Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Hogwarts, Harry was invited to the principal's office.

He was confused when he arrived. It was already ten o'clock. He was lying on the bed and talking to Ron about the upcoming Quidditch game. As a result, Knight Cadogan rushed in and yelled, waking up Seamus and others.

Without time to change clothes, Harry ran over in pajamas in a panic.

"Long live Principal Lawrence."

Harry said the password while holding back his nausea, and saw Wayne who was chatting with the Sorting Hat.

"Ven, what happened? Why did you call me here so late?"

"Sit down first." Motioning him to sit down first, Wayne put the Sorting Hat back to its original place, and then said: "The Ministry of Magic will take action against Voldemort tonight."

Harry's expression immediately became excited: "Have you found him?"

"Well, Voldemort is hiding in Lestrange's house, and there are a group of Death Eaters who escaped from prison. The Ministry of Magic has already started to take action. First, clip his wings, and then launch a general attack."

"What do you need me to do?" Harry asked decisively. He knew that Wayne would not call him here so late just to tell him a piece of news.

"Let me tell you the story of Voldemort first." Wayne did not answer.

Harry was a little confused, but still nodded obediently.

"When Voldemort was Tom Riddle, his grades were very good. Almost everyone in the school liked him and thought he would achieve great things in the future, but Tom thought it was normal. He won because he was unique. Since the fifth grade, he began to think about a question."

"What question?" Harry asked curiously. He was still very interested in Voldemort's king.

"How to live forever...how to...immortality."

"In the fifth grade, we are the same age?" Harry's head was full of question marks.

He really didn't understand Voldemort's brain circuit.

In the fifth grade, shouldn't he think about how to win Quidditch and find a beautiful girlfriend?

"Yes, the diary is his achievement." Wayne nodded gently, "It is a kind of black magic called Horcrux. As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, he will not die even if he is hit by the killing curse, but will become a wandering soul that is not even as good as a ghost."

Harry subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead.

"But...isn't the diary destroyed?" Harry looked at Wayne in confusion.

"Generally speaking, dark wizards only make one Horcrux, because making a Horcrux requires tearing their own souls apart, which is a very dangerous thing."

"One Horcrux can also ensure that they live much longer than ordinary people."

"But unfortunately..." Wayne shook his head, "Voldemort is not a human, he is a madman, and the number of Horcruxes he made is more than the final exams you took."

Harry was sweating profusely at this time, "That is to say, if we don't destroy all his Horcruxes, even you and Dumbledore can't completely kill him.Kill him?"

"Right." Wayne nodded.

This is the law of this world. The Horcrux developed by the despicable Herpo is a legendary magic that can match the lich's phylactery.

You can despise the evil of the Horcrux and the greed and fear of death of the maker, but you cannot deny the power of this spell.

"How many Horcruxes did Voldemort make?"

"He only knew six, but in fact there were six and a half."

Harry was stunned.

"Can this thing only be made half?"

"Not half, just a semi-finished product." Wayne explained: "Fourteen years ago, when Voldemort wanted to kill a baby, his magic was rebounded. Because of making too many Horcruxes, his soul was already broken and abnormally fragile. ”

“At that time, Voldemort’s soul, which was hit by the killing curse, broke apart, and the fragments entered the body of the baby, and the baby was called…”

“Harry… Potter…”

Harry didn’t know what kind of expression he should show at this moment.

He just stared at Wayne blankly, his mind was blank.

Sure enough, he was not a savior, nor was he Voldemort’s nemesis.

The reason why he could speak Parseltongue and dream about Voldemort’s movements was because of the soul fragments in his body.

Suddenly, Harry thought of something, his face turned pale, and he said in a difficult tone: “So, if I want to kill Voldemort completely, do I have to die too?”

Wayne watched this scene with interest, but his face remained serious, “What if I say yes? "

Harry felt dizzy, and it took him an unknown amount of time to regain consciousness.

"Can you give me some time to say goodbye to Ron, Neville, and Sirius? Just half an hour, okay?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid not." Wayne shook his head regretfully.

Harry closed his eyes painfully, "Then come on, Wayne, kill me, as long as you can completely eliminate Voldemort, it will be revenge for my parents."

Wayne smiled.

Even though Harry has many shortcomings and his mind is not very bright many times.

But at the age of fifteen, he made the decision to sacrifice himself to save the world, which has surpassed countless people.

Even if he was in Harry's position, he probably wouldn't accept it, but would think of resisting and escaping.

Wayne stopped teasing him, "I mean you don't need to say goodbye at all, things haven't reached the worst situation yet, and you don't have to die. "

Harry opened his eyes in astonishment.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes have not been collected yet. Even if you have to die, you should be the last one."

Wayne smiled and said, "I asked you to come here today just to see if I can take out that piece of soul. When Voldemort is emotional, the connection between you two will deepen, and maybe we can find some clues."

Harry completely collapsed in the chair, his voice wasWith a slightly crying voice: "Wayne, can you finish your words in one breath next time? I have already thought about how to write my suicide note."

Wayne laughed, and the principals on the wall also laughed, and the room was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

On the other side.

After gathering the troops, Crouch immediately led them to set off.

The first stop was the Flint family.

Although the Flint family is also one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, its foundation is not as strong as the Black family and the Malfoy family. The protective magic of the family manor is not strong. Ten Aurors fired a round and shattered the barrier.

"Crouch? What are you doing? Why did you bring so many people to my house!"

Douglas Flint and his son Marcus Flint hurried out, saw Crouch, the leader, at a glance, and questioned angrily.

However, Crouch had no intention of paying attention, and did not even look at the two Flints. Instead, he took out his wand and pointed it at his arm.

"Puff!"

After a dull sound, a spell pierced his arm, and blood instantly dripped onto the ground.

"Flint resisted law enforcement, everyone, you can start!"

"Yes!"

The two young executive officers immediately pointed their wands at the father and son.

"Heart-breaking!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The screams came and went quickly, and soon, the three Flints lay peacefully on the ground.

Kingsley, who was with the large group, was dumbfounded. Seeing Crouch waving his hand, half of the people went out to plunder the Flint family's property. He hurried forward and grabbed Crouch's arm.

"Are you crazy? You are not an Auror, you are a robber!"

Crouch shook off his hand, took out the Phoenix Tear that Wayne gave him, and dripped it on the wound just now.

"Shacklebolt, you and I both know how many things the Flint family did with the mysterious man, but the law forgave them."

"But it's different now." Crouch turned around, staring at him with sharp eyes: "All this is deserved. If you don't like it, just stand by and watch."

"But if you dare to oppose... the torrent of the times will crush you completely." (To read the violent novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Silently, five people have surrounded them without making a sound. Once Kingsley Shacklebolt makes any unusual movements, they will decisively take action.

This is why Wayne values ​​Crouch.

With the motivation to revive his wife and the huge benefits given by Wayne, both the Aurors and the executive officers of the Department of Justice now have a large number of loyal followers.

Let alone asking them to kill the Death Eaters, even if they were to kill Fudge tonight and take control of the entire Ministry of Magic, they would execute the order without hesitation.

Kingsley suddenly felt like a thorn in his back and dared not move at all.

Ten minutes later, the team members responsible for looting returned to their positions.

Crouch's big handWith a wave, he led his men away from the Flint family and headed for the next target location.

Nott, Fly, Parkinson, Shafik

One after another, the 28 pure-blood families were breached tonight. None of those with criminal records were spared, and the Shafik family was directly exterminated.

Back then, the Shafik family tortured and killed more than 20 Muggles cruelly. Only one person stood up and took all the blame and was sent to Azkaban.

Crouch's arm was repeatedly injured and healed several times.

Finally, after leaving the last Carrow family, Crouch led his men to the ancestral home of the Lestrange family.

With the protection of the Fidelius Charm, Crouch knew that the manor was here, but he could not see anything.

He took out a dark ring and threw it to the open space in front.

The ring burst into black light in the air, fighting against the unknown force, snap! Snap! The sound of cracking rang out, and the invisible barrier was broken, and the ancestral land of the Lestrange family finally appeared in front of everyone. []

At the same time, more than a dozen Death Eaters holding wands were ready.

Bellatrix's eyes were full of madness, "Auror? You can find this place, the Ministry of Magic is not all trash."

"But... you will all die here today!"

After saying that, Bella laughed and attacked. She had been hiding for a while and had been holding back a ball of fire in her heart. Although she was shocked that Crouch could bring people here, it didn't matter. As long as everyone was killed, they would not be exposed.

The rest of the Death Eaters were also not afraid. They howled and fired spells. These people had become mentally abnormal in Azkaban and completely turned into lunatics.

The battle entered a white-hot stage at the beginning. Not only the Death Eaters, but also the people brought by Crouch opened their mouths and dug their hearts and bones, and closed their mouths of Avada.

If you don't look at their uniforms, you can't tell which side is the Death Eater.

However, the Death Eaters soon fell into a disadvantage.

The protective gear they bought at a high price was as fragile as paper, while the ones on the Ministry of Magic fighters could even resist the Killing Curse.

These were all props made by Wayne himself. As long as it wasn't the Killing Curse cast by Voldemort, the Death Eaters could resist it two or three times.

In just a few minutes, the five Death Eaters fell asleep. Bella screamed madly, but she couldn't break through the blockade at all, and she herself became precarious.

Voldemort, who had been observing the situation, finally couldn't help it, and a black mist flew over from the back of the manor.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Although Voldemort was stupid, he was definitely not a loser.

The green killing curse turned into a sharp sword, instantly breaking the energy shield on Crouch's body. The air froze. His killing curse seemed to have the characteristics of a killing spell. All defenses were vulnerable to the light.

Crouch wanted to dodge, but theThe coldness slowed his movements, and he could only watch the curse getting closer and closer.

After the sharp tearing sound, there was another dull crash, and a shield appeared in front of him, blocking the killing curse and then shattering.

"What-?" Voldemort looked around and shouted, then he took a breath of cold air: "Dumbledore!"

Crouch's heart was pounding, he looked behind him, Dumbledore stood in the darkness. .