HP Dawn Night

"Damn! Dizzy!" The dense crowd was forced to retreat to the castle in the scuffle between the giants and the centaurs, and the Death Eaters were mixed with the wizards guarding Hogwarts. The curse, "All petrified!"

I saw more and more people pouring in at the entrance steps, and I recognized some Hogsmeade shopkeepers and residents, and many more I couldn't name.Accompanied by the bang of horseshoes, a group of centaurs also broke into the hall, and at the same time, deafening footsteps came from the stairs leading to the basement——

The house elves of Hogwarts rushed into the hall screaming and wielding knives and forks. In the front of them was the elf with a locket on his chest, his bullfrog-like voice was clear in the din. Visible: "Fight fight! Fight for my master who defends the house-elves! Down with the Dark Lord, in the name of brave Regulus! Fight!"

They hacked and stabbed at the Death Eater's feet and shins, with a look of loathing on his little face.The Death Eaters scattered and fled, and I took the opportunity to fire a few Shadowless Spells and then run through the crowd and into the auditorium.The fighting there was more intense.

"Snape!" I heard a voice, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Hello, Professor Carlo." I waved my wand, "Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Passed out!"

As if there were some strange barrier, every spell of Amycus passed dangerously past me with a look of deep loathing on his face, I don't understand why, but he just couldn't seem to hit I.

"Avada Kedavra!" I raised my wand and pointed it at Amycus's face, a dazzling green light flashed, he fell limply to the ground, and was immediately trampled under by the melee crowd.

"Damn stupid girl—Avada—"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Alecto jumped away with a scream.

"Dad!" I yelled.But he didn't look at me, and put his heart and soul into the fight with Alecto.

"Come and help, Violet!" Blaise yelled not far away. He and Pansy were dealing with the Lestrange brothers at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!" I rushed over, and at the same time Draco came from the other end through the melee crowd: "Crucio!"

I watched with a mixture of joy and horror as our wands shot out one multicolored light after another, and Brother Lestrange roared in rage at the top of his lungs.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Beautiful, Blaise!"

Labastan screamed with his mouth open.

"Remember what we did to Montague a few years ago?" Draco exclaimed suddenly.

At that moment, the four of us raised our wands at Rabastan at the same time: "Stunned!" Four beams of red light shot out from the tip of the wand, Rabastan's body was thrown high, and after drawing a perfect arc Hit the wall.

"I like this."

"Hey, so what we did to Montague can be written off?"

I looked around at the crowd: Yaxley was knocked down by George Weasley and Percy Weasley; Dolohov was knocked down by Professor Flitwick screaming; McNeil was knocked down by Hagrid He raised it up to the wall, and my mother added a stun spell on the way; Ron Weasley and Neville worked together to bring down the werewolf Greyback; Alecto was cut into a blood man by my father's curse; The Patil sisters stun Rookwood together; the Malfoys are furiously laying siege to Thekness.

The Dark Lord was dealing with Professor McGonagall, Professor Slughorn, and Kingsley at the same time. They dodged around him with cold hatred on their faces, but they couldn't finish him—

Bellatrix was fighting fifty yards away from the Dark Lord, and like her master she was fighting three at once: Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood.All three of them resisted with all their strength, but Bellatrix was clearly superior, and a killing curse almost hit Weasley.

"Don't touch my daughter, you bitch!"

A stocky woman came running, throwing off her robes, and I assumed her Mrs Weasley, Bellatrix, had stopped fighting to stare at her new challenger and laugh.

"Get out of the way!" Mrs. Weasley yelled at the three girls, and she started the fight with a wave of her wand.Bellatrix snarled back, beams of light shot from their wands, the floor around them was hot and cracked, and the two women fought to the death.

When I hesitated to raise my wand to help her, Mrs. Weasley yelled, "No! Go back! Go back! She's mine!"

All eyes are now on these two duels.

"If you are killed by me, what will your group of children do?" Bella imitated the baby's emphasis while jumping to avoid Molly's spell, "What if Mommy died as tragically as Fred?"

"You - don't try - touch - my - child again!" screamed Mrs Weasley.

Bellatrix laughed, and I suddenly realized what was going to happen next—

A spell passed through Bella's outstretched arms, struck her in the chest, and pointed straight at her heart.

Bella's smile froze, her eyes popped out, and in an instant, she realized what had happened, and she fell to the ground, the Dark Lord howling in fury.

With his three duelists thrown high with a wave of his wand, the Dark Lord turned to Mrs Weasley, who had killed his right-hand man, and he raised his wand—

"Armor protection!" A voice roared, and the Dark Lord looked around for the source of the voice. In the center of the hall, a person appeared out of thin air.

Harry Potter threw the Invisibility Cloak to the ground, and raised his wand to face the Dark Lord.

Exclamations, cheers and screams came from all directions: "Harry!" "He's alive!" But after a moment, it stopped.The crowd suddenly fell into panic and deathly silence. The Dark Lord and Potter looked at each other and began to move slowly. They always kept their distance, as if they were walking on a circular track.

"You don't want to kill anyone tonight, Tom." The Dark Lord hissed when Potter called him, "It's just you and me, and what we started will be us." Finish."

"That's not what you meant, Potter." The Dark Lord opened his red snake eyes wide, "Who do you want to use as a shield this time?"

"Nobody." Potter looked back at him calmly. "One must kill the other. It was a fate that was destined between us more than ten years ago."

"It was just an accident—"

"It wasn't an accident, Tom. Did you find that neither you nor your minions could kill anyone anymore? Do you know why, Tom?" Potter circled slowly. The moment I entered the Forbidden Forest and decided to sacrifice, I traded an impenetrable barrier for the defenders of the castle. You will not understand this magic, Tom... but you have seen it, before you tried to kill me. The night of my life. When my mother sacrificed herself to stand in my way—"

"I know what you're going to say, is it love again?" The Dark Lord had a mocking smile on his face, "Dumbledore's favorite thing...love, he claimed that love can conquer death, but love did not stop him from the tower Falling like an old ragdoll; love didn't stop me from killing your mother Mudblood like a cockroach. Potter - and now, no one seems to love you enough to rush forward and block my spell for you .So, what will prevent your death while I attack?"

"I have two things you don't have, Tom," Potter said peacefully. "One is magic that you don't understand: love; and the other is a weapon that you don't have."

A look of astonishment flashed across the Dark Lord's face, and he laughed wildly: "You think you have one more weapon than me? Even that old cunning Dumbledore—"

"Yes, Dumbledore is dead." Potter continued, "But he was not defeated by you. He planned his own death. Dumbledore chose to greet death like a friend. He is wiser than you , Great, and brave. You dare not even face death, Tom, your failure is already doomed, so - those Death Eaters you thought were loyal have defected, and you think it's just an accident?"

"I'll kill them all, after I finish you—" the Dark Lord hissed, "Snape, Malfoy, and Parkinson, Zabini..."

"And Goyle," Potter said, "Goyle tricked you after you killed me in the Forbidden Forest." A palpable annoyance flashed across the Dark Lord's face, and Potter smiled faintly, " Your brutality and stupidity keeps your supporters walking away, not to mention some of them don't join willingly..."

"Severus Snape—"

"Yes, he loves my mom, so he's no longer loyal to you the moment you broke your promise to kill her. But you think that's the only thing that drives him outright against you?"

"Little Snape..." The Dark Lord's scarlet eyes searched for me in the crowd, and Draco stood in front of me calmly, "I will kill her, just like I do with all the traitors— "

"But that's out of the question, Tom. You didn't manage to kill her tonight, did you?" Potter raised his voice. "You know the wand in your hand is not loyal to you. Before tonight, it Belonging to little Snape who disarmed Dumbledore's wand. But, what you don't know is that I accidentally disarmed little Snape's wand a few hours ago..."

The Dark Lord's smile froze.

"That's the truth, isn't it? If the wand in your hand is really alive, it should know who its owner is."

"Harry Potter!"

"Why don't you try to repent, Tom? Try to redeem your broken soul? Like a real man, sorry for what you did?"

"How dare you—"

"Of course I dare. And I've seen your end, Tom, you just let go of your last chance to redeem you." Potter chuckled softly, "Tonight, Gryffindor and Slytherin join forces ;Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix fought side by side; pure blood helped the injured bitch wizard into the medical room... Your overall plan has collapsed, do you think everyone will be intoxicated like fools in the 'Utopia' you described? You underestimate others, Tom."

"Then let's drop our wands and fight on merit, Potter!" cried the Dark Lord furiously.

A blinding red light pierced the enchanted sky above them, as if the sun were shining brightly across the sill from the window nearest them, illuminating both of them simultaneously, black and white. The Demon King's face looked like it was on fire, and at the same time Potter pointed Draco's wand into the air, I heard two voices chanting the spell hoarsely:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

The green and red rays of light collided fiercely, and the point where the golden flame spells converged spurted out.In that moment of silence, all could see the Dark Lord's Killing Curse strike back against the end of his own wand, and see the Elder Wand flying high - against the rising sun. Over the enchanted ceiling, like through the bloody winds that have been caused by it through the centuries - exactly into the hands of its true owner.The Dark Lord opened his arms, and the pupils of his scarlet eyes dilated and rolled up.He was dead, killed by his own spell, his body limply shrunken, his hands empty, his serpentine face pale and empty.

Tom Riddle fell to the ground like all the dead, he called himself the Dark Lord, and yet his corpse was no more majestic or less embarrassing than anyone's.

The elegy of the phoenix sounded softly. Headed by Potter, people raised their heads to look for the figure of the phoenix. The indistinct red light flashed and disappeared softly, but the singing did not stop.It is a hymn to all those who died in this battle.

The light of dawn tore through the night, and the dark age came to an end.

Dawn has come.