After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

In fact, he had expected it.

That mysterious prophecy has been with us since the beginning, and now it seems that the end it points to is finally coming.

It all started with him and ended with him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions surging in his heart.

Draco on the side held his hand tightly, giving him silent support and encouragement.

Harry felt the warmth coming from his palm, shook it back with a little force, and then slowly let go of the other person's hand.

When he took the first step, the entire space seemed to freeze.

There was a suffocating atmosphere of tension all around, and the eyes of Voldemort's followers - the Death Eaters - were all focused on him like torches.

Their eyes showed both loyalty and fear towards Voldemort, as well as expectations and awe towards Harry.

However, Harry was used to such stares.

Having experienced countless life and death tests, he is no longer afraid of facing death or killing.

However, at this moment, as he walked towards Voldemort step by step, a strange feeling quietly came over him.

It’s like every gripping story is about to enter its final chapter, and the protagonist always feels an inexplicable confusion.

Harry couldn't help but think of his own life. If he had to divide it into stages, it could undoubtedly be simply divided into two parts: one was before he met Draco, and the other was after he met Draco.

During that long and lonely time, he lived with relatives, living a life of dependence and care for others.

At that time, he was helpless and felt as if he was in a dark abyss, unable to find a way out.

However, the gears of fate began to turn, and when he met Draco, everything changed dramatically.

From then on, he had friends, partners and lover, and his life became colorful.

He saw a wider world.

He has slowly let go of the sadness and pain of the past.

Back then, when he first met Draco, he often thought that perhaps all the suffering he had experienced before was for the sake of meeting Draco.

However, Draco saw it very differently.

No one is born to suffer pain. The unfair treatment Harry suffered only shows that this is entirely a problem of the Dursley family itself.

That's what Draco said.

Harry's eyes gradually hardened.

At this moment, Voldemort was half-closed his eyes, and the arrogance of the past had long disappeared from his scarlet pupils. Instead, there was only endless fatigue and full of unwillingness.

When he saw Harry slowly walking towards him, he tried to raise the wand in his hand, but soon realized that the magic power in his body was almost exhausted. Even his arms were shaking limply, and he was unable to cast any effective magic.

Voldemort's eyes were empty and confused. Perhaps it was the shadow of death that was approaching step by step, causing his usually chaotic mind to regain some clarity at this moment.

For a moment, countless complicated thoughts flooded into his mind like a tide, causing him to fall into deep thought.

Quirrell, the Philosopher's Stone... the Triwizard Tournament, the magical water curtain... the prophecy...

Everything was like a carefully choreographed grand performance.

Behind this series of events, it seems as if there is an invisible big hand manipulating everything in secret, playing with all people and things in its palm.

And poor him, like a puppet at the mercy of others, being led by an invisible hand, playing his role involuntarily in this absurd drama.

The funny thing is that he was completely unaware of this, and even felt complacent, immersed in the illusory dream he had woven.

It can be imagined that the mastermind behind the scenes will never let him go easily, let alone give him a chance to come back to life.

All of his Horcruxes had probably been dealt with completely, leaving no trace.

As for Nagini...

Voldemort rolled his eyes with difficulty and looked towards the place where Nagini had been hiding.

However, the person who appeared there was not a familiar figure, but someone he did not expect - Kantan Crusnot, a subordinate he had always believed to be loyal.

"Hehehe..." A low and sinister laugh came from Voldemort's dry throat.

Yes, he should have expected this day to come, right?

What on earth makes him so sure that everyone will be devoted and loyal to him?

It was only then that he suddenly realized that, besides those incompetent Death Eaters who obeyed his orders out of fear of his powerful power, the only one who was truly loyal to him was Bellatrix, who was madly infatuated with him...

He used all his strength to slowly and with difficulty raise his head.

Every movement he made seemed like he was carrying a heavy burden, but even so, his eyes, filled with unwillingness and despair, still looked around stubbornly.

However, no matter how hard he searched, the figure that had been lingering in his mind and made him think about it day and night never appeared.

Ha, Severus...why...don't you want to come see me...

At the same time, Harry stood resolutely in front of Voldemort.

He stood tall and straight, like an indestructible mountain, looking down at the demon in front of him that once brought endless darkness and fear to the entire magical world.

Memories of the past flooded into Harry's mind like a tide. He thought of his loved ones who had died at the hands of Voldemort and the innocent lives that had been killed.

The flames of anger burned fiercely in his heart, burning more and more fiercely, almost swallowing him whole.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry raised the wand in his hand high with a low and resolute spell.

A dazzling green light flashed at the tip of the wand, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, shooting straight towards Voldemort with the power to destroy the world.

Voldemort's body trembled violently, and then his originally hideous and distorted face froze in an instant, his eyes widened, revealing a confused look.

The green light penetrated his body unhindered, and shocking cracks appeared on Voldemort's body.

The remaining dark magic in Voldemort's body was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. It quickly melted and disintegrated in an instant until it completely disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed in this world.

His body also began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into countless fragments that drifted away in the wind...

Just a few seconds before his consciousness faded, an unprecedented sense of relief suddenly surged into Voldemort's heart.

All the hatred, desire and obsession seemed to disappear at this moment. He was finally liberated and bid farewell forever to this world that had made him obsessed and painful.

His life was like a long and rugged road, full of thorns and fog. It was difficult for him to find many beautiful things that could truly touch his heart and make him smile from the bottom of his heart.

As the curtain of life slowly fell, the last thing that flashed through his mind was that cold and indifferent face - Severus...

With the end of Voldemort's sinful life, the air around him seemed to have unloaded its heavy burden, gradually becoming light and relaxed.

Those Death Eaters who once followed Voldemort and aided him in his atrocities have now become helpless and have been captured and subdued one by one by the righteous saints.

Their eyes were filled with endless despair, because they knew that they had fallen into an abyss from which there was no escape, and their fate was already doomed and could not be changed.

Narcissa walked slowly to Harry's side. She raised her hand gently, patted Harry's shoulder, and said softly, "Harry, you succeeded! With your courage and wisdom, you saved the entire wizarding world."

Harry slowly turned his head and looked at Narcissa, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he nodded slightly in response.

Then, his gaze shifted again and stopped on Draco not far away.

Draco smiled slightly, and instead of standing still, he walked forward and finally stood side by side with Harry.

At this moment, the saints around could no longer suppress their excitement and broke into thunderous cheers.

This passionate cry was like the surging waves, echoing for a long time over this land that was once swallowed by darkness and shrouded in haze.

The warm sunlight penetrates the clouds and pours down, covering the earth like golden silk.

The brilliant light shone on everyone's face, sparkling as if symbolizing that the light of hope had returned to the world, bringing the dawn of new life and brightness.

On the other side of the water curtain, people's cheers were deafening and one after another.

They danced with excitement, releasing their inner joy and excitement.

Many people's eyes were wet, but they were unaware that their tears had already blurred their vision.

Voldemort was finally completely eliminated. This demon that once brought endless fear and darkness to the wizarding world has now disappeared forever.

With his defeat, the wizarding world ushered in the long-awaited true peace.

In this fierce battle, Narcissa and Lucius showed amazing strength.

They have been hiding their strength all along, but now they are showing it to everyone without reservation.

This amazing performance instantly silenced those opponents who had been jealous of them and had repeatedly provoked them.

These competitors who usually jump around happily now look like eggplants hit by frost - wilted.

They originally just wanted to use some tricks to cause some trouble to the other party, but they never thought of putting themselves in danger of life and death.

After all, who would want to joke with their own life?

They just want to trip you up, not kill you.

After the war, Narcissa's life became increasingly busy.

Due to her outstanding leadership skills and extraordinary wisdom, the Ministry of Magic in Britain and Germany almost became her "one-man show".

Whether it is a major decision or daily affairs, her opinion often plays a decisive role.

Not only that, the Ministries of Magic in other countries were also gradually infiltrated by Narcissa's influence.

However, her ambitions go far beyond this.

Although the wizarding world already has a considerable sphere of influence, Narcissa's vision is not limited to this small world.

Her people can also be seen in the government agencies of ordinary human society.

Although the place was full of cunning politicians and intrigues, Narcissa never got tired of it.

For her, dealing with others and outsmarting powerful enemies is a great pleasure in itself.

Especially in the UK, the political environment here is relatively simple and lacks sufficient challenges for her.

But even so, she still enjoys such a colorful life, immersed in the game of power and intrigue.

Under the careful management of Lucius, a shrewd, capable and visionary leader, the huge industry owned by the Malfoy family is like a shining pearl, thriving in a peaceful and stable environment, and expanding and growing at an astonishing speed.

Today, the Malfoy family's wealth has long surpassed the category of simply being the "richest in the wizarding world". It is no exaggeration to say that even if we look at the whole of Britain, they are well-deserved to be called the richest.

At the same time, in the world of ordinary humans, a mysterious group of wizards are quietly but firmly integrating into it.

Communication and cooperation, which were once considered taboo, have now become increasingly frequent and close.

The saints, who were already gradually improving others' views of them, became even more famous after the war.

Under Narcissa's instructions, they took on the responsibility of restoring order in the magical world.

They conducted in-depth research and analysis on the various drawbacks and shortcomings that existed in the past, and after careful consideration, they formulated a series of new magic rules that were more stringent but also more reasonable.

These rules are like a solid barrier, ensuring that every wizard can fully display his or her unique magical talents in an absolutely fair and just environment.

The families that had suffered cruel persecution during Voldemort's rampage finally emerged from the shadows after a long period of recuperation and regained their former glory and vitality.

The once broken trust relationship was slowly repaired and rebuilt like a thawed glacier in early spring.

The barriers between people gradually disappear, replaced by mutual understanding, respect, friendship and mutual assistance.

On such a beautiful day with sunny days and clear blue skies, the ancient and solemn Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ushered in an unprecedented grand celebration.

Wizards from all over the world set foot on this magical land with joy and anticipation.

They brought with them magical wines that had been treasured for a long time by their respective families and brewed with exquisite skills, as well as a wide variety of mouth-watering magical foods.

For a moment, the campus was filled with the rich and intoxicating aroma of wine and food, which made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.