"Harry Potter is dead!"

At dawn, the battle had almost come to an end, and the fighting between the two sides almost stalled the moment Voldemort arrived on the battlefield.

The two groups honestly separated and stood facing each other on both sides.

After a night of defending the castle, the Hohenheim side was scarred but barely attrited.

The attack on the castle overnight was fruitless and the number of Death Eaters was significantly reduced.

Voldemort, who didn't care at all that the number of his men was wrong, started shouting about Harry's death as soon as he arrived.

"No……"

Ginny in the field collapsed when she saw Harry being held like a corpse. You are his lover, and they have made a lifelong agreement.

"Quiet! Silly girl! Harry Potter is dead!"

Mr. Weasley on the side stopped Ginny from rushing forward to stop her daughter. It was simply a death blow.

"From now on, you have to believe in me. My absolute power. Harry Potter is dead! It's time for you to take a stand. Come forward and join us...or die!"

A long silence spread in the air, everyone was staring at the most colorful being in the room - Voldemort.

He wandered recklessly in the open space between the two sides, showing off his bald head, noseless face, and his all-black, wide hoodless cloak.

The silence didn't last long, but the first person to stand up was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Whose child are you?"

Neville, who was hobbling with an injured leg, took a few steps towards the focus of the field, causing Mr. Focus to ask questions.

"Neville Longbottom."

"Okay, Neville, I promise to be in my team..."

But Voldemort really didn't expect that this little fat man would interrupt him.

"I have something to say."

But just saying a few words, Voldemort is still very tolerant of this.

"Okay, Neville, I'm sure everyone will be fascinated."

Neville held a dirty hat in his hand and stood there blankly. He spoke very slowly at first, but everyone in the room could hear him.

"you are wrong.

Harry is not dead.

None of them died.

You think Harry is our all hope.

So you just stare at him.

As long as Harry is dead, we will all be afraid of you.

You treat everyone except Harry as ants, whether it's us or your subordinates.

But you are wrong! Voldemort!

I’m not afraid of you, none of us are afraid of you!”

As the speed of his speech gradually increased, Neville pulled out a sword from the hat in his hand - the Sword of Gryffindor, which is a symbol of courage.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly exploded, with the crazy Death Eaters clamoring to kill Neville.

But at this moment, a bright voice sounded in the field:

"That's very good, Neville. The Confinement Halo [Colloportus]!"

A huge, bright halo enveloped all the Death Eaters present. Within the scope of the halo, everyone seemed to be hindered by some kind of force and stopped any activities including casting spells.

Among them, Voldemort, who was showing off his presence in the field just now, was particularly embarrassed.

A halo that was three times larger than an ordinary person was tightly wrapped around his body, one on his hands, one on his feet, and one on his mouth.

Voldemort was now lying on the ground, writhing like a worm, but it was obviously to no avail.

The moment Voldemort was imprisoned, Harry, who had been lying dead just now, immediately jumped up and ran to Voldemort's side, snatched away Voldemort's wand, and then immediately ran far away before stopping.

He sat on the ground and started panting rapidly, showing how nervous he was.

Now, both the imprisoned Death Eaters and Hohenheim were all stunned, forgetting even the cheers of victory.

No one could understand what was happening.

It was at this moment that a large, abnormal black shadow suddenly gathered in the field from nowhere. There was no cover, but the shadow was there.

Not long after, two half-year-old children, a boy and a girl, walked out of the shadows.

After everyone saw the appearance of the two people clearly, the students on Hohenheim's side were obviously relieved.

The two men were both wearing Hohenheim school uniforms and should be friendly forces. Only a few people recognized who they were. After all, they were classmates who had disappeared for three years.

Xingji walked out of the shadows and looked around the field. He lamented that he seemed to be a little late. The war was almost over. He only heard the heroic words of the man who were somewhat different from the original. He missed the rest.

However, after seeing that there were no corpses in Hohenheim's camp, only seriously injured people, I felt a little relieved.

However, Voldemort's words just now really hurt the morale: Harry Potter is dead. Fortunately, Neville is there, otherwise Voldemort would have made a comeback.

So now that the star has arrived, the real victory will be assured.

The first thing to do is morale.

"Hello, fellow Hohenheim students. My name is Gisfogo Cavendish, and I am a student of Ravenclaw House. You may or may not know me. But--I want to ask here.

Just give me a shout."

"What are you sad about?"

"A loved one who was seriously injured?"

"Healed as good as ever [Epliskey]."

In an instant, white light filled the entire place, and the injured person's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Destroyed school?"

“Recover as before [Reparo].”

It is also white light, but this time it is mixed with some silver time attributes. The broken stones return to the original place where they should be as if they were traveling back in time. They are restored to the same place as before, and not only within the scope visible to the naked eye, but within the entire school.

Looking back in time.

Although it is not as fast as the physical recovery just now, it is really not slow at all. Looking at the repairs of various buildings, it can be predicted that the original grandeur will be restored soon.

"Look, everyone, magic is a miracle."

"So what are you sad about?"

"If your relatives or friends are injured or die unfortunately, there can only be one reason! That is your lack of strength! You are wizards! You have miraculous powers! So, tell me now, what are you sad about!!"

"Go hard, go search, go protect! Don't stand still here, you are wizards, you have the glory of wizards!!"

"Go and fight for life with death, and fight with the devil for happiness."

"Use your courage! Use your wisdom! Use your glory! Use your faith!"

He walked over to Voldemort, who was still squirming on the ground, and stepped on his head.

"Voldemort is not terrible, and Harry Potter is not dead."

"Today is your complete victory!"

"Come on, Harry. Give this sinful life a final farewell."

Harry didn't say anything, just took out the snake-tooth dagger he took from Hermione, and walked towards Voldemort step by step. Hohenheim looked at Harry with expectant eyes, and the imprisoned

The Death Eaters began to struggle harder.

Sitting astride Voldemort's head, raising the dagger in his hand, Harry looked directly into Voldemort's ferocious eyes and said:

"It's over, Tom, turn to ashes."

After saying that, he swung the dagger hard towards Voldemort's head.
Chapter completed!