Listening to the sound echoing between the walls and the floor, Harry turned his head and looked at Albert.
"It's your turn." Albert smiled and said, "How about it, are you scared?"
"To be honest, a little bit."
Harry has been able to face death calmly.
"This is actually normal. If possible, who would want to die?"
"gone."
Harry released his clenched palms, left the Resurrection Stone on his desk, and walked out of the principal's office.
"Are you planning to go on like this?" Albert was quite speechless and called Harry to stop him.
"if not?"
Harry stopped and turned his head in confusion, not quite understanding what Albert meant, but he soon understood why Albert asked that question.
A house elf appeared in the principal's office without warning, bowed slightly to Harry and Albert, and apparated away with Harry.
"You don't seem as confident as you show."
As soon as Harry left, the portrait of Phineas on the wall spoke.
"Yes, no matter who you are, you will be nervous at the most critical moment. I'm right, Professor Dumbledore." Albert didn't pay attention to Phineas's teasing, looked at the night sky outside the window, and murmured: "
It’s finally over.”
After Voldemort's words, the fighting in the entire castle has almost subsided. Everyone is gathering towards the castle gate to watch the legendary decisive battle that determines the outcome of the Wizarding War.
The first to arrive were Voldemort and his dark wizards.
When the dark wizards regrouped, they immediately realized that something was wrong. The originally large group of dark wizards was reduced by more than half.
No one would believe that they would suddenly turn into cowards and run away.
So?
Everyone looked at the ancient castle in front of them, and an inexplicable chill suddenly filled their hearts.
Once upon a time, they were so motivated that they wanted to completely capture the castle, but in less than an hour, their team was reduced to less than one-third of the original number?
How on earth could that castle swallow hundreds of lives in such a short period of time?
No, not just a few hundred people, they were the only ones left on the entire battlefield.
The group of cannon fodder used by Yax to attack the castle disappeared out of thin air.
Perhaps, the number of giants is indeed small, but the number of werewolves is definitely large, but they have never appeared in previous duels.
Where did those werewolves go?
It's impossible for all the werewolves to turn around and run away, then the only possibility is that they all die.
Such speculation really made everyone feel horrified, because everyone soon got a terrifying reason: the Auror coalition of the International Federation of Wizards finally took action against them?
Apart from this, the dark wizards really can't think of any other possibilities.
The dark wizard who partially realized something was wrong had quietly moved back, trying to find an opportunity to leave this damn place.
This move was quickly noticed by other dark wizards who came back to their senses, but no dark wizard made any noise about it because more and more people were willing to give up.
The reason why they joined Voldemort's command was not to serve as cannon fodder and die. So many people died without seeing any benefits.
If this continues, they will have to risk their lives sooner or later.
It's really not worth doing that.
However, Voldemort didn't care about the group of people trying to escape. His eyes were fixed on the group of people who dispersed from the oak door, looking for traces of Harry Potter.
"Are you looking for me?"
A voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
Under the gaze of countless people, Harry walked out of the separated crowd.
"Harry!"
In fact, everyone still can't understand why Harry took the initiative to fight Voldemort and why he wanted to die.
Yes, no one thought Harry could defeat Voldemort in a duel.
Even if someone really needed to fight Voldemort, it wouldn't be Harry's turn.
"Oh, I'm surprised you didn't escape." Voldemort raised his hand to silence the noise behind him.
"Run away, why should I run away?"
Harry and Voldemort looked at each other without fear.
"I thought you would be hiding behind Albert Anderson."
Voldemort looked again at the boy standing in front of him, his lipless mouth twisting, revealing a strange and gloomy smile.
"Actually, I've thought about doing that, but the grudge between us needs to be settled eventually, so I'm standing here now." Harry knew very well that Voldemort didn't care much about him, but he didn't actually care about it either.
point.
"You're right Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived." Voldemort's voice was very soft, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, "It's time to settle the grievances between us, and it's time to end that damn prophecy.
.Come on, let’s have a life-and-death duel, with everyone witnessing it, let me see what you are capable of, and let Dumbledore choose you to go against me.”
"This has nothing to do with it." Harry shook his head.
"Could it be that so-called love again?"
"You really don't know anything!" Harry looked at Voldemort in front of him with pity.
That's right, the guy in front of him didn't know anything at all. He didn't know that his fate had been clearly arranged by certain people a long time ago.
Whether it's Dumbledore or Albert.
"What do you mean?" Voldemort suspected that Harry Potter was trying to anger him.
"People have seen through your little tricks a long time ago." Harry chuckled, "You think you murdered Dumbledore, but you don't know that Dumbledore had chosen the way of his death long before he died.
All of this has been arranged a long time ago, including me standing here to duel with you, including you getting Dumbledore's Elder Wand from his grave, including Snape you killed, and even this
The wizarding war is doomed to fail. Everything was doomed a long time ago, and you still don't know anything."
Voldemort's pupils shrank into two narrow slits, and the skin on his body turned white as a result. Harry Potter's words obviously made him shaken.
"I think everything is in my plan, but I don't know that my life and death have been arranged by others. Now let me send you on your way!"
Harry said something that was enough to make everyone's eyes tremble. He raised the corners of his mouth happily and raised his wand, as if preparing to give Voldemort a fatal blow.
However, Voldemort, who had more experience in combat, had already taken action almost as soon as Albert raised the wand. His hand movements were faster than Harry's. Almost as soon as Harry waved the wand, he chanted a curse loudly.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A deadly green light surged out from the tip of Voldemort's wand and magnified in front of everyone. Before the green light of death completely engulfed everyone's sight, Voldemort also saw Harry Potter holding his wand high and actually smiled.
Harry never used any spells to counterattack. The wand he waved just now was more like a trap to lure him into the bait. Harry Potter, who actively sought death, faced the green light that represented death without any reservation.
And at the last moment of Harry Potter's life, he actually smiled. The smile was so weird that it actually gave Voldemort chills.