Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The Aurors and professors who stayed in Hogwarts Castle gradually gathered around to find out what happened here.

The huge pit stunned everyone, and the two people in the pit became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Mr. Foley, a girl from Slytherin is missing!" A tall Auror panted and ran over to report, "That should be your friend... We can't contact you. Have you found the girl? ?”

"Dead." Brian said.

The Auror was stunned for a moment, then said: "I'm very sorry. So, what happened tonight..."

"Let me tell him, leave him alone." Snape glanced at Brian and motioned for the Aurors to leave.

The strong wind gradually subsided, and the heavy rain slowly turned into a fine drizzle. People gathered at the edge of the pit, and the three Harrys also came here, explaining to everyone what happened tonight.

Harry looked at Snape walking over and felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't let go of the fact that he was kidnapped by Snape and given to Voldemort, and he didn't know how to face him.

"I didn't expect you to come out alive, Potter. You are as tenacious as a cockroach. Maybe this is compensation for your lack of brains..." Snape looked at Harry with a sarcastic look on his face.

Harry looked at Snape's malicious expression, and the anger he had finally suppressed came out again, and he wanted to slap this disgusting face.

"Why didn't you follow your master?" Harry retorted, "Voldemort's body is lying there. Should you go over and kneel next to it and shed a few tears?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. These two people are naturally at odds with each other.

"In fact, according to Mr. Brian Foley's account, Professor Snape has been undercover under Dumbledore's orders and played a vital role in defeating the Dark Lord..." A young Auror He was explaining to the wary Professor McGonagall and others.

"Most of the Death Eaters died in this explosion, and Peter Pettigrew died in the Shrieking Shack..." Someone reported excitedly, "The Dark Lord's vitality was almost gone tonight. The entire army was wiped out, and even the Dark Lord died in the hands of Harry Potter!"

"Actually, Voldemort was killed by himself, and his spell bounced back." Harry said.

"No, it's you. You did it. No one can take it away." Cornelius Fudge walked over in a hurry, smiling so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. "I think the Order of Merlin, First Class, will definitely not be able to escape." .Of course, Severus, and Brian..."

"Of course, others will also have rewards. We are never stingy in giving rewards to warriors..." He looked at Ron and Hermione kindly, then glanced at Brian who was sitting silently in the distance, and took the A top hat on the head.

"A girl died in the explosion?" Fudge sighed softly.

"She died at the hands of Voldemort."

"Oh, she's not the first. Many people died in his hands." Fudge said, "But she will be the last..."

The aftermath lasted for a long time, and the noise continued until dawn.

The Aurors were counting the casualties and dealing with the Inferi and Dementors that had been left leaderless and unable to evacuate due to Voldemort's death. Professors are helping, too.

Harry and the others were busy telling what happened tonight, while Percy Weasley took notes with a complex and surprised expression on his face, fear and slight jealousy on his face. Snape's undercover behavior was made public and he gained everyone's respect.

The Greengrasses were called over, and they came and went, some of the joy of victory being dispersed by mournful cries.

Everything was like a psychedelic dream to Brian, like he was separated from two worlds.

He sat on the slope for a long time, and all the sounds around him did not enter his ears. Until the wind subsides and the rain stops, until the sky breaks out, until the warm morning light shines on the earth again, and the birds are singing.

Brian opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky, as if he understood a lot of things.

There was no one around. He moved his stiff body and looked through the bag he had found from Voldemort.

There are some messy black magic materials and books inside, and there are also some things worth paying attention to.

Brian found traces of Voldemort from a few torn pieces of paper.

"...Finally recovered from his injuries. Voldemort has never suffered such humiliation. Brian Foley should pay the price with blood."

"...The Elder Wand is indeed very powerful, but it doesn't meet my expectations at all... It seems that it doesn't belong to me yet. Maybe I should go find Gellert Grindelwald..."

"Before that, I should explore the ruins deep in the Black Forest of Albania. There may be something there that can help me go further... After all, my rise is inseparable from that place. Haha, it was a location that I couldn't explore at the beginning. You should be able to see it now..."

"The prophecy of death? But is it really worth believing?"

Brian looked at the fragmented notes and murmured to himself: "Deep in the Black Forest of Albania? No wonder Voldemort chose to hide there after losing his body...The God of Death, ha, the God of Death..."

His expression changed, and he found a familiar stone tablet in the corner of the bag. It was exactly the same as the death prophecy stone tablet he saw at the death sect headquarters when he was in third grade.

The weathered black stone tablet is covered with ancient runes, which form a series of words:

"I see you through the mists of time of millennia, the death-eating demon who refuses to have your name read.

What you need to know is:

The wand you hold in your hand is not loyal to you and will eventually belong to your prophesied nemesis.

The person you consider to be your most loyal follower is not loyal to you, and he hates your existence.

The means of your resurrection are being eliminated one by one, and the invisible net is opening towards you, leading you step by step towards the deepest death.

What I want to tell you is:

Prophecy deserves attention, and fate needs to be feared.

The black and white you face are originally on the same side. The morning star is also the evening star, both are your opponents.

Love may not be worth trusting, but it is worth using. It is the strongest protection and the greatest vulnerability.

Collect the three Deathly Hallows and you will transcend death. I hope we can meet in eternal life.

You can call me - kind, merciful Death. "

Brian read it expressionlessly, then turned to the back of the stone tablet, where a curse was engraved.

A curse that exploits the unbreakable emotional bonds between people. Using the relatives, lovers or friends that the mortal enemy cares about to complete this curse can make the mortal enemy fall into terrible weakness and pain. The deeper the emotional bond, the stronger the curse's effects.

Engraved on the top is a message from the God of Death: "The 'love' that connects people can become the strongest shield and the most deadly weapon. The deeper the love, the more serious the injury."

Death is very good at curses, and this curse is obviously the master of them all. Using "love" as a sharp sword is indeed the personality of the God of Death.

Voldemort apparently failed to find Brian's parents, so he set his sights on Daphne.

Judging from what Voldemort has been doing these days, he is obviously half-doubtful about the prophecy of death, so he went to Grindelwald just to verify an answer, and he tested Snape to see if he was loyal.

Brian looked at the stone tablet expressionlessly, waved his hand at it, and the stone on the surface exploded, revealing a smaller stone tablet hidden inside.

Above it is a smiley face made up of three "V" letters, which is unspeakably ironic.

Brian sneered and blew it into powder with a wave of his hand.

He jumped down from the slope and walked slowly towards the castle. This ancient castle has experienced heavy rains and looks brand new in the early morning sunshine.

Laughter filled the air as the students celebrated the death of the Dark Lord. People's joys and sorrows are not the same. The sadness of a few people is drowned in the ocean of laughter and sinks into the deepest darkness.

Brian did not participate. He returned to the classroom where he stayed last night and looked at the blue sky outside.

"Finally found you." An ethereal and erratic voice came from behind.

"Aren't you going to join the celebration?" Brian said softly without looking back.

"There are enough people over there, but you are the only one here." Luna walked silently to his side, looking at the sky outside like him, her light-colored eyes seemed to be filled with hazy mist in the morning.

"My mother once told me that what we lose does not leave us, it just stays with us in a different way." Luna said lightly, as if singing a ballad.

"I know." Brian said softly.

"This is for you." Luna was holding something in her hand, like a colorful conch shell.

"What is this?" Brian took it.

"Put it to your ear, and you can hear the voice of the person you miss, singing songs of blessing in the distance." Luna said very seriously, "This is a gift from my mother, and now I give it to you. ."

"It has extraordinary meaning to you..."

"You need it more than I do right now." Luna said in an erratic tone, "I hope you can live well, Brian."

"Of course, you too."

After Luna left, Brian gently placed the conch shell to his ear.

There was nothing but a hollow echo in his ears.