the dead, or what happened before her arrival, the factions were well differentiated.

Voldemort cast a spell at will.

The witch stirred up his anger and made him feel like he was being mocked.

All kinds of curses came on her face, the girl slumped on the left and right, struggling to support, and soon a dazzling light hit her, but fortunately, it was not green.

But it is also one of the unforgivable curses.

Hermione bowed in pain and bent down.

Then he forced himself to stand up.

Game over. Voldemort showed his white teeth, and indifferently announced the order of death.

Avada Kedavra!

Harry and Ron wanted to fly over, but were pulled by the students present. They only saw the green light flying over in a strange arc.

Desperately watching his friend die.

What was the vision reflected in Hermione's eyes at the moment?

The extremely swift, terrifying spell wrapped in death flew straight towards her.

The green light lingered, and the green dot the size of a mosquito in the distance gradually became larger in Hermione's sight.

For a time, the passage of time seemed to be slowed down.

When people are about to die, they will think of many things.

Maybe my Defence Against the Dark Arts class isn't even good at all?

It's not right, I have persisted for so long.

She suddenly thought of her excellent Ols score. Indeed, facing this ray of light, Hermione had almost no way to deal with it.

She raised her head stubbornly, her amber eyes staring straight ahead.

It's your choice.

Suddenly she closed her eyes.

The surrounding cries seemed to be stagnant, and everything was silent.

Is this what death feels like? she asked herself.

However, time seemed to have passed for a long time, and she did not feel the slightest bit of being hit.

I'm not dead?

She opened her eyes slowly, and the light shot into her eyes.

First, a touch of light gold came into view, followed by a complete figure.

Hermione was stunned, her feet slipped slightly, and she took a step back in panic.

She thought she was hallucinating.

She was very familiar with this figure, and the short platinum blonde hair instantly made her stunned.

Why is he here?

Hermione's feet suddenly sank,

Dobby's hands and feet twitched, clutching her legs, his eyes white. What was in his mouth.

The owner of the back in front of him is naturally not someone else.

It's just that Hermione thought Malfoy should be comatose in that dark cellar by now.

Also, how did he get here?

She obviously destroyed the vanishing cabinet at Hogwarts, just to stop him from following.

This question after another was placed in front of her eyes.

But these are not the most important things.

Because an absurd reality is in front of her eyes, what is the situation now? Did Malfoy help himself block Avada's life?

Does this symbolize the curse of mortal death?

why.

The trembling feeling like an electric shock suddenly spread from head to toe to the whole body.

Instead, there was a turbulent wave in his mind, and the sleeping memory was instantly awakened.

This scene, at this moment, is so familiar.

Still on the line.

The door of the memory box was smashed by the raging flood.

In the dark, dark and airtight room, the thick and fast basilisk slid rapidly on the pitch-black floor and wandered over. A man with a grim expression gave orders to the basilisk in revenge.

Then the soul gradually dissipated.

A boy blocked the basilisk when it was about to bite her, and decisively used his wand to prop up the hideous fangs.

Everything is so familiar.

She remembered it all.

and also……

She woke up in a white sickbed.

Forget it! The boy's voice sounded, and even Dumbledore didn't stop the boy's amnesia spell.

In the following period of time, expectations and doubts, distress and numbness, were constantly arguing in her heart.

She wanted to convince herself, but in the end she shamefully chose to escape, pretending to be indifferent.

A terrified trembling and a deep sense of despair emerged from the bottom of my heart.

And that hazy suppressed emotion.

The resurgence of emotions that had been desperately suppressed because of the position was intertwined with the emotions that had become turbulent because of the restoration of memory, surging like a surging tide.

Oh? What did he mean when he said cooperation? Hermione suddenly thought about everything that happened not long ago, only to remember that the boy's eyes were helpless and ruthless.

Then the cruelty of reality quickly pulled Hermione out of her fantasy.

Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's worried cry.

The boy stood in front of him.

She subconsciously shouted: Draco! Don't!

Mournful voices spread throughout the Quidditch pitch.

The green light was blocked, but at the cost of someone's life.

At this moment, she hoped that it was a nightmare, and she also hoped that she would never remember the previously blocked memory, in that case, maybe, he would not have to...

don't want?

Don't what?

Malfoy waved his wand in his hand, moved his wrist, turned his head away, and smiled at Hermione.

By the way, remember to tap the Sleeping Charm next time, I'm still a little sleepy now.

If the vanishing cabinet is broken, it will cost you money.

Malfoy yawned in time, narrowed his eyes, and then fixed his gaze on the powerful enemy in front of him.

So I didn't have a choice, I want to be a good guy now. He raised his wand high and aimed it at Voldemort.

It doesn't seem right to use it here, but it's enough to express your feelings.

Malfoy now turned his back again, facing the most powerful dark wizard in the arena now, and stretched out his wand.

Hermione looked at the scene in front of her with some dementia.

Her brown eyes are now covered with a thin layer of water mist, and crystal tears are falling from her eyes.

But at the same time, there was a slight curvature at the corners of her mouth, and she smiled faintly, and then the curvature of the corners of her mouth gradually increased, and she covered her lips with her hands, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Malfoy couldn't see all this, and he was now staring intently at Voldemort.

At this time, the Dark Lord was still in extreme shock.

In that moment just now, what happened?

The invincible Avada's life was bounced off lightly?

Everyone present fell into extreme shock.

Even the most powerful wizards need extremely skilled skills to defuse this spell.

Then I don't know how long it took before Voldemort seemed to react.

In a very resentful and disbelieving tone, he asked in a low voice, You also betrayed me? Draco?

No. He flatly refused.

Everyone around took a breath.

Because I have never been loyal to you, how can I betray.

As soon as the voice fell, there was another fatal spell on the face.

Avada Suo! Voldemort waved his wand furiously, his pale and slender wrist was so powerful, and the wand in his hand erupted with majestic magic.

Malfoy didn't even chant, he turned slightly sideways, and blocked lightly with his wand, a white light flashed, collided with the strange green light, wiped out a strange arc, flew straight into the air, and then gradually faded and disappeared. invisible.

The air fell into a dead silence.

Only the whistling of the wind remained.

The first time, maybe it was the Dark Lord's mistake, maybe they heard it wrong - the Dark Lord wasn't using the Death Curse.

But the second time, it's no coincidence.

Flying wand! Voldemort's back began to shiver.

There must be something wrong with the Elder Wand, or maybe there are some problems in the transformation, so that his magic power cannot be fully exerted.

Only then can it be explained.

He was nothing but a despicable traitor, a ridiculous reptile.

How could it be so easy to block his near-kill spell?

Is there another problem with the Elder Wand? He couldn't help but wonder.

Yes, Potter is no longer his opponent, there is no restraint, and it is no problem to use his original yew wand.

The majestic magic vibrated around him, and there were ripples all around him. The yew wand appeared from the green mist-filled void. Voldemort stretched out his pale right hand and held his first wand.

Isn't it ridiculous that the dignified Dark Lord is completely obsessed with the power of foreign objects? The boy raised his eyelids, then narrowed his eyes again, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

It's you who has the problem. Malfoy pointed out Voldemort's flaws right now.

I, what can I have a problem with? The Dark Lord sneered and said disdainfully.

Because that Horcrux in your hand is actually fine. Malfoy pointed to the elder wand in Voldemort's left hand.

Horcrux? Voldemort's pupils contracted sharply in shock, staring at Malfoy.

What do you know.

When they heard this evil term, most of the students were in a state of daze.

Only Slughorn's face suddenly turned a little frightened and remorseful.

At this time, he was supported by the students. The air wave that erupted just now lifted him very high, and then fell heavily. Fortunately, he finally cast a floating spell on himself, so that it did not cause a more serious tragedy.

What could be wrong with me, I, the great, omnipotent, conquered the Dark Lord of Death, what could be wrong?

He seemed to be questioning Malfoy, and he seemed to be asking himself.

Look at your solid guardian with high hopes, the sane person who sang love, lying on the grass at this time, dying humbly.

When the evil dragon who lives by doing evil loses his evil thoughts, even for a moment, his power will collapse. Malfoy said calmly.

Voldemort did not understand Malfoy's words.

Avada Kedavra!

The hearts of the people around him instantly swayed again.

bounced off again.

If they didn't know that the person in front of them was the famous Lord Voldemort, they would even think that the green light was not the so-called Unforgivable Curse - Avada's Life, but just an ordinary, colored spell.

Why. Voldemort's expression fell into indescribable madness.

Of course it's because you gave up the last capital you can be proud of. Malfoy said calmly, as if stating a fact.

Malfoy then fell silent, not making any public appearances.

That capital is the ultimate evil.

That's a price, an expensive price.

Let me think about it. Malfoy tapped his forehead deliberately with his index finger, as if thinking.

Hufflepuff's Gold Cup. Malfoy held out a finger.

Slytherin's locket, he continued.

Another heirloom of the Gaunt family - Marvolo's ring. The two fingers stood up again.

The crown of Ravenclaw.

And the diary you gave my father was destroyed by me.

Every time a noun was uttered, Voldemort's expression darkened.

So, you killed Nagini too? Did you? Just now. Voldemort asked in a stern tone.

It was just a container of your Horcrux, not anymore. Malfoy said his inference.

The last piece of your soul should be in your hand, which is why Dumbledore was seriously injured.

Nagini, you killed it? You?

It's me. After the mental shock you left rushed into my mind, let me share a part of the memory with him, Malfoy nodded.

I saw... the most brutal Dark Lord in the world, actually doing such a thing. Malfoy said mockingly.

I want you to die in the most painful way possible, Voldemort growled, completely furious, with blue veins on his white face.

Just now, Snape's betrayal did not deal a heavy blow to his confidence.

Even Dumbledore's Rising from the Dead. The help of Gellert Grindelwald also failed to obliterate his turbulent fighting spirit.

The two old men were solved by him.

However, an inexplicable sense of panic is surging now.

Voldemort has escaped! suddenly a student shouted.

He didn't rush to Malfoy, not even using the extra spell.

He's going to make a comeback in the future.

Apparition still doesn't work.

But he can still fly.

The wide black robe was washed by the convective air, making a clattering sound, like a huge black bat, gliding with open wings.

The Dark Lord under the night sky was so swift.

Then Voldemort felt a throbbing nausea.

Negative emotions such as despair, greed, anger, jealousy, and fear are infinitely magnified in an instant.

He raised his stick and looked around.

He quickly stopped his body, roared, his wand slashed fiercely, and sharp wind blades slammed past.

Sparkling silver cloth scattered from the air, under the dim sky, like a broken galaxy.

That's the invisibility cloak we made. Fred and George desperately tried to straighten themselves from the stretcher to see clearly, and then said in unison.

The two of them had just been wounded by their own explosions, which, of course, took away more Death Eaters.

A frightening and shocking scene appeared.

beyond their comprehension.

There are at least a thousand dementors floating in the sky, and they are wearing cloaks and hoods under the invisibility cloak.

And the dementors have actually disappeared for more than a year, and no one has ever seen them before. Today, they suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

In particular, it seems to be on a united front with Hogwarts.

Subconsciously, they felt that this group of monsters and Voldemort would be more compatible.

Of course, that's what I thought.

In any case, more friends is better than more enemies.

No matter how good glue is, it can't resist Shenfeng Wuying. Malfoy shook his head. For a long time in the past, he had been putting on the Invisibility Cloak for Dementors, but now it seems that Voldemort's curse is still very strong. Powerful, and soon destroys everything.

And now Voldemort doesn't have time to think about why there are so many dementors here, he wants to get out of here quickly. But another situation lay before him.

He doesn't know the Patronus Charm.

Go away! The man in midair lingered, roaring frantically at this group of evil creatures.

But the Dementors were indifferent, because they didn't seem to be afraid, because the only thing they were afraid of was the Patronus Charm.

These dementors appear to be unconscious.

To be precise, they have almost no physical body, most of them are bodies, they are all illusions caused by wearing black cloaks.

In fact, the outside is strong and the middle is dry. Except for the withered palm, there is an entity, and the whole body is almost empty.

The shriveled palm stretched forward.

Avada Suffer! the man growled, waving his wand.

A series of green lights erupted uncontrollably.

It seemed to be hit and passed through the body, but the dementors floating in the sky still did not fall, the strange green light pierced through their bodies, flew to the sky, and finally dissipated, like a meteor burning out. his own strength.

These are not pure creatures, and Avada can't kill them.

And now the power of his spell has dropped significantly.

Voldemort came to this conclusion.

Then his mid-air body leaned slightly to the right, dodging the spell fired from the ground.

Beneath him, the flower cat with the frame-like lace around his eyes was still dragging his agile body in pursuit.

The old lady's Animagus burst out with unimaginable agility.

Flitwick and Slughorn also kept running on the grass, casting spells into the sky in an attempt to stop him.

Furong's treatment allowed them to restore their fighting power to a certain extent.

Voldemort was still flying in the sky, suddenly grabbed an empty spot and rushed over. The only empty spot in the entire Dementor encirclement was a gap in the neat row.

Felius! cried Professor McGonagall, stop him!

If Voldemort escaped today, I don't know when he will make a comeback.

This is a perfect opportunity, Voldemort doesn't have the ability to kill them anymore.

Flitwick kept shooting spells into the sky, and Voldemort waved his wings to dodge those dazzling spells.

This group of dementors has no desire to eat, perhaps because they perceive that he has no joy and emotions worth absorbing, and they do nothing.

thankless.

Malfoy just watched silently, watching from the sidelines, watching Voldemort flee, even closing his eyelids.

Hermione stood behind him, noticing a quiver in his wrists and calves.

She remembered at this time that he seemed to be seriously injured before.

Heart hangs up again.

Help me. Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

Hermione froze for a moment before realizing that Malfoy's body seemed to be weakened to the limit.

Is that okay? Hermione walked quickly behind Malfoy and gently supported the crumbling boy.

Okay. Malfoy smiled, then continued to stare at the dim sky.

Voldemort himself could feel that the power from Hogwarts to restrain Apparition was getting weaker and weaker.

He started to laugh smugly, and returned to his previous insolent appearance. His pale face was sharply twisted, and the two slit-like noses were rarely temporarily enlarged.

Unspeakably weird and cruel.

He's about to break through the siege, get out of the anti-Apparition zone, and leave Hogwarts.

Without the Horcrux, as long as he is still there, that is everything, and he still has endless opportunities. .

Horcruxes must not be the only way to achieve immortality.

He's the greatest wizard, and there's nothing hard about him.

In the end, he won this battle.

Maybe?

His laughter echoed wildly across the Quidditch pitch, making people shudder.

But the turn was so abrupt.

The hoarse, complacent laughter stopped abruptly, and the echo gradually disappeared by their ears, drifting away, and returning to silence.

Then everyone standing on the ground saw a terrifying scene: Voldemort's figure flying at high speed in mid-air suddenly stopped and disappeared halfway.

It just disappeared out of thin air, like being swallowed up by something.

He seized the space and left.

Apparation! The students breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed again. In any case, the enemy left, although it might reappear at some point. However, they are still alive today.

Hogwarts can't Apparate! That place is still within the confines of the school! Professor McGonagall continued to wave her wand. She alternated back and forth between Animagus and human forms just now, just to be on the ground. To catch up with Voldemort's speed, because the cat is much more sensitive. At this time, it has reached the highest point of the stands of the Quidditch pitch.

A group of students on the ground pointed to Voldemort who was stagnant in mid-air.

Voldemort's entire body froze, as if it had actually hit something.

It was like being cut off by a sharp blade, and the other half was caught in a different dimension.

Many people quickly realized that it was not Apparition. The disappearance of Apparition was gradual, but the entire body of the caster gradually became transparent, as clear as pure ice, and then disappeared.

Then, a shiny silver fabric slowly fell from the sky, and the silver brilliance disappeared and appeared in the dim sky.

Obviously different from those mass-produced clothes just now, the silver light of this clothes is more dazzling.

Harry stared stupidly at the scene in front of him.

He was all too familiar with it, it was his invisibility cloak.

The most powerful, the most practical of the Deathly Hallows.

The half of Voldemort's body that had just disappeared in an instant appeared again.

In addition, in mid-air, they saw a Dementor, which was different from the rest.

He took off his hood, revealing his ugly mouth, which was not too appropriate. is an ugly sucker.

The Supreme Invisibility Cloak eluded Voldemort's prying eyes.

In mid-air, Voldemort's upper body slammed into the Dementor's mouth, and the Dementor's shriveled, acne-ridden, decaying arm held it tightly.

Voldemort didn't even have a chance to struggle, he seemed to be dead.

Absorbing the soul, for the Dementor, is only a momentary thing.

Then it spread its hands and released Voldemort's body.

Quite humanely shook his head.

It seemed to devour his soul completely, and it wasn't very tasty, no fun at all.

The mighty Voldemort, defeated Dumbledore, defeated Grindelwald, escaped his own death curse, and rose again in the dark, but in the end, he died on an inferior evil creature.

Died of his own paralysis and carelessness, and of someone's elaborate scheming.

It has to be said to be an irony.

Countless dementors wearing inferior invisibility cloaks just to create a most effective trap

The Dark Lord's body fell from the sky, the impact was not strong, and the soft lawn absorbed a lot of strength, which did not let him fall to pieces.

The crowd at Hogwarts began to cheer.

Also guessed a few points. Of course, most of the truth is still unknown.

Malfoy smiled, and although it was a little off plan, it was successful.

Remember to be gentle the next time you use Stunning Charm on me. He turned his head again and said with the last of his strength to the girl.

Then, under Hermione's terrified and worried gaze, she wobbled her body a few times before falling onto the soft grass.

Draco!

His last consciousness was Hermione screaming his name in panic.

Okay. After finishing the battlefield, Dumbledore, who was lying on the grass, suddenly stood up and raised his hand.

There was a dry but sincere smile on the tired face.