Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Let's go back in time to the moment when Malfoy wanted to lead the Death Eaters to break through Hogwarts from the inside, but was knocked unconscious by the oncoming stun spell.

Soul left the auditorium just before dawn.

That's why he wasn't in the auditorium.

There are more important things waiting for him to do.

And now, this day, September 1st, is this time.

The white marble tomb lies quietly on the hillside behind Hogwarts College. The profound words on the tombstone face the direction of the rising sun.

Sur'an stood quietly in the thickest darkness before dawn, holding the wand in his hand and staring at the east with bright eyes.

Waiting for that moment when the light of dawn breaks through the darkness.

Time passed quietly, and a golden light suddenly lit up at the end of the sight. At the same time, on the white marble tomb, a thin, tiny flame appeared, gradually getting bigger, and the song of the phoenix was in the flame. Completed the change from weak to intense.

It seems to be calling the people I miss to return.

Soul turned his steps slightly, turned his back to the castle, faced the direction of the rising sun, and raised his wand.

A long spell came out of his mouth, and a black and translucent stone slowly flew out. As the spell became louder and louder, it reached a strange frequency with the song of the phoenix, and the air vibrated.

A little white light flashed in the center of the Resurrection Stone, and darkness made its final move before the destined dawn.

After completing all this, the morning sun has risen, and the darkness has completely lost the soil for its survival. Sur looked at the old man moving his body, wiped the sweat on his head, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Long time no see, Professor Dumbledore."

"It has indeed been a while." Dumbledore looked at the red sun slowly rising into the sky, "This is the best sleep I have had in years."

"How's it going? Is everything okay?"

"Just as you planned." Sur looked towards the direction of Hogsmeade Village. All other places had been shrouded in the early morning sun, except there, which was gray and foggy.

"I think the Dark Lord is also ready."

"Then it's up to Harry."

……

The auditorium was in complete chaos the moment Hagrid brought the news. When they heard the name of the Dark Lord, most people showed unnatural expressions of fear. The great villain who was once used by their parents to intimidate them not to do bad things. They are so close.

The eyes of the Slytherin snakes shone, completely different from the other students, especially Crabbe and Goyle, who completely forgot that their fathers were still unconscious on the podium.

"Ha, just wait." Crabbe put down his words fiercely, "One of these people, His Highness the Great Dark Lord will give them a harsh lesson."

"That's right! Long live the pureblood!" Gower raised his hands high and stood on the long table.

"Whoops", a red light shot at him, and Bao Gaoer immediately fell back and fell down.

The Slytherins immediately pulled out their wands, and the attackers were not afraid. The surrounding partners also pulled out their wands and confronted the Slytherins.

"What do you want to do!" Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked off the podium and asked loudly.

Professor McGonagall's authority as a teacher for many years was still useful. The civil strife before a war was completely suppressed, mainly because Slytherins were not all Crabbe and Goyle. They always assessed the situation.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall picked up her wand and made a deafening sound, "Quiet!"

"Since you want to participate." After everyone was quiet, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and spoke calmly, "I must remind you that what we are about to face will be ruthless Death Eaters who will kill without any calculation. .”

"As you all heard, the Dark Lord and his men have arrived in Hogsmeade."

"I can't guarantee that everyone who participated in the war will survive." Professor McGonagall paused, as if remembering something, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"If anyone wants to leave here, you can come forward now. I believe that for students who are not a threat, even the Dark Lord will not and will not dare to harm you."

"No!" As soon as he finished speaking, several students started shouting.

"I'm not leaving, Hogwarts is our home."

"I want to stay too."

"Count me in!"

For a time, the crowd became angry.

And at this time, another voice suddenly sounded. No one could tell where this voice came from. It seemed to be coming from the walls in all directions. The voice was very erratic, as if it came from a distant place, and it seemed like it was coming from a distant place. So close.

"You drove away the principal I arranged, I understand."

The voice was cold, hoarse, with a hint of anger,

Everyone understood who the owner of the voice was, and the auditorium instantly became quiet. Many people shivered, as if the temperature in the auditorium suddenly dropped several degrees.

"But I must remind you that Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort suddenly raised his voice, "He is already dead! It is useless to resist in a corner. No one is my opponent. I don't want to kill you. This is not good for us." For me, losing the noble wizard blood in vain is a fact that I don’t want to see.”

"I know you want to resist, but it doesn't matter..." Voldemort's voice paused, and when it sounded again, there was a hint of confusion in his voice,

"I have always had only one goal. You can definitely think of who I am talking about."

For a moment, everyone in the auditorium turned their attention to Harry.

next moment...

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the boy who put me to shame."

"Hand him over, and none of you will be hurt or killed, and Hogwarts will be safe."

"I will only give you one morning to take Harry Potter to the Forbidden Forest. I will wait for you there. Of course, you can resist, but I hope that you will not regret it for the rest of your life. Oh, no , Those who resist will have no future."

Voldemort's voice stopped abruptly, and the aftertaste rippled in the air. Countless people's expressions changed instantly, especially Crabbe and Goyle from Slytherin.

Those diehards suddenly summoned a group of people, raised their wands, and prepared to rush towards Gryffindor.

Of course, no one would do as they wished, hula la, more people stood up.

The conflict that had just subsided will resume again.

"Everyone is immobilized!" A burst of magic power erupted from the door, quickly covering everyone on both sides of the conflict. Of course, a few unlucky ones were immobilized without doing anything.

"What do you want to do?" Suer, who had just returned to the auditorium, asked softly.

The immobilization spell only controlled their movements, but their voices could still be heard.

"What to do?" Crabbe still looked at Harry greedily in the crowd, "Of course - capture Potter and offer it to the Dark Lord."

"Didn't you hear? Hand over Potter, and none of us will be hurt!" Gore also echoed.

"Really?" Soul gently waved his wand to lift the spell on the person on the other side, and looked at the Slytherins who had not moved behind Crabbe and Goyle.

"But I take it that not all Slytherins make the same choice as you?"