Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Walking into Dumbledore's office, Harry felt a familiar sense of security. Dumbledore was sitting at the desk with a deep gaze, as if he could see through everything.

"Harry, is there anything I can help you with?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Headmaster, I found a mysterious magic wand, but it suddenly burst into flames and I don't know what's going on." Harry said, revealing a hint of uneasiness and anxiety in his tone.

Dumbledore listened to Harry's story and his expression became serious. He knew that this matter might be related to the dark forces and must be taken seriously. He comforted Harry and told him not to worry, and that everything would be solved.

"I will send someone to examine this magic wand to see where it comes from." Dumbledore said in a solemn and serious tone.

Harry felt a warm current in his heart after listening to Dumbledore's words. He knew that he was not fighting alone, and with supporters like Headmaster Dumbledore by his side, he could overcome any difficulties.

His eyes flickered with anxiety and expectation, because he was waiting for the final battle with fate. Harry knew that his fate was closely linked to the dark lord Voldemort, and all of this would reach its climax on this cold night.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, bringing a deep fear. Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to calm himself down. Beside him, his friends were also praying silently. They knew that no matter what happened, they would fight side by side with Harry.

At this moment, there were bursts of low roars in the darkness, as if coming from a monster deep in hell. Harry's heart trembled, he knew that this meant Voldemort and his followers were about to come.

"We must get ready," Harry said to his friends, his voice weak but full of determination and courage.

"Yes, Harry, we will always be with you," Hermione said firmly, with a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Whatever lies ahead, we'll face it together," Ron added, his hand tightly grasping Harry's in an unspoken gesture of support.

Just as they were preparing for the final battle, a thunderbolt split the sky, and a figure appeared in the darkness. It was Voldemort, the evil ruler, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, staring at Harry and his friends.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort's voice was cold and hoarse, "you have finally come here. But your end will also come at this moment."

Harry stared at Voldemort, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He knew that this battle would determine the fate of the entire wizarding world, and he had to face everything bravely.

"Voldemort," Harry's voice rang through the night sky, "I am ready. Your evil will not continue to spread. I will fight for justice and for those innocent victims!"

Voldemort sneered and raised the wand in his hand. Dark energy began to gather, as if to swallow the entire world.

"Harry Potter, do you think you can defeat me?" Voldemort's voice was full of sarcasm. "You are just a child, and I am the embodiment of immortal power!"

Harry did not answer. He just waved his wand silently, preparing for the final battle.

As the storm rages in the night sky and lightning pierces the darkness, two powerful forces collide with each other. A brilliant light bursts out between Harry and Voldemort's wands, and the battle between them will determine the fate of the entire wizarding world.

In the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world, everything seems to be moving towards an unknown destiny. Harry Potter, an orphan boy, has now grown into a respected young wizard. However, his heart is still full of uncertainty about the future and memories of the past.

One evening, Harry was invited by the headmaster to the headmaster's office. He was full of doubts and didn't know why he was summoned. When he stepped into the room decorated with ancient magic items, the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was sitting there quietly, with deep eyes, as if he saw through everything.

"Harry," Dumbledore said in a gentle but solemn voice, "I have summoned you here, not to deal with school matters, but to discuss something important with you."

Harry sat in the chair silently, waiting for the headmaster's next words. He knew that Dumbledore was a man full of wisdom and strategy, and his every word could mean a major change.

"Harry, I know you still can't let go of the past," Dumbledore's eyes penetrated Harry's heart, "but you must learn to face your past and bravely face the future."

Harry was slightly stunned. He could sense the profound meaning in the headmaster's words. His past, that childhood shrouded in the shadow of darkness, had always been an indelible pain in his heart.

"Headmaster, I try my best, but sometimes I still feel like I can't get over the past," Harry said softly, his voice carrying a hint of heaviness.

Dumbledore looked at Harry deeply, knowing that the young man was carrying too much weight in his heart. However, he also knew that only through courage and persistence could Harry truly free himself.

"Harry," Dumbledore's voice echoed through the room, "I have a promise with you. No matter what happens, no matter what difficulties you face, you must face it bravely and never back down. Because you are the hope of this world, and your courage will lead us to a bright future."

Harry stared at the headmaster quietly, with endless gratitude and determination in his heart. He knew that the headmaster's words would become his motivation to move forward, and no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he would bravely take every step.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Harry bowed his head slightly, his eyes flashing with determination, "I will remember your teachings and face everything bravely."

Harry sat in Dumbledore's office, listening to the headmaster's words, his heart was in turmoil. He knew that the promise the headmaster mentioned was not only a responsibility, but also a mission. But at this moment, he felt an indescribable contradiction in his heart.

"Headmaster," Harry finally said, his voice hesitant, "I understand what you mean, but I have to admit that I am troubled by the fact that my blood is too pure."

Dumbledore looked at Harry, knowing that this was a sensitive issue, and that Harry's contradictions might be a part of the entire wizarding world that was ignored.