People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Harry Potter is dead. When you gave your lives for him, he escaped." The Death Eaters outside the Castle screamed and surrounded the teachers and students who were resisting in the square.

The castle was silent, Voldemort was too close. They saw You-Know-Who for the first time, and the incongruous features and torso put on one person made him look like a defective product.

The scarlet eyes scanned the crowd, but he did not see the familiar gold.

But he found something else that interested him.

"Draco Malfoy." Voldemort stepped forward, and Nagini left her cage and wrapped around his shoulders.

Draco held his wand tightly and looked at him quietly.

Amid the revelry and footsteps of the Death Eaters, the teachers and students of Hogwarts gathered together.

On an unnoticed tower, a dark cylinder was pointed at Voldemort who was giving a passionate speech below.

"Unfortunately, you made the wrong choice." Voldemort stroked Nagini with a pale finger. "Perhaps, you still have a chance, such as telling me where your parents are, Draco."

Bellatrix laughed loudly, she was gloating.

"It doesn't matter if you don't answer. None of you can escape."

Harry lay on the ground with his eyes closed waiting for an opportunity.

"Harry! Harry!"

Ron and Hermione's voices were shrill, and the students who were inspired by them stood up and cursed the Death Eaters at the top of their lungs.

“Silence!” shouted Voldemort, and there was a bang and a flash of light, and they were forced into silence.

"It's over! Did you see it? Harry Potter is dead. He is nothing. Now you understand!"

"He beat you!" Draco shouted.

His words broke the silence like a spell, and the defenders of Hogwarts began to shout again.

"You are a coward, a coward who only knows how to hide in a dark corner!" Ron roared.

Everyone rushed towards the Death Eaters, with sounds of scuffling and shouting coming one after another.

Voldemort waved his wand and a figure was disarmed and fell heavily to the ground.

"Who is this?" Voldemort said in a snake-like hissing voice: "Neville Longbottom, you are a pure-blood wizard. Your courage and determination mean that you will be a noble Death Eater..."

"I won't go with you unless Merlin is resurrected!"

"Very good!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Neville, "Then use your courage to celebrate our victory!"

Suddenly the whole castle was in turmoil, with what seemed like thousands of people shouting and groaning, and Grawp staggered down from the ramparts.

"Hagrid, you should stop your habit of getting lost. Luckily we got here in time!"

Hagrid smiled awkwardly and responded.

The sound of horses' hooves and bows drawing shook the earth. Sharp arrows flew into the middle of the Death Eaters, who lost their footing and scattered in all directions screaming.

Neville straightened his body and pulled out a silver sword inlaid with rubies from his side.

Amid the noise of fighting, no one could hear the sound of the sword chopping, but it attracted a pair of red eyes.

The snake's head spun high in the dark night sky and fell to the ground, and its body landed heavily at his feet.

The Hogwarts house-elves, led by Dobby and Kreacher, rushed into the rioting crowd wielding table knives.

"Resist the Dark Lord, for my master, brave Regulus!"

Seamus stared at a dusty little face and Blake, Theodore joined the battle, Percy dragged Slughorn, who was wearing a green velvet robe, and the students who stayed behind to fight followed behind.

Molly, George and Fred worked together to defeat Bellatrix. Voldemort was fighting with McGonagall and Kingsley at this time, with hatred on his face.

Harry leapt to his feet and yelled, "Armor!"

A flash of white light appeared on McGonagall and Kingsley.

Voldemort looked around and finally found who had cast the spell.

"He's still alive!" Cheers and exclamations rang out from all sides.

Voldemort and Harry looked at each other as they walked in circles around the clearing.

"Potter, who did you use as a shield today?" Voldemort stared at his face with his red eyes.

"No one, just the two of us. Without the Horcrux, only one of us can survive."

The square suddenly became deathly silent.

Voldemort laughed, and even though his team was reduced to a handful, he still looked at Harry with mockery in his eyes.

"One of us?" he sneered, his tense body making him look like a python about to attack.

"You know, in order to stop you, I'm ready to die..."

"You didn't!" Voldemort shouted. "It's Dumbledore's trick again! You want to say it's his magic weapon, don't you?"

"It's a pity that love didn't prevent his death, and your mother's death, which you had planned!"

Voldemort was spinning in circles, spiraling into madness.

"But he's smarter than you."

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort said viciously, "He is dead, lying in the Baise grave, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Harry did not answer. He shook the wand that did not belong to him and looked at the old wand in Voldemort's hand.

"But you don't stand a chance. I have the Staff of Destiny, the Stick of Death!"

A golden-red light rose from the sky and shone on them at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

With a bang, the shells exploded at Voldemort's feet. The strong green and red lights collided with each other, and shells flew towards Voldemort one after another.

A crack appeared on the shaft of the old wand, and the gap grew larger and larger. With a dazzling yellow light, Voldemort and the broken wand flew into the air.

There was a moment of silence after the heavy sound of the ground falling.

Voldemort is dead.

Killed by the rebound of his spell and the bomb that fell from the sky.

Harry stood there, two wands in his hands, looking down at his body.

The silent square suddenly broke into applause.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-bearded old man in a dark blue robe standing in front of the castle gate.

Standing next to him were Snape, who had long disappeared, and a man in a black suit.

"Dumbledore?!"

"Dumbledore is not dead!"

The overwhelming cheers and shouts were deafening.

Harry and Dumbledore met eyes across the crowd, and the latter nodded at him, just as he had done at the Sorting Ceremony.

Ron and Hermione rushed towards him, shouting, and their incomprehensible shouting seemed to deafen his ears.

"That's cool, bro! I can brag about this forever!"

"Harry, you scared me to death!"

Harry calmed down his two over-excited friends, searching the crowd for familiar figures.

"Where's Afro?"

Hermione stood up straight, turned her head to look at the messy crowd, and shook her head: "I don't know, I haven't seen her since Voldemort came in."

Harry's heart tightened, and he squeezed out of the wizards rushing towards him. He had just walked to Dumbledore's side and hadn't spoken yet when Noah ran out of the hall in a panic.

"Madame Pomfrey! Avro suddenly fainted!"