Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

In the auditorium, Madam Pomfrey was walking back and forth with a group of young wizards, frowning, busy distributing the medicine that had just been prepared.

The wizards stationed at other entrances have arrived at the auditorium. They are sitting next to their injured companions in twos and threes, or sitting next to the wizards whose faces are covered with a layer of white cloth. They look sad and cry bitterly.

Or maybe he was sitting alone on the ground, looking up at the dark clouds pressing down on the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

The auditorium was solemn and solemn.

Fighting is not a child's play. Even if Voldemort's true core power has not yet been deployed, many people still lost their lives. The killing curse flying in the sky and the dark magic modified by Voldemort are not easy to deal with. magic.

Yes, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Voldemort did not use all his strength at all. Even he himself only took one shot to break the protective spell that enveloped the entire castle.

As he said in the early morning, this is just a psychological operation to show his strength.

"There is only one entrance left in the entire castle." Professor McGonagall greeted Soul and Flitwick as they entered the auditorium, with a heavy look of sadness on her face.

"Mr. Diggory said that the Ministry of Magic is back under our control. Do you know the details? Soul."

"It's Professor Dumbledore's back-up plan." Soul nodded slightly, but in his mind he was wondering where Dumbledore was just now, whether he saw people's sacrifices, and how he should struggle in his heart.

"That's good." Professor McGonagall breathed out, "I'm afraid Voldemort won't leave us too much time. I hope people from the Ministry of Magic can arrive as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cold voice sounded again, the same voice that made people feel chilled from the heart out.

"I am very sad."

The whole auditorium suddenly became quiet.

"I also see your courage." Voldemort said slowly and carefully, "But I have to remind you that such efforts are in vain. You are not my opponent. I don't want to kill you. For Hogwart I respect the teachers at Hogwarts, and I am kind to the students at Hogwarts."

"I don't want to see you all wailing and dying in front of me."

"This reminder is the last. There is only half an hour left before the time I gave you. After occupying every corner outside the castle, I asked all my teams to withdraw to the Forbidden Forest."

"This is my last mercy, and your last chance, thirty minutes, to honorably place the dead and treat the wounded."

"Hand over Harry Potter. I swear on my name that no more of you will be injured, bleed, or die."

Voldemort paused and said again.

"Harry Potter, I know you are in the castle, and now, I am speaking to you directly."

"Face me with your courage, just like your ridiculous father faced me, and I'll give you a chance to face me with a wand."

"You can choose not to face me, then I will personally take action to find you, and then use the most cruel means to punish everyone who tries to protect you. No one will be spared. I am not kidding, haha-- -"

"Remember, this is your last chance."

"I'll wait for you in the Forbidden Forest."

Voldemort's voice slowly dissipated, and the auditorium remained silent without causing any waves. Everyone spoke as if they had not heard Voldemort's threat, and silently applied medicine to each other.

In fact, everyone here is determined to resist to the end. Even if they face death in the end, they will still be afraid, but there are some things whose sublimity is higher than life.

What about Harry?

Soul scanned the faces and finally found Harry by the wall.

He was leaning against the wall, his expression dull and his face extremely pale. Ginny was saying something anxiously next to him, but Harry didn't seem to respond.

Looking again, Ron was lying quietly on the bed not far away, his face covered in blood.

The good news is, there's no white cloth covering his face.

Professor McGonagall noticed Soul's gaze, sighed softly, and explained to Soul why Ron was lying there.

"Mr. Weasley is kind, he saved Harry's life."

Suer nodded silently.

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the door of the auditorium. Mr. Filch pushed open the door of the auditorium with force and shouted,

"Good news, look, people from the Ministry of Magic are here!"

Everyone looked around, and a group of people walked in from the door led by a tall witch.

Amelia Bones.

"You are finally here." Professor McGonagall put a smile on her lips and stepped forward, "Finally we have received support."

"I hope we are not late." Amelia glanced at everyone in the auditorium, paused at Suer, and nodded softly to him.

"The Ministry of Magic has been recaptured by us. We issued an emergency announcement and more people will come later."

"What's the situation at Hogwarts now?"

"It's not optimistic." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "I don't know if you heard it. Voldemort just issued the final ultimatum. Without Dumbledore, I'm afraid we don't have anyone——"

Alastor Moody jumped closer. His prosthetic leg would mysteriously disappear every time he fought. I am afraid he lost it this time in order to go to other entrances to support.

"Even so, it is impossible for us to surrender." He said firmly.

"There is no surrender in our dictionary, Alastor." Amelia shook her head slightly, "We brought some useful things from the Department of Mysteries, which may be able to cause harm to Voldemort."

The three people, including the Aurors brought behind Amelia, formed a circle and began to discuss how to deal with it next.

At this time, no one except Soul noticed that Harry was quietly walking out of the auditorium.

All these arrangements and sacrifices are all for Harry's last trembling.

The threats Voldemort said just now failed to shake the hearts of anyone in the auditorium, but Harry must have been touched.

At this time he must be preparing to leave the castle and face Voldemort alone.

Soul knew what was in the box he gave Harry. He was afraid that Harry would be stupid and rush into the Forbidden Forest without knowing anything, so he quickly chased after him.

"Wait, Harry."

Harry remained silent and continued to walk forward.

"I have something to tell you, Harry. I know what you're going to do, but don't worry, I'm not here to stop you."

Harry paused and turned his head.

Sur breathed a sigh of relief and quickly approached.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to what you have to say, Soul. Voldemort only gave me half an hour, and half of it has passed now." Harry said softly.

"It won't take long, Harry." Soul shook his head slightly, "I just want to tell you that we still have a chance."

"A chance?" Harry was stunned, then shook his head, "Dumbledore is already dead, who else can beat that man? What chance do we have?"

"not have!"

In Harry's blank eyes, Soul said softly,

"Remember that box I gave you this morning? I think it's time to open it now."

"Box?" Harry muttered to himself in confusion, then reached into his pocket and took out an ordinary wooden box.

"Open it and you'll understand."

In the box, there is a prismatic stone and a small name filled with transparent liquid.

"This is?"

"Memory and the Resurrection Stone." Sur answered softly, "I think you must be curious about why you have that special connection with Voldemort. Go ahead and use the pensieve to look at the memory in the bottle, and you will understand everything. , you should know where the pensieve is, and by the way, the password is Dumbledore."

"As for the Resurrection Stone... it is one of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, but it cannot truly resurrect anyone, but that is not important. You will need it on the way to face Voldemort."

"Put it in your hand and turn it three times, that's how it's used."