The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 692 Mortal
As everyone's eyes continued to search for Voldemort, Ada waved the Elder Wand in her hand repeatedly, and the dark blue-black flame rolled back into the sky under her command.

The billowing flames met in the sky and turned into arcs of light in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of arcs of light intertwined in the Hogwarts playground, finally forming a large dome-shaped net, a cage made of flames.

The cage of flames interwoven between heaven and earth was silent as if it was frozen, but if anyone dared to challenge this net of heaven and earth, dared to break free from the shackles of the net, he would surely feel the burning of the body and the scorching of the bones and the gnawing of the heart by the flames.

The black fog that had disappeared gathered again, and Voldemort's figure appeared. The Dark Lord had nowhere to escape and had to fight to the death. He had no choice, killing Ada was his only chance to escape.

The narrow pupils in Voldemort's red eyes were filled with hatred. He hated it! He was unwilling to accept it!

He hated Dumbledore who was already dead but still plotted against him, he hated Harry Potter who escaped from his grasp several times, he hated Esmeralda Drizzt who always obstructed and resisted him, he hated Snape who betrayed him... He obviously trusted him so much...

Voldemort hated everyone present. He wished he could skin each and every one of them and grind them into ashes.

But Voldemort knew better than anyone that he was totally incapable of doing this.

Things have changed over time. It was always Voldemort who pushed others into desperate situations, but today, he himself was the one who was in danger, with his life or death uncertain. How could Voldemort accept this?
Seeing Ada approaching him step by step, Voldemort was filled with fear of death, and his hand holding the wand was shaking uncontrollably. He knew that the final moment was coming, and there was only a thin line between life and death.

"Are you going to kill me, Drizzt?" Voldemort said loudly, narrowing his scarlet eyes and constantly adjusting his state.

"I have to admit that simply taking your life would not satisfy me," Ada said calmly as she continued to walk towards Voldemort.

It seemed that Ada no longer had anything to fear in the world, and nothing could disturb her leisurely stroll. From the moment Voldemort jumped out of the Great Hall, Voldemort had already lost the duel.

"You should live, live in pain, and spend every day of the rest of your life in pain. This is the greatest punishment for you."

Voldemort said viciously: "Death! Death is the worst! Only death!"

"What a fool," said Ada, still approaching Voldemort, moving forward unhindered.

She continued: "Your great weakness, Tom, is your inability to understand that there are things far worse than death."

Voldemort could no longer endure this kind of pain. Every step Ada took seemed to be stepping on his heart - every time she raised her leg, it was like drawing a dagger, and every sound of her shoes hitting the ground was the sound of the dagger piercing her heart!
"Avada Kedavra!"

A beam of green light shot out from Voldemort's wand.

Ada simply turned her body to avoid the curse. She said: "You are afraid of death, so you have shattered your soul; you are afraid of death, so you attach too much importance to the prophecy and are too obsessed with Harry Potter.

I have never understood why you are so obsessed with killing Harry Potter yourself."

This question troubled Ada for a long time.

Just like Dumbledore could never understand Ada's train of thought, Ada also couldn't understand what Voldemort was thinking and why he was so stubborn!
Putting aside the issue of Harry being a Horcrux, since Voldemort himself couldn't hurt Harry, why didn't he send his Death Eaters to deal with Harry?
Even if the Death Eaters couldn't kill Harry, they could at least catch him!
There are so many Death Eaters that they can't even catch a student who hasn't graduated yet! No way! No way!

If magic can't kill Harry, then use physical means, such as a knife, an axe, or just a volley of bullets to kill him. If that doesn't work, you can also lock Harry up and torture him every day.

There are always more solutions than problems, but Voldemort is determined to kill Harry with his own hands.

By the time the Dark Lord changed his mind, it was too late. He had already missed the opportunity to imprison Harry Potter. Voldemort naturally would not satisfy Ada's curiosity. He used the wand in his hand instead of his mouth. Another killing curse flew towards her, and Ada dodged it again.

The difference was that this time Ada raised her wand and started fighting back, and a bright white light flashed across the playground.

The power of the gift of liberation was so great that Voldemort had to conjure up a shining silver shield out of thin air to resist it. The spell hit the shield, making a low gong-like trill and leaving a small dent on the surface of the shield.

Voldemort, hiding behind the silver shield, shot out another green light, and this time it was Ada who raised her shield to defend.

The two parties in the duel were obviously two wizards standing at the top of the magical world, but they looked like two first-year students. They just turned the exchange of sparks into the exchange of deadly spells.

Even though it didn't look fancy at all, the hundreds of people watching still felt their scalps tingle.

Ada and Voldemort fired spells at each other, and even if one of them was hit by a hair's breadth, the god of death would mercilessly swing his scythe and take the life of the person being cursed.

Time passed by, the morning sun became brighter and brighter, and the two duelling men were finally going to decide the winner. It was a matter of both survival and death.

"Avada Kedavra!" From the beginning of the battle until this moment, Voldemort had recited the Killing Curse so many times that he probably couldn't even count it himself.

Ada raised the Elder Wand above her head and swung it like a whip, shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"

A Killing Curse as blue as the sky leapt out of the Elder Wand. Two Killing Curses of completely different colors and light collided, and the explosion caused by the impact was deafening, as if someone had detonated a bomb on a playground.

Everyone saw the azure light becoming brighter, saw the pale green light fading little by little, saw the blue light gradually approaching Voldemort, and saw the blue light hit the silver shield solidly!

However, the solid silver shield failed to block the killing curse. The shield shattered with a bang, taking with it all of Voldemort's hopes.

The Killing Curse hit Voldemort's chest accurately, and blue light covered his body in an instant.

The blue light faded, and Tom Riddle was seen lying on the ground, dead like a mortal. His body no longer had any vitality, and his snake face was empty and blank.

Voldemort is dead, killed by Ada's Killing Curse.

There were no cheers, no shouts. People were collectively stunned at this moment, and the Scottish Highlands seemed to have turned into Silent Hill.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Suddenly, Hogwarts was like a flash flood. The noise, shouting, cheering, and roaring instantly merged into one, shaking the earth.

Win! This time it's a real win!

Everyone was venting and celebrating to their heart's content. Everyone was shouting loudly, venting their fear of the war and Voldemort, celebrating the end of the war and Voldemort's demise.

Everyone hugged each other tightly, hundreds of people gathered together, with you in me and me in you.

The dark cloud that had shrouded the British wizarding world for decades was dispelled, and this long nightmare was finally over.

(End of this chapter)