Chapter 476：

The two of them almost lost their balance when Bellatrix, who was opposite them, suddenly had a face filled with surprise.

An ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

Voldemort.

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Voldemort took action.

He waited for a while to confirm whether Dumbledore had been poisoned by him.

After seeing that Hogwarts was in danger under the offensive, but Dumbledore never appeared, Voldemort knew that he had succeeded.

Without John and Dumbledore, Hogwarts could not pose any threat to him at the moment.

Voldemort is gone. With the blessing of the magical star wand, his magic is like a **** walking on earth, with terrifying power.

Slughorn, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick.

The three of them worked together to stop the Dark Lord, but they still kept retreating under Voldemort's attacks.

One person suppresses three people and beats them.

And they are all three powerful wizards.

With level 6 magic power, he was suppressed by one person and had no power to fight back.

Although Slughorn is old and not a combat wizard, he is still amazing enough.

Voldemort raised his wand and spoke his signature magic.

"Avada Kedavra"

The green light flew towards the three of them, and Slughorn dragged his heavy body and tripped over a stone to avoid it.

The green light hit the castle, and the magic above was broken in an instant.

Facing his former teacher, Voldemort showed no mercy.

On the contrary, he looked at Slughorn with extremely cold eyes and said hypocritically: "I thought you wouldn't be so confused, Horace?"

"Such resistance and being my enemy."

With scarlet eyes like snakes, Voldemort looked at Slughorn condescendingly.

"You turned a blind eye to my invitation and came to this already rotten school."

"I once admired you and imitated you to build my own connections. But you let me down, Horace."

Professor McGonagall helped Slughorn up. Facing the proud disciple he once taught, Slughorn said angrily: "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place, Riddle!"

"Don't call that name!"

When Voldemort heard that surname that disgusted him, he became extremely angry.

He raised his wand and fired the Dark Mark into the sky.

Announced to everyone, the fall of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall turned pale and said angrily: "Albus is still in the castle, Voldemort."

"Really? He should be dying soon." Voldemort sneered, "He shrinks up and doesn't show up. Do you think he can really save you?"

Voldemort, convinced that Dumbledore had been poisoned, looked at the tragic situation at Hogwarts.

This place used to be like home to him.

After he graduated, he also applied to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and wanted to stay.

But the principal at the time refused his employment because he was too young.

After a few years, Voldemort thought he had settled down and became proficient in many magics.

The principal at that time was Dumbledore, but he was still rejected.

Twice rejected by the being that he considered 'home', Voldemort's strong feelings for this place turned into a curse, cursing everyone who stole his place.

Now, this home is destroyed.

It doesn't matter. After Voldemort becomes immortal, he will build a new school for this place that belongs only to him.

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Chapter 499 The Fall of Hogwarts

Who can deal with Voldemort?

Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore.

Only him.

Only the greatest wizard in the world can deal with the most evil Dark Lord.

Just as Professor McGonagall and the others have always believed, as long as Dumbledore is still there, nothing will happen to Hogwarts.

This is what the students believe in, their Dumbledore exists.

Hogwarts is divided into two sides.

On one side are the attackers led by Voldemort, and on the other side are the guardians composed of students.

The giant stopped, and the dark creatures were dormant in the darkness, waiting for opportunities to move.

Hogwarts is beleaguered from all sides, and they have only one hope.

"I give you a choice so that you can continue to live in this world."

The high-pitched, shrill voice echoed in Hogwarts, and Voldemort was sure of victory.

"Let me see your sincerity. Start with that savior and hand him over."

Voldemort remembered his prophecy, although that prophecy became insignificant compared to eternal life.

"We have won. The number of you resisters has been reduced by more than half. The number of my men is several times yours. There is no need to continue to resist. No matter men, women or children, any resisters will be killed."

He wants to completely crush the unrealistic hopes of Hogwarts, whether it is the savior or Dumbledore.

"Bring your savior out, and I will crush your last hope."

"It's like a duel, this is your only choice."

Voldemort's voice echoed in Hogwarts, three Professors McGonagall were injured, and Professor Sprout covered his mouth.

Hogwarts was quiet, Hagrid was captured.

Being forced to kneel there, a dozen giants made it impossible for him to break out.

Behind the blasted oak door, students slowly walked out.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and said in an almost pleading tone: "Please, Harry, don't."

Ron also stopped Harry.

Not only the two of them, but all the Gryffindor students told Harry not to go there.

Harry tightened his wand and said decisively: "This is my destiny."

He got rid of Hermione's hand and walked past Ron, ignoring Seamus and Dean's dissuasion.

Only he knows the current situation.

Dumbledore was poisoned, and Voldemort had an absolute advantage. Only he could stand up.

Those who can fight for protection are the saviors!

A path parted in the crowd, and Harry walked out.

Professor McGonagall said in horror: "Don't go there, Harry."

"This is what I have to go." Harry said firmly to Professor McGonagall.

He walked out of the hall.

Although sometimes, he doesn't act very sensible, making people think that he is too impulsive and too emotional.

But he is only sixteen years old.

At this age, he became the one to die without hesitation.

"Why is this happening?" the emotional person cried.

Voldemort was very happy to see Harry come out.

"Come here, yes," Voldemort glanced at Harry with his narrow eyes and said sadly, "Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord?"

Voldemort roared: "Lie!"

"This is a lie that has kept you deceived for fifteen years."

"You think you can become my enemy?" Voldemort let out a mocking laugh, "You should still remember how to duel, Harry Potter?"

Just like they had in the cemetery, Voldemort and Harry stood face to face.

With his heart pounding, Harry squeezed the wand tightly, but did not dare to hold it too firmly.

The muscles in his arms were too tight, making it difficult for him to raise his hands.

"Avada Kedavra! (Avada Kedavra

"Expelliarmus!"

The two of them took action at the same time, and green and red lightning touched together.

A bright light appeared, but it was a one-sided situation.

Without the help of his brother's wand core, Harry would not be able to fight against a master who has been using dark magic for decades.

But even so, all the aura of the savior has been lost.

Harry Potter is still a brave Gryffindor!

The green light quickly approached Harry, reaching the tip of the staff in almost a short breath.

Harry's face was reflected miserably by the green light.

He was so suppressed by this powerful magic that he had to hold the wand tightly with both hands, and was forced to kneel down bit by bit.

"Kneel down, Harry!"

Voldemort's joyful and cruel laughter rang in his ears.

When the green light was about to engulf Harry, beautiful singing sounded to inspire people.

Harry's persistence could not overcome the huge difference in strength, and the green light was about to engulf him in an instant.

The phoenix descended from the sky and swallowed the deadly green light with its life body bathed in fire.

Flames ignited in front of Harry, his wand was scorched black, and he hurriedly reached out to catch the fallen chick.

Voldemort was not surprised but happy, and laughed and said: "Dumbledore, you are finally out."

Dumbledore walked out of Hogwarts in the eyes of everyone's expectations.

Voldemort immediately looked at Dumbledore's hand. Not even one night passed, and three fingers on that hand turned black.

It exudes the curse of decay, death, and malice.

Snape stood in the crowd, his eyes falling on Harry who fell to the ground.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "Let us face each other again, Tom."

"Dumbledore," Voldemort said sadly, "you are only one step away from death. You should regret it all the time."

I don’t know if Voldemort is talking about the fact that he once wanted to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, or if he is talking about something else.

"I've always regretted it, but it's not because of you."

Dumbledore calmly raised his wand.

The two most powerful wizards in the world met for the third time.

Unlike in the Ministry of Magic, now Voldemort is the one with the upper hand.