Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After the old wand touched Dumbledore's slender and powerful palm, the change occurred.

Dumbledore's arm turned black, and a strange black smoke came out. The cuff of the robe was burned in a circle. The black gas surrounded the arm and spread to the heart.

Dumbledore's brow furrowed and he had to let go of his hand because of the pain. His wand was thrown high, and then he fell on the yellowish, zooming grass and rolled a few times.

The golden red flame lion melted into a trace of fire in a flash, and drifted with the wind.

Grindelwald suddenly covered his chest and lay down on the ground. Dumbledore fell to the grass, coughing a few times and tilting his head to the side.

The wand flew quickly to Voldemort's side, and seemed to start to cheer.

Everyone felt awkward. This wand was full. It was difficult for them to imagine why a wand would have such a human emotion. Then they realized that the war situation was reversed again and Dumbledore was seriously injured. Grindelwald also seems to be implicated.

The situation is back to the beginning.

Even slightly worse, because of morale.

Before, they faced the battle with the mentality of a deadly battle, but Dumbledore's appearance gave them hope. Now, they are facing the status quo of the collapse of hope.

The ups and downs made their minds shake.

"Look, what kind of life-sharing magic did you use to deal with me?"

"Dumbledore, who always pretends to be decent, would actually use this kind of magic?" Voldemort stood up from the grass and shook his wrist. The caster collapsed, and the magic limit was difficult to maintain.

He gave a smug smile, "Luck is still on my side."

"Dumbledore, you can die." Voldemort said proudly

His wand was aimed at the dying principal, who was lying on the grass

The power of life and death has changed.

While chanting, a figure suddenly appeared in Voldemort's scarlet pupil, blocking Dumbledore's weakened body.

An uncontrollable sense of consternation rose.

If it is correct, this figure should have been hung on the wooden "cross" not long ago. Was it saved?

But for a time, he had no intention to investigate what had changed, but to kill her again.

The figure is Hermione.

"Hermione!"

"Hermione!"

"Are you alright?"

Hermione naturally has no concept of her "stand-in".

The disappearing cabinet was placed on the other extreme side of the Forbidden Forest.

She had to run over, and at the same time she saw the scene now.

Dumbledore was resurrected from death, and then knocked down by Voldemort?

The information contained in it was huge, but without hesitation, the decision was made, and it was blocked in front of Dumbledore.

This stubborn little witch wants to protect her principal.

Even if she didn’t know why the principal was reborn, she didn’t know what happened before she arrived, but the camp is very different.

Voldemort cast a spell at random.

The witch stirred his anger and made him feel mocked.

All kinds of evil curses came on the face. The girl was left and right, struggling to support, and soon a dazzling light hit her. Fortunately, it was not green.

But it is also one of the unforgivable curses.

Hermione bowed painfully and bent down.

Then stood up stubbornly.

"The game is over." Voldemort exposed his white-sen's teeth, announcing the death order indifferently.

"Killing Curse!"

Harry and Ron, who wanted to fly past, were caught by the students present. They only saw the green mangle pulling a strange arc and flew past.

Desperately looked at his friend towards death.

What is the scene in Hermione's pair of eyes at this moment?

The extremely swift, horrifying spell wrapped in death came straight to her.

The green light lingers, and the green dots that are as big as mosquitoes in the distance gradually grow larger in Hermione's sight.

For a time, the passage of time seemed to be slowed down.

When people are about to die, they will think of many things.

"Maybe my black magic defense class is actually not even good?"

"Not right, I persisted for so long anyway"

She thought of her all-good Ols results, and indeed, now facing this light, Hermione had almost no way to deal with it.

She raised her head stubbornly, and her amber eyes stared forward.

This is your choice.

Suddenly she closed her eyes.

The shouts around him seemed frozen, and Wan Lai was silent.

Is this the feeling of death? She asked herself.

However, the time seemed to have passed for a long time, and she didn't feel a hit.

I'm not dead?

She opened her eyes slowly, and the light shone into her eyes.

First a touch of gold touched the eyes, followed by a complete figure.

Hermione froze, sliding slightly under her feet and stepped back in panic.

She thought she had hallucinations.

She was very familiar with this back view, and her short platinum hair made her instantly shocked.

"Why is he here?"

Suddenly Hermione's feet sank,

Dobby's hands and feet twitched and grabbed her leg, her eyes pale. What is still talking in his mouth.

The owner of the back in front of him is naturally not someone else.

It's just that Hermione thinks Malfoy should be unconscious in the dark cellar now.

Also, how did he get here?

She apparently destroyed the disappearing cabinet at Hogwarts, just to stop him from coming.

One question after another lay before her.

But these are not the most important.

Because of a ridiculous reality before her eyes, what is the situation now? Did Malfoy block Awada's life?

This symbolizes the mortal curse?

why.

A shocking sensation of shock, which suddenly spread from head to toe all over the body, the shackles of memory seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade, and the inch was cracked.

There was a choppy wave in my head, and the sleepy memory was awakened instantly.

This scene, at this moment, is so familiar.

Still life hanging.

The Xiamen of memory was broken by the raging flood.

In the dark, dark and closed room, the thick and fast snake glided on the dark floor quickly, wandering over, a man with a terrified complexion, commanded the venomous monster in revenge.

Then the soul gradually dissipated.

A boy stopped when the basilisk was about to bite her, and he decisively propped up the vicious fangs with his wand.

Everything is so familiar.

She remembered it all.

and also……

She woke up in the white bed.

"Everything is forgotten!" The boy's voice sounded, and even Dumbledore did not stop the boy's amnesia.

In the following time, expectation and suspicion, distress and numbness again and again, arguing in her mind.

She wanted to persuade herself, but in the end she shamefully chose to escape, pretending to be indifferent.

A terrified sense of trembling and deep sense of despair came out of my heart.

And that dimly depressed emotion.

The emotion that was originally desperately suppressed because of the position resurrected, and the emotion that became agitated because of the restoration of memory was intertwined, and the wave was surging.

Oh? Does that mean cooperation? Hermione ghost made the **** think of what happened not long ago, only to think of the boy's helpless and relentless eyes.

Then the cruelty of reality quickly removed Hermione from the fantasy.

Hermione heard Professor McGonagall's worrying cry.

The boy stood in front of him.

She shouted subconsciously, "Draco! No!"

The mournful voice spread across the Quidditch stadium.

The green light is blocked, but at the cost of someone's life.

At this moment, she wished it was a nightmare. She also hoped that she would never remember the blocked memory before. In that case, maybe, he would not have to...

"No?"

"Nothing?"

Malfoy waved his wand, moved his wrist, turned his head, and smiled at Hermione.

"Oh, remember to tap it again with the sleeping spell next time. I'm still a little sleepy now."

"The vanishing cabinet is broken but you have to lose money."

Malfoy yawned in time, squinting his eyes, and then fixed his gaze on the strong enemy in front of him.

"I didn't have a choice. I want to be a good person now." He raised his wand high and aimed at Voldemort.

"It seems that it is not right to use it here, but it is enough to express your mood."

Malfoy now turned around again, and stretched out his wand in front of the most powerful dark wizard in the field today.

Hermione looked at the scene in a daze.

Her brown eyes are now covered with a thin layer of mist, and the crystal tears are slipping from her eyes.

But at the same time, a slight arc was hung on the corner of the mouth, smiling slightly, and then the curvature of the corner of the mouth gradually became larger, covering her lips with her hand, not knowing whether she was laughing or crying.

Malfoy could not see all of this, and he was now looking at Voldemort intently.

At this time, the Dark Lord is still in extreme shock.

What happened in the moment just now?

The unfavorable Avada Suo Ming was bounced away lightly?

All the people present were in shock.

Even the most powerful sorcerer needs extremely skill to resolve this spell.

Then I don't know how long it took before Voldemort seemed to react.

Asked in a very angry and incredulous tone: "You also betrayed me? Draco?"

"No." He flatly refused.

Everyone around took another breath.

"Because I have never been loyal to you, how can I betray you."

As soon as the words fell, there was another deadly spell on the face.

"Awada Suo Ming!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily, his pale and slender wrist was so powerful, and the wand in his hand exploded with great majesty.

Malfoy didn't even chant a curse, he turned sideways, lightly blocked with his wand, a white light flashed, collided with the strange green light, rubbed a strange arc, and flew straight into the air, and then faded away. invisible.

The air fell into deathly silence.

Only the roaring wind was left.

For the first time, maybe it was the Dark Lord’s mistake, or maybe they heard it wrong—the Dark Lord didn’t use a death spell.

But the second time, this was not a coincidence.

"The wand is flying!" Voldemort's back began to chill.

There must be a problem with the old wand, maybe some problems have been reformed, so that his magic can not be played intact.

Only then can it be explained.

He was nothing but a despicable betrayal, a ridiculous reptile.

How could it be so easy to block his near-killing spell?

Is there another problem with the old wand? He couldn't help but doubt.

Yes, Potter is not his opponent now, there is no restraint, and it is no problem to use his original purple shirt wand.

The majestic magic vibrated around him, and there was a trace of ripples around him. The purple shirt wand appeared from the green misty sky. Voldemort reached out his pale right hand and took hold of his first wand.

"It's ridiculous that the Dark Lord is completely obsessed with the power of foreign objects." The boy raised his eyelids, then squinted again, and said as calmly as possible:

"It's you who has the problem." Malfoy pointed out Voldemort's shortcomings.

"Me, what can I do?" The Dark Lord sneered and said disdainfully.

"Because the Horcrux in your hand is actually fine." Malfoy pointed to the old wand in Voldemort's left hand

"The Horcrux?" Voldemort's pupil shrank sharply in shock, staring at Malfoy.

"What do you know."

When hearing this evil noun, most students are in a state of daze.

Only Slughorn's face suddenly became a little frightened and blamed.

He was supported by the students at this time. The eruption just now lifted him very high, and then fell heavily. Fortunately, he finally cast a floating spell on himself, and he did not cause a heavier tragedy.

"What problem can I have, I, the great, omnipotent, conquer the dead Dark Lord, what can be the problem?"

He seemed to be questioning Malfoy, and he seemed to be asking himself.

"Look at your solid guardian who has high hopes, a person who sings about the appearance of love, is lying on the grass at this time, and humblely dies."

"When the evil dragon, who lives by evil, loses his evil thoughts, even if only for a moment, his power will collapse." Malfoy said calmly.

Voldemort did not understand Malfoy.

"Killing Curse!"

The hearts of everyone around them hung again in an instant.

Was bounced off again.

If it is not known that the person in front of them is the fierce Voldemort, they even think that the green light is not the so-called unforgivable curse-Awada Suo Ming, but just a common, colored spell.

"Why." Voldemort's expression fell into an indescribable frenzy.

"Of course it's because you abandoned your last capital you can be proud of." Malfoy said steadily as if explaining a fact.

Malfoy then remained silent, without resorting to the public.

That capital is the ultimate evil.

That's the price, the price is expensive.

"Let me think about it." Malfoy tapped his forehead deliberately with his index finger, looking like he was thinking.

"Hufflepuff's gold cup." Malfoy extended a finger.

"Slytherin's pendant box." He continued.

"Another heirloom of the Gunter family-Marvolo's ring." Two fingers were raised again.

"Ravenclaw's crown."

"And the diary you gave to my father was destroyed by me."

Every time a noun is spoken, Voldemort's expression is dull.

"So, you killed Nagini too? Really? Just now." Voldemort asked in a whisper.

"It's just a container for your Horcrux, it's not now." Malfoy said his inference.

"The last piece of your soul now should be held in your hand, which is why Dumbledore was seriously injured."

"Nagini, you killed it? You?"

"It's me. After the mental shock you left rushed into my mind, let me share a part of his memory with him," Malfoy nodded.

"I saw... the most brutal Dark Lord in the world, actually did this kind of thing." Malfoy sarcastically said.

"I'm going to let you die with the most painful method of death." Voldemort was completely engulfed in rage, and his white face burst with blue muscles, growling.

Just now, Snape's betrayal did not hit his confidence hard.

Even Dumbledore's "resurrection". Gellert Grindelwald's assists also failed to wipe out his turbulent fighting intentions.

The two old men were solved by him.

However, inexplicable panic is now surging.

"Voldemort ran away!" a student shouted suddenly.

He didn't rush to Malfoy, not even using the extra spell.

He will make a comeback in the future.

Phantom Shift still cannot be used.

But he can still fly.

The large black robe was washed away by the convection air, and it clattered like a giant black bat, gliding with its wings spread.

The Dark Lord under the night sky is so fast.

Then Voldemort felt a disgusting nausea.

The negative emotions of despair, greed, anger, jealousy, and fear are magnified endlessly in an instant.

He raised his staff and looked around.

He quickly stopped his figure, growled, his wand slashed fiercely, and a sharp wind blade hung over.

The glittering silver cloth was scattered from midair, like a broken galaxy under the dim sky.

"That's the invisibility cloak we made." Fred and George were desperately trying to straighten themselves from the stretcher at this time, see clearly, and then said in unison.

The two of them were injured by the explosion they just made. Of course, they took away more Death Eaters.

A terrifying and shocking scene appeared.

Beyond their understanding.

There are at least thousands of dementors floating in the sky. Under the cloak, they wear cloaks and hoods.

The dementors have actually disappeared for more than a year, and no one has ever seen them, and today they appeared in full sight.

In particular, it seems to be on the united front with Hogwarts.

Subconsciously, they felt that this group of monsters and Voldemort were together.

Of course, that's how I think about it.

In any case, more friends are better than more enemies.

"No matter how good the glue can't resist Shenfeng Wuying." Malfoy shook his head. For a long time in the past, he was wearing a cloak for the dementor, but now it seems that Voldemort's spell is still very good. Powerful, and soon destroyed everything.

But now Voldemort has no time to think about why there are so many dementors here, and he has to leave here quickly. But another status quo was before him.

He will not guard the curse.

"Go away!" The man in the air stayed, snarling wildly at the evil creatures.

But the Dementors are indifferent, because they don’t seem to feel fear, because the only thing they fear is the guardian curse.

These dementors seem to be unconscious.

To be precise, they have almost no entity, most of them are bodies, and they are all illusions caused by wearing black cloaks. The gust of wind blows their bodies up and up, as if they have expanded many times.

Actually, the outside is strong and the middle is dry. Except for the shrivelled palm, there is entity, and the whole body is almost empty.

The shrivelled palm stretched forward.

"Awada Suo Ming!" The man growled, waving his wand.

A series of green light burst out without suppression.

It seems to have been hit, passing through the body, but the dementors floating in the sky still did not fall. The magical green light penetrated through their bodies, flew to the sky, and eventually dissipated, like a meteor burned out Have their own strength.

This is not a pure creature, Awada Suo will kill them.

And now the power of his own spells has dropped significantly.

Voldemort came to this conclusion.

Then his body in mid-air tilted slightly to the right, avoiding the curse emitted from the ground.

Under him, the cat with eyes similar to the lace of the frame still dragged his agile body to catch up.

The old lady's Animagus broke out of the agility that ordinary people can't imagine.

Flivi and Slughorn kept running on the grass, firing curses into the sky, trying to stop his movements.

Furong's treatment allowed them to restore their combat effectiveness to a certain extent.

Voldemort was still flying in the sky, and suddenly grabbed an empty space, and rushed over, the only empty space in the entire circle of dementors surrounded by a neat row of queues, revealing a gap.

"Fillius!" Professor McGonagall yelled, "Stop him!"

If Voldemort escaped today, I don't know when he will make a comeback.

This is a great opportunity, Voldemort has no ability to kill them.

Flitwick continued to shoot curses into the sky, and Voldemort waved his "wings" to dodge those dazzling curses.

This group of dementors has no desire to eat, perhaps it is because they feel that he is not happy, and the emotions worth absorbing are nothing.

It's hard to please.

Malfoy just watched silently, watching with cold eyes, watching Voldemort running away, even closing his eyes.

Hermione stood behind him and noticed that his wrists were trembling and there were calves.

She remembered that he seemed to have been seriously injured before.

The heart hung again.

"Help me." Malfoy raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

Hermione froze for a moment before realizing that Malfoy's body seemed to be weak to the limit.

"Is that all right?" Hermione hurried to Malfoy's back and gently supported the crumbling boy.

"It's okay." Malfoy smiled, then his gaze continued to stare at the dim sky.

Voldemort himself could feel that the power from Hogwarts to limit the transformation of the phantom was getting weaker and weaker.

He began to laugh with pride, and then returned to the unprecedented madness, his pale face twisted sharply, and the two slit-like noses temporarily expanded temporarily.

Unspeakable weirdness and cruelty.

He is about to break through the encirclement, leave the anti-phantom area and leave Hogwarts.

Without the Horcrux, as long as he is still there, that is everything, and he still has endless opportunities. .

Horcrux must not be the only way to achieve eternal life.

He is the greatest wizard, and there is nothing hard for him.

After all, he won the battle.

Maybe?

His laughter echoed madly across the Quidditch stadium, making people shudder.

But the turning point is so abrupt.

The hoarse raging waves, complacent, and the laughter came to an abrupt end, and the echoes gradually disappeared in their ears, drifting away, and falling into silence.

Then everyone standing in the ground saw a horrifying scene: Voldemort's figure flying at speed in mid-air suddenly stopped and disappeared by half.

It just disappeared out of thin air, as if swallowed by something.

He seized the emptiness and left.

"Phantom shifts!" Students inexplicably sighed and exclaimed again. Anyway, the enemy left, although it may reappear at some point. However, today they finally survived.

"Hogwarts can't phantom shift! That place is still within the scope of the school!" Professor McGonagall continued to wave her wand. She just alternated the shape of Animagus and the human form just to be on the ground Catch up with Voldemort's speed, because the cat has to be a lot more sensitive. At this time, he has come to the highest point of the stands of the Quidditch Stadium.

A group of students on the ground of the stadium were pointing at Voldemort in the air.

Voldemort's entire body froze, and it seemed to really hit something.

It's like cutting a knife straight with a sharp blade, and the other half is caught in the space of different dimensions.

Many people reacted quickly. It was not a phantom shift. The disappearance of the phantom shift was gradual. The whole body of the caster gradually became transparent, as clear as pure ice, and then disappeared.

Afterwards, a shiny silver fabric slowly fell from the sky, and the silver shining appeared and disappeared in the dark sky.

It is obviously different from the mass-produced clothes just now, the silver light of this dress is more dazzling.

Harry looked silly at the scene in front of him.

He couldn't be more familiar, it was his invisibility cloak.

The most powerful one, the most practical one among the Deathly Hallows.

The half of Voldemort's body that disappeared momentarily appeared again.

In addition, in the midair, they saw a dementor, which was different from the rest.

He took off his hood, exposing his ugly "mouth" and said that it was not too appropriate. It's an ugly sucker.

The Supreme Invisibility Cloak hides Voldemort's peep.

In mid-air, Voldemort's upper body hit the dementor's "mouth" straight, the dementor's shrivelled, acne everywhere, with a rotten scented arm, held tightly.

Voldemort had no room for any struggle, and seemed to be dead.

Soaking up souls is only a momentary thing for Dementors.

Then it spread his hands and released Voldemort's body.

He shook his head quite humanly.

It seems to have swallowed his soul completely, it is not very delicious, there is no fun at all.

The invincible Voldemort defeated Dumbledore and Grindelwald, escaped the death spell he bounced back, and rose again in the dark, but in the end, he died on a poor evil creature.

He died of his own paralysis and died of someone's elaborate scheme.

It must be said that it is ironic.

Countless dementors in inferior clothes are just to create the most effective trap

The Dark Lord's body fell from the sky, the impact was not strong, the soft lawn absorbed a lot of strength, and did not let him fall to the bone. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

The crowd at Hogwarts started cheering.

I also guessed a few points. Of course, most of the truth is still unknown.

Malfoy smiled. Although there was some deviation from the plan, he succeeded.

"Remember to lighten the next time you use a coma spell." He turned back again and said to the girl that he had exhausted his last energy.

Then under Hermione's horrified gaze, she swayed her body a few times, and then fell on the soft grass.

"Draco!"

His last consciousness was Hermione shouting his name in panic.

"Okay." Dumbledore, who was lying on the grass, suddenly stood up and raised his hand.

The tired face showed a dry and sincere smile.