war and peace

Many Death Eaters watched their master getting closer and closer to the protective shield, and then waved their wands, and a big hole immediately appeared on the hemisphere near the top.They collectively gasped, watching helplessly as Voldemort easily broke through the barrier that had been stalemate for nearly three hours before.After a moment of silence, there was a burst of cheers.Sure enough, the master is omnipotent... How could the savior be the opponent?

Seeing Voldemort lightly breaking through the first layer of defense, everyone in the castle became anxious.It's been a while since Voldemort's first words, they've evacuated all the underage students, and the rest are members of the Order of the Phoenix and people who have volunteered to help.Professor McGonagall waved his wand, causing the statue and the armor to rush out of the castle gate, blocking the door tightly.

"Do you expect this to stop me? Ha, what a ridiculous idea!" Voldemort's voice sounded again in the castle.Like last time, that voice seemed to come from the castle itself, the walls, the portraits all conveying his meaning.Everyone had already gathered in the auditorium. After the initial panic, there was a terrible silence, and no one spoke.The cold and clear voice paused, and continued: "I'll give you 10 minutes at the end. I don't want to see anyone else in the auditorium except Harry Potter. One-on-one duel, fair."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Of course Harry wasn't alone in the Hall now.They thought there would be a big scuffle, they had already evacuated the students, and sent people to guard all the external passages of Hogwarts.But Voldemort's idea was unexpected-he actually came alone and asked for a one-on-one duel.Moreover, he also limited the time... 10 minutes, can he really break through all the defenses within 10 minutes?

"He came in alone." Harry saw the situation outside from a distance through the window. "I'll stay here, you guys go."

"Harry, but..." Hermione was the first to object.

"Nothing but," said Harry firmly.He was also very guilty by that voice, but he calmed down inexplicably when Hermione spoke.He had never realized so directly that Voldemort had named him, so he would take up the challenge no matter what. "There is no need for everyone to die together. Since he chose me, then I should stay." As soon as Voldemort made a move, he could see that the man's magic power was far above them.Harry suddenly had a terrible thought that Voldemort actually didn't care that his Horcrux was destroyed, because he was already so strong that no one could match it-look, he couldn't easily take down the Order of the Phoenix Is it a defensive magic arranged by the members together? "Kingsley, this matter will trouble you."

Kingsley-Shacklebolt opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

At this time, Voldemort was standing in front of the castle gate, looking up at the tall towers on both sides.In front of him were rows of statues and war horses waiting in formation, and he turned a blind eye to the clanging sound of the collision of the spiked meteor hammer and the cross spear.He held his wand in his hand, but he never released it, as if he was waiting for something.

Soon someone passed the news inward to the auditorium, and no one knew what he was waiting for.

"Voldemort was waiting those ten minutes. He probably meant to keep his word," said Harry dryly.He didn't know why he knew, but he knew that was the case.The last moment is coming, he may be nervous, he may be worried, but his mind has never been so calm.This day will come...

Kingsley gave him a deep look, and finally ordered everyone to step back, leaving room for them.But everyone didn't want to be too far away, so in the end only a large circular area was left in the middle of the auditorium.Hermione stood at the head of the crowd, looking worried.But she knew it was useless to say anything, they could only do what Voldemort said.Beside her stood the Weasleys, all of them clutching their wands.

Just then, the voice sounded again. "Five minutes. I'm assuming that you have all done as I ordered." Everyone looked at each other again, and their eyes finally focused on Harry standing in the middle of the auditorium.Harry was staring at the Great Hall door, ready to go.

Voldemort finally took a step forward, still maintaining his characteristic walking posture.Back then, it took him only 30 seconds to go from downstairs to upstairs in Harry's house; now he has to go from the castle gate to the auditorium, 5 minutes is enough, right?thought Voldemort.

The feet of the black robe moved up the stairs, and soon reached the gate of the castle.But I didn't see what he said or did, just moving forward, those menacing statues and armor gave way to him automatically.It really made——they backed away in fear, and after regaining their footing, they bent down deeply and bowed to him.Looking from the top down, there is a big road between a whole piece of stone piers and metal armor, just like a guard of honor surrounded by the king walking forward.

This scene looks quite spectacular, it feels like Moses divided the sea.But the audience didn't care to appreciate it, and the reaction could be said to be panic.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall was the most surprised. She tried to summon again, but found that the spell suddenly failed. "This is a secret deep in the castle, why is it like this?" Not only did she not understand, but other Hogwarts professors did not understand.What kind of spell can be stronger than the castle's own defenses?Could it be possible to do this just by suppressing magic power?

They finally understood now: the 10 minutes Voldemort said did not refer to the time for him to break through the defense at all, but the time he reserved for them to retreat.It doesn't take time for him to break through the defenses—it can even be said that those defenses don't exist at all.

The silence in the crowd was even more terrifying.No one spoke, and the situation in front of them weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.Voldemort is not just talking, he can really do it.And judging from this situation, all of them may not be successful if they go together.

Harry stood in the middle of the hall, back straight.He was as surprised as the others, but his hand on the wand was firm and steady, not even shaking.He couldn't predict exactly what Voldemort was going to do like this, but he would soon find out.

Voldemort walked across the courtyard, the statue receding with the crowd as he was going to pass, leaving him with a wide open field of view, which could already see the doors of the Great Hall.Without saying a word, he levitated up the steps, holding in his right hand the yew wand that was considered a symbol of evil.Finally he entered the Great Hall and stopped about ten paces away, directly opposite Harry.

"I thought I had made it very clear, I just wish Harry Potter was standing here," said Voldemort, glancing around.His voice was calm and indifferent, neither high nor low, and there was no threat in his eyes.But everyone took a few steps back in unison—the light gaze seemed to suddenly gain substance; the sound of gasping became more and more—Voldemort's face!

Harry stood still, his eyes fixed on the actions of the person opposite him.The last time he had seen Voldemort from a distance was last year, and now he saw it again, so close.There is no doubt that Voldemort has hardly changed in the past half a year. He is calm, elegant, and powerful - he even has the handsomeness of the earliest days! "They won't make a move, just you and me." Harry couldn't help feeling his heart beating faster and faster, whether it was because the final battle was imminent or for some other reason.

"May I take this as a guarantee?" Voldemort returned his gaze to him.

Harry felt that following the other's movements, the eyes of other people around him were also focused on him. "Yes, one-on-one, just like you said." He said it, only to find that his voice was even more dry.

"Oh?" Voldemort chuckled. "Do you really think you can kill me?" He started pacing in a small area where he was, but kept his eyes on Harry's side.

Harry raised his wand in surprise at his sudden movement. "I think you should know that we have eliminated all your Horcruxes. As long as..." Your main soul is dead, and you are completely finished.But Harry suddenly couldn't continue, so he changed another sentence, "Until now, haven't you realized your mistake? This is the last chance, try to think, Tom..."

"You call me Tom?" Voldemort asked quickly.He stopped, with a contemptuous smile on his face: "It sounds really..." It sounded familiar, but he didn't say it, "It's ridiculous," he added, "If that's all you want to say, then you can avoid it." , we can just start. After all, that day will come, won't it?"

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, apparently someone was discussing the prophecy.

"You..." Harry only felt disappointed when he heard the previous words, but he had a feeling of deja vu later.Voldemort said it was ridiculous... No, he said that this day will always come... "Whether you expect it or not, that day will come." Harry's pupils suddenly dilated.Someone said the same thing to him, in exactly the same tone, but that person was clearly not Voldemort!Is this by chance?

"What's the matter? Can't think of words?" Voldemort took half a step forward.There was a murmur of exclamation from the crowd at his gesture, but Harry stood still. "Take your wand, boy. How can a duel be without a good weapon?" he whispered, hissing a little.

Harry's wand was held in the palm of his right hand, raised once before, but now the point was pointing at the ground at Voldemort's feet.Kill him...now...one spell and you're done...don't even have to move, the man is standing right in front of you, so close you don't even need to aim...raise your wand up and say those simple two words...

"No!" Harry shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of the voice in his head.People around him looked at him in amazement, but Harry didn't care.It was odd, but he finally understood now why he had blurted out at Malfoy Manor that it was a killing curse.He had indeed been cast with the Imperius Curse, but that person was... "You cast the Imperius Curse on me." Harry squeezed his temple with his free left hand, trying to fight the voice in his head while still tightening his grip. Staring at the reaction of the person opposite, his tone was very affirmative.

There was a louder uproar from the crowd.Imperius Curse?But they hadn't even seen Voldemort move yet.Just when everyone was confused or surprised, no one noticed that Hermione's face turned pale instantly.

"I found that I really couldn't understand what was going on in the Savior's little head." The smile on Voldemort's face deepened. "Do I have to do that?" His voice was a complete hiss.Except for Harry who was still unaware, no one else could understand Parseltongue.They looked terrified and vigilant, looking back and forth at the two people in the field.

But Harry was sure he saw Voldemort pause briefly before answering. "You're lying!" he yelled, "You controlled me with your eyes...I remember, in Malfoy Manor too!" At that time, Voldemort looked sideways, and he must have noticed him and Hermione outside the hedge long ago .And his Occlumency has never been better, and it can't stop the brilliant Dementors and Imperius users at all-so he didn't realize it at first.If it wasn't for Hermione, he probably wouldn't have figured out what was going on for a long time.

"Good reasoning." Voldemort vainly clapped his hands twice. "But it's useless." He took another step closer, "Do it."

"No!" Harry took a step back.He had lost control of his raised right hand, and could only shield his eyes with his left, hoping to cut off that control.He believes in his own judgment, and there are still a few problems that have not been resolved... "You already knew what we were doing! But you never did it! You let us go on purpose! It's not about the defense of Malfoy Manor... July Also, you must have seen the protective shield outside Tonks' parents' house!" Harry spoke quickly, almost incoherently.But he found that his thinking had found the right direction, and all the previous confusions were easily resolved.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows. "so?"

At this moment, the distance between the two of them is only three steps away, and they are already close at hand.No one else could understand Harry's sudden hiss, his expression mixed with bewilderment and concern.

"I see... Bellatrix didn't take the Imperius Curse at all - she was saluting you." Harry put his left hand down.Fragments after fragments flashed through his mind, and finally they were successfully strung together.Why they escaped successfully, why Roald seemed to know the Horcruxes like the back of his hand, why their actions were so smooth... Actually there is only one problem... Roald's identity... This hypothesis is very scary... But as long as it is established, all Questions have answers. "You are Roald." He said word by word, and he didn't know whether he wanted to hear an affirmative or negative answer.

"You guessed it. I am Voldemort. Now, do it." Voldemort finally stopped moving.He stared into the boy's eyes, but suddenly found that he couldn't see what he was thinking.But it didn't matter, he believed in the power of his spell.There was shock on the boy's face, intertwined with residual confusion.

When he got it right, Harry's mind went blank. "Shenfeng Wuying!" He heard his own voice shout.Then another voice of his own yelled "No, stop" in his head, but his body had already acted before consciousness.Before he could speak the incantation, a yew wand began to fall in front of him.