Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 481 Harry is dying?No, impossible!

Harry thought of what he saw in Snape's memory, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.Professor Snape, who he always thought was a bad guy, turned out to be the one who had been secretly protecting him, and he was the only one who purely hoped that Harry could live.

"Severus Snape"

Harry murmured as he passed Hagrid's cabin (which had been magically restored), across the grounds, but he didn't hear Fang.To see Hagrid so many times, the brass kettle gleaming on the fire, the rock cakes, the giant grubs, and Hagrid's big, unshaven face, Ron spitting out slugs, Hermione helping Hagrid save Norbert...

Harry continued walking, and when he had reached the edge of the forest, he stopped.

He felt the chill of a pack of dementors wandering among the trees and wondered if he could get through safely.He no longer has the strength to summon the Patronus.He could no longer control his trembling body.

It seems that death is not so easy.

Every second of his breath, the smell of the grass, the feeling of the cool breeze on his cheeks, is so precious.Thinking that others still have many, many years to squander, so much time that it is almost impossible to pass, but for him, every second is so hard to let go.

He thought he couldn't go any further, and at the same time knew he had to.It's time for this long game to come to an end, the Snitch has been caught and it's time to get out of the air.
"Say, will he do what you want?" Richfar sat beside Hera, looking sadly towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, where the Death Eaters and Voldemort camped.

"Harry?" Hera's expression became complicated, "He will, he will."

"What on earth are you asking Potter to do?" Professor McGonagall asked directly, which startled Hera and Richfar.

"Nothing, just a very difficult task."

"Then I think I can, Hera, and I'm willing to sacrifice my life to fight Voldemort." Minerva said, puffing out her chest.

"But only Harry Potter can do it, Minerva." Hera said with a faint smile, "Only Harry."

"What kind of thing is it?" Professor McGonagall asked puzzled.

Hera and Richfa looked at each other, Hera nodded slightly, and then Richfa explained:

"It is well known that Voldemort has been experimenting on the path to immortality, and that he has taken the Horcrux method in the process."

"17 years ago, that night in Godric's Hollow, Harry Potter was unconsciously made into one of the Horcruxes, which is why their minds are sometimes linked"

"If you want to completely destroy Voldemort, you must destroy all his Horcruxes, and then kill him himself. Otherwise, even if he turns into steam and bubbles, he will still have a comeback day."

"And all we need to do now is—"

"Oh!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help exclaiming, she staggered and almost fell to the ground, "So you let that child die? How could you do this?"

"Minerva, I don't want to do this either, but this is the only way." Hera quickly supported Professor McGonagall, "We have no choice."

"Yeah, we have no choice." Professor McGonagall repeated this sentence dully. In her heart, although Harry had never been a good student, there was no doubt that he was definitely a student she was proud of and a student she loved.

"Richfar, take Minerva back to her room to rest." Hera ordered.

"Yes."

Hera was the only one left in the room again, and Hera stood behind the desk with her hands behind her back, muttering in her mouth, "Dawn, you should know the result, Harry. The result of the battle is all in your hands."

In the early morning, just after dawn, Hera and others received a message from Voldemort, asking Hagrid to go to the Forbidden Forest to retrieve Harry Potter's body.

"It's impossible, how could Harry die?" Hagrid sobbed, his whole body burst into tears.

Professor McGonagall almost fainted, and Hera silently watched what happened before him. He knew that everything was successful, and Harry had completed his task.

"Harry," said Hagrid, sobbing, "oh, Harry, Harry"

"Okay, Hagrid, go and bring Harry back, we are going to prepare for the final battle."

When Hagrid came back, he was followed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and they walked towards the castle with great arrogance, with strong cheers and heavy footsteps.

"Stop." Voldemort's voice.

The Death Eaters stopped.

"No!" Professor McGonagall made an exaggerated voice. Seeing Harry lying in Hagrid's arms, she couldn't help crying.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry, Harry!" It was the voices of the others, the voices of Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were more shrill than Professor McGonagall's.

"Quiet!" Voldemort yelled, and there was a bang and a flash of bright light, and they were all silenced. "It's over! Hagrid, put him at my feet, he deserves to be here!"

Harry was put on the grass.

"See?" said Voldemort, striding back and forth around Harry's body. "Harry Potter is dead! You blinded ones, do you understand now? He's nothing at all, just a little boy who depends on someone else to die for him!"

"He beat you!" Ron shouted, and the spell was broken, and the defenders of Hogwarts roared and shouted again.A second later, there was an even more earth-shattering bang, and they lost their voices again.

"He was killed trying to escape from the school," said Voldemort, seemingly flattered by his lying, "killed trying to escape himself—"

But before Voldemort finished speaking, someone broke free from the crowd and rushed towards Voldemort.But the man was disarmed in an instant and fell heavily to the ground, and Voldemort threw the challenger's wand aside with a laugh.

"Who is this?" He said in a soft, snake-like hiss, "Who took the initiative to defy the law and let everyone see what will happen if you continue to resist after defeat?"

Bellatrix smiled happily.

"It's Neville Longbottom, master! The boy who caused so much trouble for the Carlos! The son of the Auror couple, remember?"

"Ah, yes, I remember." Voldemort said, looking down at Neville.With his bare hands and no cover, Neville struggled to his feet and stood in the clearing between the survivors and the Death Eaters. "But you're a purebred wizard, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands clenched into fists.

"So what?" said Neville loudly.

"You've shown a lot of courage and determination, and you're of noble birth. You'll make a great Death Eater. We need someone like you, Neville Longbottom."

"I'm not going with you until hell freezes over," said Neville. "Dumbledore's Army!" .

"Very well," said Voldemort, and Harry could hear more danger in his smooth voice than the cruelest spell. "If that's your choice, Longbottom, we'll just have to go with the plan. Let it," he said softly, "fall to your head."

Voldemort waved his wand.A few seconds later, a strange bird-like thing flew out of one of the smashed windows of the castle.It flew out of the dim light and landed in Voldemort's hand.Voldemort shook the musty object by its prongs, and it hung empty and limp: the Sorting Hat.

"Hogwarts School needs no more Houses," said Voldemort, "no more Houses. The coat of arms, shield and banner of my noble ancestor, Salazar Slytherin, to all of you Suffice it to say, isn't it, Neville Longbottom?"

"I think you forgot, Tom, you have been deprived of your Slytherin surname." Hera, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said.

"Aha, it's me, I almost forgot about you, Hera." Voldemort smiled ferociously, "But who can deny that the blood of Slytherin glows magically on me?"

"I can."

"You are just the product of his failed experiment. I gave you life." Voldemort said angrily, "It was me, I gave you life! You must learn to be grateful!"

"But I never think you made the right choice, Tom, everything you do is just an arrogant idea, thinking that you can control everything, but in fact you can control everything." At the same time, Hera walked up to Neville, blocking between Neville and Voldemort.

He dodged the Sorting Hat roughly out of Voldemort's grasp and thrust him into Neville's arms.

"I believe you have great courage, Neville Longbottom." Hera said, turning her head to Voldemort and saying, "The prophecy says that child is your nemesis. Do you know Longbottom's birthday? Do you know who he is?"

"The man in the prophecy is Harry Potter, and I have killed him."

"Is it true?" Hera asked back, making Voldemort's eyes glow red.

Voldemort's hand holding the wand trembled slightly, "It's true, it's Harry Potter, definitely him!"

"Stop trying to lie to yourself with these lies, Hera, Harry Potter is dead!" roared Voldemort.

"No, I'm not dead!" Harry straightened himself up and got up from the ground.

Then, many things happened at the same time.

They heard commotion coming from the school boundary wall in the distance. It seemed that thousands of people jumped over the wall out of sight and rushed towards the castle with loud shouts.At the same moment, Grawp wobbled around the side of the castle, shouting, "Hagrid!" and Voldemort's giants roared back.They charged at Glop like bull elephants, making the earth tremble.Then there was the sound of horseshoes and the sound of drawing a bow. In the blink of an eye, sharp arrows shot among the Death Eaters one after another.They cried out in surprise and lost their feet.Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak from his robes and draped it over his body, jumping up from the ground, when Neville moved too.

Neville straightened up, the Sorting Hat slipped from his arms, and he pulled out a silver thing from inside, with a gleaming handle and a ruby ​​studded——

In the roar of the swarming crowd, in the sound of fighting giants, in the hooves of swarming centaurs, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword cutting, but it seemed to attract every pair of eyes.With one blow of the sword, Neville chopped off the serpent's head, which spun high into the sky, shining brightly in the light spilling from the hall.Voldemort opened his mouth to let out an angry cry, but no one heard it, and then, with a boom, the snake fell heavily at his feet—

Voldemort's last Horcrux!was destroyed!

Right now, Voldemort is alone!
He can no longer live forever!

But the whole scene was chaotic, the centaur charged into battle, chasing the Death Eaters into all directions, everyone was escaping from the giant's trampling, and reinforcements came from nowhere, coming closer and closer.

Winged behemoths Thestrals and Hippogriff Buckbeak hovered above Voldemort's giants, clawing at their eyes, and Gropp punched them hard.

At this time all the wizards, whether it was the defenders of Hogwarts or Voldemort's Death Eaters, were forced to retreat to the castle.Hera hurled jinxes and spells at the sight of the Death Eaters, and they collapsed before they could strike back at Hera before their bodies were trampled underfoot by the retreating crowd.

It wasn't just Hera, apparently Harry was doing the same, because Hera saw streaks of red spells coming out of the air.

Still under the Invisibility Cloak, Harry was pushed into the hall by the crowd.He was looking for Voldemort, and then saw Voldemort across the room, still shouting orders, waving his wand and firing spells in all directions as he retreated into the Great Hall.

Harry cast a few more Iron Armor Charms, and Seamus Finnigan and Hannah Abbott, who were nearly shot by Voldemort, hurried past him into the Great Hall to join the battle already raging there.

By this time, more and more people were swarming the front steps, and Charlie Weasley overtook Horace Thraghorn, still in his emerald green pajamas.

Behind them, there seemed to be all the heavy Hogwarts friends and relatives who stayed behind to fight, and the shopkeepers and homeowners of Hogsmeade village.

With a loud clap of horseshoes, the centaur Bane, Ronan, and Margaret rushed into the auditorium, and at the same time, the door leading to the kitchen behind them was blown off its hinges.

Hogwarts house-elves poured into the hall, screaming and brandishing knives and cleavers, led by Klee with Regulus Black's locket on his chest Che, his bullfrog voice was still audible even amidst the din: "Fight! Fight! Fight for my master, defender of the house-elves! In the name of brave Regulus, resist Dark Lord! Fight!"

It's Kreacher!

He fought for the glory of his master, inherited his master's will, and rushed to the forefront of the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)