The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As soon as Voldemort woke up, people surrounded him. He instinctively raised his hand, but no one came forward to help him.

Ah, it turned out to be Dumbledore, Cyrus, Hermione, Snape, McGonagall, and a group of people. No wonder no one helped it. I'm afraid it would be understandable if it was killed when it passed out...

"Tom Riddle, I'm sorry to tell you...everything you've tried has failed"

Voldemort saw Snape beside him, and wanted to attack angrily, but found that the wand in his hand had already been broken into two pieces by Hermione.

"Coward..." It stared at the opponent with scarlet eyes, wishing to kill it immediately.

"It's better not to talk too much nonsense, let's end this kind of thing quickly." The contempt and anger in Severus' eyes were revealed without hiding, but Dumbledore was not in a hurry to act.

"Coward? Riddle...he just happens to be the bravest of us, and you don't even know his Patronus is a doe"....

Voldemort looked at them like a scrawny hungry wolf.

Its fingers pointed to the sky with the green Dark Lord's Mark, but Dumbledore and Cyrus were not surprised at all. Even Voldemort, his patience was fading with the passing of every minute.

What about the Death Eaters?None came....

"Tell me, tell me about our record!" Hermione shouted loudly.

Lisa and Mandy supported each other, gathered their courage, and walked over broken houses and gray heads, fallen corpses and black grass, and friends' medals to a great cause.

The Dark Lord, who cannot be called by his name, is now surrounded by the most powerful people in Hogwarts.

"Bellatrix...dead! Fenrir...dead! Most of the Crabbe and Goyle families are dead, and the rest are missing!" They stood up straight and shouted.

"Heh~~" Voldemort's face showed a dazed astonishment, and at this time he saw a healthy Dumbledore. .

"Actually, I've been thinking about one thing, if I had trusted Cyrus a little more and taken care of Harry, wouldn't you have found solace in pure blood..." Dumbledore said .

He nodded slightly, his blue eyes looking straight over his semicircular spectacles.

"You see, the Death Eaters ran away as soon as they heard the news of your failure, Riddle, you have never reflected on yourself, you can't understand the power beyond magic"

"Love...love?!" Voldemort roared. "Your game again, Dumbledore! I still have werewolves... and dementors, vampires! Even if I die..."

"Do you think they'll be able to keep Muggles at bay?"

The tank carrying the Iron Armor Curse slowly drove on the lawn, rolling over the trembling dark creatures holding their broken limbs, and the gunshots and screams one after another pierced everyone present.

Voldemort doesn't admit it...he obviously can't lose...

It was Snape, obviously as long as Snape captured Harry Potter to Azkaban, then it would win.

"You let Muggles intervene!" Voldemort stared at those eyes that couldn't see the white, his chest was heaving violently, "You all betrayed the wizard...I didn't lose, I just lost to Snape Such a traitor!"

"And Malfoy's duplicitous stuff..."

But when it looked at dozens of pairs of angry eyes, eager to peel it, it seemed that its final fate was confirmed.

"Ah... I should have known..." Voldemort sneered, "That double-faced guy should have been executed long ago, what a pity that good mouth is suitable for flattery, I can understand Lucius' departure up"

But its eyes still did not retain greed, and it stared intently at Dumbledore's Elder Wand.

"Fate...what a wonderful thing...if it weren't for him, perhaps I would have succeeded," Voldemort thought.

"Where is he?" Dumbledore asked it softly.

"I don't know...who knows? Lucius must have been prepared." Voldemort looked down at his hands, feeling empty in his heart, "Muggles...you will regret it eventually... .”

Dumbledore shook his head and turned away from the thing.

Lost the Horcruxes, lost the invulnerability to kill, lost the support of the Death Eaters.

A dog... and a dog drenched in rain, the darkness of the sky finally began to recede, revealing a little red sun, and Voldemort's face was ablaze.

"Kill me! Isn't this what you want most?!" Voldemort's high-pitched voice screamed.

"This is my exclusive business." Snape and Cyrus stood up at the same time, they both wanted to seize this opportunity to execute Voldemort.

Cyrus held an alder wand in his hand, which Voldemort was too familiar with, but how funny and ironic it would be to die under the wand of someone who had been killed by him.

But Voldemort thought about his own life.

"You don't think... if I die, the war will end?" it said suddenly.

"It doesn't matter, I've been waiting for this moment for decades!" Snape trembled, bursting out with unprecedented killing intent, "I told you before, I told you to spare her life... just don't Just kill her!"

I don't know if Snape will regret his arrogant choice.

It could have spared Lily, but it didn't...and that made Snape's choice.

"Yes, but you can't be cleared of your Muggle collusion." Voldemort laughed. "I've... put you in the Ministry of Magic's stigma, Mudblood! You! Severus !sad!!"

"It's okay, it's about the Ministry of Magic, we'll go there to settle the accounts ourselves..." Cyrus said flatly.

"Don't forget me, Voldemort, this is for my mother"

Harry stood up from the ground in pain, the place hit by the Killing Curse was like being punched by Neville, he drew out his wand and poked Voldemort in the heart.

"Awada..."

For Lily Potter.

For all those who have passed away.

For the destruction of the old world.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Fractured!"

"Burning fire!"

Tom Riddle was knocked into the air with a bang, and died in the most humiliating way, with his arms outstretched like an ordinary person, a hole was cut in his chest, his bones were cracked, and then he burned with raging fire.

The corpse, which was limp due to the smashed bones, began to become scorched under the burning of the Gublai fairy fire, and the hand that kept the spell-casting gesture was pointing stiffly at the sky.

For a moment, the people around kept a shuddering silence, and then burst into cheers...

First one person, two people... finally three, and then a group of people. The newborn sun shrouded everyone, but the ruins of Hogsmew didn't look very comfortable.

"Go...go tell them!" Cyrus said lifelessly as he sat there weakly.

"Okay~"

Wayne, who was on the side, took off his robe thoughtfully and covered him, then gave a strange smile, and ran to the school.

"The war is over... what if the Ministry of Magic is really obsessed with Muggles like Voldemort said?" Harry sat beside him.

"Harry, do you think it's up to them?" Cyrus looked at Harry, his eyes flicking to Hermione from time to time, "It's not just Voldemort who needs to be wiped out...we also need to prevent the second Voldemort Appear"

Ginny who heard the news ran over from a distance.

Only then did Harry lie on the ground in peace of mind, looked at Cyrus and Hermione who were embracing beside him, and smiled.

Seriously, he doesn't envy Cyrus now~