After the green light in their eyes completely disappeared, people who finally reacted were horrified to find that Harry Potter, who had just been engulfed by the green light, had fallen to the ground silently.
he died!
Harry Potter, who was so confident just now, died like this!
"No!"
A shrill scream suddenly cut through the night. Sirius couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He almost rushed out immediately and picked up his godson who fell to the ground.
He really didn't understand why things turned out like this.
Why did Harry take the initiative to fight Voldemort and why did he die?
Sirius's scream was like a bomb thrown into the lake, completely awakening the people who were dumbfounded by this sudden change.
"No, Harry!"
"No!"
"Harry!"
The voices of Ron, Hermione and Hagrid were even shriller than Sirius's. Even Hermione, who already knew the ending, still couldn't accept the cruel fact that Harry died in front of her.
"Fight them! Revenge for Harry!"
After Harry's death, the other survivors were not frightened by this. Instead, they became agitated and planned to fight to the death against Voldemort and his minions.
It's not that they lost their minds because of Harry's death, but everyone discovered that after Voldemort used the "Avada Kedavra" to kill Harry, he himself seemed to have been severely damaged, and his whole person actually became shaky.
It looked like he might collapse at any moment.
In the eyes of all the rebels, this is undoubtedly the best opportunity to kill Voldemort.
They would never allow themselves to miss the opportunity that Harry used his own life to create for everyone.
"Owner!"
Yaxley quickly called the other dark wizards to come up to prevent the angry group of guys from taking the opportunity to sneak attack Voldemort. He himself quickly went up to help Voldemort, but was blocked by Voldemort's hand. Now Voldemort will never allow himself to expose any trace of his identity.
weak.
"Quiet!" Voldemort shouted.
After hearing a bang and a flash of bright light, the originally angry people fell silent due to Voldemort's intimidation.
"You all saw it, Harry Potter died, just like a bedbug that I crushed to death easily in front of you."
Voldemort forcibly suppressed the strangeness in his body and the doubts in his heart, and walked back and forth in front of the dark wizards as a proud victor, announcing to everyone his victory and the death of Harry Potter.
"Do you understand now?" Voldemort glanced at Harry Potter's body with contempt and said sarcastically, "Harry Potter is nothing at all, a little boy who relies on others to sacrifice for him. The so-called savior, the so-called savior
The Boy-Who-Lived was a joke from beginning to end, and you are just a bunch of wretches who were deceived by Dumbledore."
"Oh, is that really true?"
A voice suddenly interrupted Voldemort's words. People turned around in surprise and looked at the man who came out of the separated crowd.
"Albert!"
The words that people were about to say were swallowed back into their stomachs by Albert's pressing palm. They just stared blankly at Albert walking through the crowd to the front of the team, calmly confronting Voldemort.
Albert did not look at Harry Potter's body, but looked at Voldemort in front of him with the calm eyes of a dead person, and repeated softly: "Is this really the case?"
These words seemed to contain some kind of terrifying power, forcibly suppressing Voldemort's power.
"Harry Potter is dead," Voldemort said arrogantly.
"I know."
"Now it's your turn to die."
Voldemort tightened his grip on the death stick, and his pale face became more and more ferocious.
It is undeniable that Voldemort's current condition is indeed not very good, but he is confident that he can completely kill the mudblood in front of him with the death stick in his hand.
Albert did not answer Voldemort's words, but asked, "Why do you think you killed Harry Potter yourself?"
"There is no point in arguing. Harry Potter is dead. He died in front of you. Everyone can see that it was Voldemort who graciously gave him death." Voldemort raised his neck proudly, barely using his nostrils to see.
People.
Normally, Voldemort would never talk nonsense to Albert, but today he didn't mind talking more nonsense to Albert in order to recover from that bad state.
"That's just what you think." Albert shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, you are wrong."
"Oh, you think Harry Potter is not dead yet?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously, as if he was considering whether to crush Harry Potter to ashes.
"Harry Potter actually chose to face death on his own, just like Dumbledore back then." Albert waved his hand and motioned for Sirius to hold Harry's body and retreat.
"What's the meaning?"
Voldemort suddenly had a bad premonition. He knew very well that Albert Anderson did not take action directly, but was talking nonsense to him here. There must be some ulterior reason or purpose.
"In order to turn you into an ordinary mortal again, Harry gave me the opportunity to kill you, so he chose to actively embrace death and let you kill him personally and destroy the close connection between you personally," Albert said.
Words that left Voldemort extremely stunned.
These words actually explained to everyone that he didn't know whether Harry could be resurrected, but Albert didn't want people to think that Harry was killed because he challenged Voldemort over his own abilities.
"He, Harry Potter, is actually your last Horcrux." Albert raised his lips happily and said, "And after losing all the Horcruxes, you are now just a mortal who can be killed.
"
"Harry Potter is my last Horcrux?" Voldemort muttered to himself.
He didn't want to believe it, but the bad premonition broke through his head and exploded in his head.
"The Ravenclaw diadem you hid in the Room of Requirement has been destroyed a long time ago. It should be regarded as the first Horcrux destroyed by Dumbledore. By the way, that diadem was found by me accidentally.
Leave it to Dumbledore." Albert looked at Voldemort with pity like a movie king and said, "So, that collapsed garbage mountain was actually collapsed by me, with the purpose of leaving you in the garbage pile.
Please waste more time so that I can cut off the helpers around you."
"That's enough, go to hell, Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort had had enough of this rude guy in front of him, and took the initiative to raise his wand and shoot an extremely deadly curse at Albert.
"What makes you think you are my opponent?"
Albert raised his wand and also fired a fatal spell, which directly hit Voldemort's Avada Kedavra. The two spells began to collide violently with each other.
However, to everyone's surprise, Voldemort actually fell into a complete disadvantage in terms of magical power, and just watched helplessly as the golden curse pushed the green curse slowly towards Voldemort.
