HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The rain is still falling outside the window.

But it cannot wash away sin or take away sorrow.

Dumbledore still told Lucius and Narcissa the bad news. He believed that as Draco's parents, they had the right to see the last things Draco left behind.

The young couple supported each other to prevent themselves from falling.

Harry, who rushed back to get the potion, also learned the bad news. He stood in the office and couldn't believe it.

The light golden potion was poured into the Pensieve, and using Grindelwald's spell, a moving picture slowly appeared above the office.

That was Draco's last memory—

He and Oliver sent a lone Muggle child onto the Ark and continued riding their brooms to the other side of the sea.

The rain was so heavy that the waterproof spell was not very effective. They still couldn't see the road ahead clearly, nor could they tell which was the correct direction.

Confused, Oliver exclaimed, "Draco, look over there! Something is glowing!"

Draco looked in the direction he pointed and saw a faint silver light flying into the sky. He nodded at Oliver.

"Let's go over and take a look!"

Oliver agreed.

The two of them lowered their flight altitude and headed in the direction where the light came from. A strange island appeared before them.

Just as Draco said, it was not an island at all, but more like an altar. The island was surrounded by black tentacles, and there were ten huge rocks forming a circle in the center.

The circle was full of corpses, and blood flowed along the island into the sea, and was absorbed by the tentacles at the edge.

The masked man stood next to the pile of corpses. Percy was holding a sword that was still dripping with blood. His face was pale and expressionless.

"Percy, well done." The masked man patted Percy's shoulder appreciatively.

Percy knelt on one knee. "It is my undying honor to serve you."

The masked man laughed twice: "You, very good!"

Percy looked at the pile of corpses and asked hesitantly, "Is all this blood used to feed the gods?"

"That's right!" the masked man answered him, "Human blood and life will nourish the gods. Don't you see that their power is growing stronger and stronger?"

Percy was a little exhausted, and used his sword to support himself. "The God himself has hunted many humans. Isn't that enough to nourish him?"

The masked man seemed to admire Percy and patiently explained to him, "That's different. Gods rely on the power of faith. The difference between killing animals themselves and offering sacrifices to them is huge."

Draco and Oliver's expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately contacted Queenie at the main control department.

"We found the masked man and Percy in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They were on an island, no, what were they doing on an altar!"

Before he could finish his words, he looked down and met the masked man's cold gaze. His body stiffened and his nails dug into the flesh of his palms to relieve the stiffness brought by fear.

The masked figure raised his wand at him.

"Draco, get out of the way."

"They seem to be performing some kind of sacrifice—"

Draco didn't give up and still lowered his broom and flew towards the masked man and Percy.

Oliver swooped down and used all his strength to fly to Draco, pulled him onto his broom, and then made an emergency climb to avoid the masked man's attack.

A bright red light hit Draco's broom, causing it to explode in the air. The loud noise swallowed up Draco's unfinished words.

Queenie's voice rang out from their ears: "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Wood, are you okay?"

Oliver didn't have time to say anything because a bolt of lightning struck the end of his broom.

The broom lost its balance and fell from the sky, sending him and Draco crashing to the ground.

Ignoring the pain, they both jumped up immediately to defend against the masked man's attack.

Spells of various colors shuttled across the island. The scenes of Draco practicing with Harry in the Room of Requirement gradually became clear in his mind. Draco became more and more courageous, and did not feel any pain even when he was hit in the arm by the explosive curse.

Taking advantage of the moment when Oliver was distracting the masked man, Draco Apparated right in front of him.

With intense hatred, he cast the Avada Kedavra curse on the masked man using all his magical strength.

The dazzling green light tore through the rain curtain, and the entire sea area turned into a dazzling green.

A hand grasped his wand, which glowed green, and kicked him away.

Draco spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at him in disbelief.

why?

Can't the Killing Curse kill him?

He sat there staring blankly at the fight between Oliver and the masked man. The monster didn't avoid any of Oliver's attacks at all and just kept attacking Oliver.

The spell couldn't harm him.

Draco did not give up. He did not want to die here. At home and at school, his family and friends were waiting for him to return.

He had agreed with his parents that once this disaster was over, they would buy the land next to Malfoy Manor and build a Quidditch pitch for him.

Mr. Grindelwald has agreed to take him as his apprentice and teach him those powerful spells.

He also made an appointment with Harry and Luna to hold a real dueling club at Hogwarts and to make a beautiful tombstone for Professor Snape in Godric's Hollow.

By the way, Luna, he and Luna have agreed to go to Finland together to see the northern lights, and he hasn’t yet caught up with the girl he likes.

He opened the small bag tied around his waist that contained the invisible stretching technique and pulled out a heavy laser rocket launcher.

Newt and Taowu helped with the stretching spell, and Harry and Xiya gave him the bazooka.

Before he knew it, he had so many friends.

He struggled to set up the rocket launcher and fired a shot in the direction of the masked man.

The huge recoil made him lose his balance and he fell backwards, rolling five or six meters away.

The huge explosion tore the entire island apart, and the huge rocks on the side were blown away. The red blood mist filled the sky above the entire island, and the strong smell of blood almost made him vomit.

Oliver managed to stand and protected himself with an armor charm.

The dust gradually dissipated, and a huge crater was blown out in the center of the island. The masked man slowly stood up and patted the dust off his body in embarrassment.

A gust of wind blew the hair at his temples, and he suddenly opened his eyes and turned around quickly.

Draco was already behind him, and this was the first time he used the Flying Thunder God of the Taowu Sect.

It worked the first time.

Tao Wu, who was watching this scene outside of her memories, was also shocked by him. Draco, who had always had no ability, could actually fight to such an extent.

She really wanted to praise him.

But there is no chance.

The moment Draco appeared, he saw Percy apparating away from him, holding the sword.

Draco's eyes widened as he figured it out.

However, it was too late.

He used all his strength and punched the masked man hard on the cheek, knocking his face to the side.

"You beast!"

Draco was knocked away by a red curse, fell heavily to the ground, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

“Oh no—”

His vision was already blurry, his throat was full of blood, and he could no longer make a sound.

Lying on the cold ground, the rain hit his face. In a daze, he saw the mask fall to the ground. The man gently bent his wand into two pieces and threw it into the boundless sea.

It was on his tenth birthday that his parents took him to Diagon Alley to buy it.

It doesn't matter, I won't need it anymore.

Countless images and figures flashed through his mind, finally stopping at Snape's departing back.

Draco tried to keep himself awake. He couldn't die here yet. He had to pass on the crucial message.

He looked at Oliver.

Although they were from two opposing houses, the Gryffindor senior immediately understood what the Slytherin student meant.

Oliver threw the wand in his hand to Draco. Although he was not good at casting spells without a wand, he still used Apparition and fainting to fight guerrilla warfare and attract the attention of the masked man.

Draco took Wood's wand, pulled out a bottle from his pocket, pointed the tip of the wand at his temple, drew out a light golden thread, and threw it into the bottle.

Snape taught him that.

The risk of Apparition is still very high. Oliver's arms and face have lacerations of varying degrees, which are wounds caused by separation.

"That's too late!"

Please hurry up!

Draco used his last bit of strength to wave his hand, and an owl landed on his hand. He tied the bottle to the owl's feet and patted its head.

Go, take my clue back—

Luna and Harry will definitely understand the message I am trying to convey.

Two green killing curses flew towards Draco and the owl, and Draco had no strength to dodge.

Oliver Apparated to block the owl, turned around in the blazing green light, and smiled apologetically at Draco.

At this time, he could only give up Draco and keep the important information.

Draco understood his choice and closed his eyes calmly, a hot tear falling to the ground.

The gray owl flapped its wings and flew into the sky, carrying the last hope.