Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

The lights created by the magic of miracles illuminated the entire Hogwarts Castle, and under their light, the decorations and portraits that had passed through many years seemed to be radiant again.They almost gave Harry the illusion that what was waiting for them was not a war, but a grand ball.But the sudden wind made him tremble, and goosebumps popped out all over his body. He clenched his wand tightly and looked at the professors around him.

"Take it easy, Harry." Voldemort's invasion of Hogwarts made Dumbledore's blue eyes roil with fury, but he still smiled at the boy. "We're going to win."

"Of course we do." Grindelwald took a step forward, and at the same time drew out the elderberry wand to cast the Iron Armor Curse on the people around him. Dumbledore used his original one, and did not fully understand the impact of Peverell's blood on the death sanctuary. This is a relatively safe move before the influence of the device.Then he pulled Harry closer. "Follow me."

Harry nodded, took a deep breath and stared closely at the approaching shadows.He had a hunch that this was the last battle, and Professor Trelawney's prophecy suddenly flashed in his mind-one must die at the other's hands, because both cannot live, only one survives...

One after another spells exploded in the air, causing the approaching shadows to pause for a while, but soon, they rushed over again.

"Merlin's underwear, what's going on!" An Auror who had never seen an undead screamed, and looked at the "thing" in front of him in panic—they were expressionless and stared forward with empty eyes; but The faintly visible burn marks on the robes, the blood still left on their faces, and their powerful fighting reflexes all revealed that they must have been very powerful fighters during their lifetime.

"What is this..." Dumbledore frowned, staring at the patterns on those people's robes, a guess gradually formed in his mind.

"Slytherin's family crest?" Grindelwald cautiously looked at the "crowd" approaching.

"That's right, Hogwarts belongs to the great Slytherin family!" Voldemort stepped out of the shadows, madness flashed in his red pupils.Although his figure is more solid than other ghosts, it is still far from being compared with a living person. Only the index finger of his right hand is a white bone with a black ring on it.

"Avada Kedavra!" Dumbledore shot a spell directly at him. Unexpectedly, Voldemort would not dodge or dodge, and watched the spell sink into his body.

An unbelievable silence prevailed in the hall, and just like that...they defeated Voldemort?However, the cheers have not had time to ring out...

"Do you think you can kill me like this?" Voldemort's voice was as piercing as fingernails scraping the floor. He casually grabbed an undead beside him, and a layer of black light emerged from his body.In an instant, the undead had disappeared, and his body that had almost dissipated just now condensed again, "I, the great Voldemort, will never die from today on!" Behind him, more shadows surged, as if the world All darkness is pressing upon this castle.

"You are crazy, even if they are undead, they are also your ancestors!"

"It is their honor to provide me with strength! Today, Slytherin will regain its glory!"

Many people even gave up resisting, trembling all over their bodies, and their wands were about to slip out of their hands—such a terrifying, undead enemy had already made them lose their courage.

"No one in this world can really escape death!" Dumbledore shouted to everyone, and his wand emitted a powerful white light, hitting Voldemort again.

At the same time, the clear cry of the phoenix resounded in the hall, Fox's figure drew a complicated trajectory in the air, and the afterimage left behind suddenly ignited raging flames to form a magic circle.A gleaming sword fell from the sky and was stuck in the middle of the hall.

The red-yellow warm light diffused around the sword, and in the light, the roaring golden lion and the angry black badger swam around, pushing the shadows back.

"This is..." Mag looked at the lion.

"Guardian of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" Professor Sprow exclaimed, of course they would not mistake the logo of their own college.

The power of light is getting stronger and stronger, slowly forming a huge protective barrier in front of people.The support of the castle reminds everyone of their years of struggle here - Hogwarts is the cradle of British wizards and their eternal spiritual home.How could they just hand over Hogwarts to Voldemort?

Some began to put their hands on the shield, trying to inject magic power into it.This rude and impatient way of outputting magic power without the guidance of a wand made them even distort their faces in pain, but no one let go of their hands—this is the Hogwarts established by the Big Four, and it is also their Hogwarts, It is impossible for them, nor can they let their ancestors bear everything.However, some undead still broke through the barrier and broke into it.

"Be careful, Minerva!" Dean Ravenclaw, who once won the fighting champion, gave full play to his strength. Even the crystal ball of Professor Trelawney, who was usually not favored by students, was full of power, but this Still can't cause much hindrance to the undead - they are made of magical energy, and the spell can only reduce their energy one after another, but cannot stop their actions.The undead controlled by Voldemort ignored all the spells and mechanically attacked everyone, Hogwarts.Soon, someone couldn't hold on and was injured.

"We have to find a spell that can stop them, even for a while," Grindelwald said, frowning.Perhaps it was because the magic wand in his hand also belonged to the three holy weapons, so his attack on the undead was much more effective, but compared to the huge number of undead, this attack was far from enough.

"Voldemort's spell must have some restrictions..." Sweat dripped from Harry's face, he desperately thought about the possible loopholes of the Soul Resurrection Stone, but he couldn't think of anything—just dealing with the attack had already made him He was exhausted.What's more, Voldemort may also hold the souls of the Potter family in his hands.

"All petrified! All petrified!" Hermione's voice sounded suddenly, with the Weasley twins and other students behind her.They had just seen Haierbo from the Forbidden Forest and returned to the castle with its help.The huge basilisk carried the students, with a sorting hat on its head that came out of nowhere, and its yellow eyes pinned the undead in place one by one.

"By the way! The Petrification Curse!" Harry yelled, "The Petrification Curse can work on ghosts!" Voldemort used a similar petrification spell to imitate the Basilisk attack in the heir incident, and the ordinary Petrification Spell is not that strong. It is also very good to be able to block the effect for a while.

Sure enough, the attack of the undead was once again stopped.

[Damn Basilisk, you still can't tell who is the real master? ] Voldemort hissed, "But this is just a useless struggle, I will train you later... As I said, Hogwarts belongs to Slytherin!" The "ancestors" stopped their actions and looked blankly at the ground.

Shaking, shaking violently like an earthquake, the entire castle is twisting, cellars, towers, observatories... Scenes that don't belong here appear in the hall.Harry felt that the castle was struggling, as if it was about to collapse any second.

But Voldemort didn't notice it at all. Voldemort paced slowly, looking proudly at the wizards who were trying to maintain their figures in the shock: "'The blood and tears of the ancestors, the reappearance of the sword and fire, the place where hope is born, There will be destruction. Darkness, lingering. Only the bloodline left by the transaction that should not survive, he will escape the shackles of the god of death, and the greatest magic will change everything.' This is the fate that was set thousands of years ago, Huo Gvoz will be mine, and great magic will keep me alive in this world forever."

Harry sneered at him: "You are no longer alive!"

"Poor boy, how could I forget you—" Voldemort pretended to sigh, his lips curled up at a strange angle, "Do you think anyone can save you? Ah? For example, you cried to me Mudblood mother begging to save your life?"

"Never say that about my mother!" Harry yelled angrily.From the tip of his wand a small, silvery feline jumped out.

Voldemort glanced at it and let out a sharp mocking sound: "A kitten—" He picked up the young Patronus by the scruff of the neck and threw it aside. "How rare, at your age, to cast such a beautiful Patronus Charm—let me see, what's the trick with it? Happy memory? Ridiculous. Cruciatus—oh! Damn it!"

The young "cat" suddenly became bigger, turned into a strong and powerful leopard, and rushed towards Voldemort. It opened its mouth, showing sharp teeth, and bit Voldemort's finger fiercely!

"Very good, very good." Finally repelling the leopard, Voldemort, who was furious, seemed to calm down suddenly. He turned around twice in place, and then gently lifted the bony finger.The ring on the finger burst into dazzling light in an instant. "Let me tell you what true happiness is!"

He stood there smugly, completely ignoring everyone's spells.At this moment, he felt that he had a chance to win. He wanted to see the destruction of that Harry Potter with his own eyes, and watch him be-

Killed by his own relatives... Everyone seemed to be yelling something at him, but Harry couldn't hear anything, he was almost nailed to the spot in a daze, filled with that thought.

This is not the first confrontation between Harry and Voldemort. He thought he would have the courage to face no matter what kind of situation he encountered... But now—the relatives he can only see in pictures and dreams are coming towards him Walking, there is no smile, only the wand raised high and the green light gathered there.

Unable to move, unable to do anything, he could only stand there, waiting desperately for the final moment...

The author has something to say: Mid-Autumn Festival Theater - Dumbledore: I found a delicious sweet?Do you want to try it.Grindelwald took a sip and said solemnly: Albus, let's break up.Deng: Why?

Qiu Zhang drifted away: Principal, actually... There is a saying in China - if you love him, don't invite him to eat five-nut mooncakes←←