From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 344: Death Grip
"Don't call me Tom! I am Voldemort!" Voldemort, who had just been freed from the control of his wand, shouted and turned his head to look at the surrounding scene.

Under his feet was still the cemetery of Little Hangleton Village. The fragments of the tombstones shattered by Voldemort's spell were still clearly visible, but the hillside and Riddle's old house in the distance had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a dark forest.

Opposite Voldemort and the Death Eaters stood an old wizard with gray hair and beard, a handsome and calm young wizard, a short and fat wizard wearing a wrinkled top hat, two anxious professors, two young wizards who had not yet figured out what was going on, and a warlock who had just completed a tattoo of his familiar.

Ivy used the Fiery Curse and the spell left on the Phoenix Feathers in advance to construct a giant teleportation array, teleporting all the covered objects and creatures to the open space in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. In this space, no one can use Apparition to leave the battlefield, unless they make a door key on the spot, or use other magic props to physically leave the magical coverage of Hogwarts.

However, Ivy's teleportation magic, which has a completely different origin, can work normally.

"Come here! Harry!" Lily Evans had no one else in her eyes except her injured son. She loudly reminded Harry to quickly leave the encirclement of the Death Eaters.

While the Death Eaters were still looking around, Harry crawled back to his mother and threw himself into his arms.

"Lucius, Narcissa," Ivy said, "say goodbye to Tom. This will be the last time you will see him."

The Malfoys saluted to Voldemort and walked briskly towards Ivy.

Voldemort, standing behind them, was trembling all over, almost gnashing his teeth with anger, but he dared not act rashly, because Dumbledore and Ivy were watching him from a distance. The battle between top spellcasters could not allow any distractions, and it was very likely that Voldemort would die here in just a moment of reciting the Killing Curse.

"So, Tom's last Horcrux was also destroyed?" Dumbledore asked as he looked at Lucius and Narcissa standing behind Ivy.

Lucius looked at Ivy inquiringly, and when he nodded, he said briefly: "Lord Doom just wants me to destroy the big snake beside him."

"A living Horcrux," Dumbledore nodded. "You are still as corrupt as ever, Tom. Unfortunately, today your evil deeds will come to an end."

"Absolutely impossible!" Voldemort sneered. Although he was very surprised that Ivy and Dumbledore knew the secret of his Horcrux, he thought that all the protection measures were in place and he would never believe anything coming out of their mouths.

"Seven is a magical number." Ivy could hardly hold back his smile, because the next part was his favorite, killing someone and destroying their soul. "You plan to divide your soul into seven parts to increase your power, so you need to make six Horcruxes."

"Even the wizard who invented this magic would never have thought that there would be such a daring newcomer who dared to play with his soul." Ivy shook his head. "That's not your area of expertise, Tom."

“…You found Sgraughorn, didn’t you?” Voldemort immediately began to guess where Dumbledore and Ivy learned of his plan to create six Horcruxes. Apart from the Slytherin Dean whom he had asked when he was in school, Voldemort could not think of a second place where the clue could have been leaked. “I should have killed him long ago! Instead of letting him live out of soft-heartedness!”

"You really started planning to make Horcruxes when you were in school. Myrtle, who died in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, was the first victim of your evil plan..." Dumbledore sighed, "You are wrong, Tom. Horace did not give me the real memory. Although he covered up that memory very poorly, he has not betrayed you. Ivy learned about it from other channels."

"Your diary." Under Voldemort's doubtful gaze, Ivy continued, "This is the first Horcrux I have ever seen. Think carefully, what did you do to that diary?"

"I... left behind a memory..." Voldemort felt cold sweat running down his hairless head.

"The soul is not an area you are familiar with, Tom." Ivy nodded. "From the Horcrux you left behind, I glimpsed your plan to divide your soul into seven parts, but I also saw the fatal flaw in your plan - you did not use any magic to protect your soul."

“Impossible! I have put so much effort into this!” Voldemort roared in anger, “Each Horcrux has a curse that is lethal! If we don’t know about it in advance, no one can escape from those curses!”

"Yes, Tom." Ivy did not show any emotion because of Voldemort's sudden raising of his voice. "You used dark magic to protect the Horcrux, but what about the soul inside? You know nothing about the soul, Tom."

Preserving one's soul as an object is not a technique unique to dark wizards. Liches in the DND world transform their bodies into undead creatures to achieve eternal immortality. They also preserve their souls in objects called phylacteries. As long as the phylacteries still exist, the liches will never truly end.

This kind of self-transformation magic is a kind of advanced necromancy. The wizard who takes this step has completely abandoned his decaying body and transformed himself into an immortal spirit. Voldemort wanted to make Horcruxes while keeping his body, which would only make his mind and body doubly polluted by dark magic. To some extent, this accelerated his demise.

In fact, since the ancient Greek wizard Hercule invented the Horcruxes, no wizard has ever achieved immortality with the help of Horcruxes. From the beginning, Voldemort chose the wrong way to escape death. Not only did he fail to escape the arms of death, but he plunged into it, like a blind mouse falling into a rice jar. The more he eats, the faster he dies.

"The first one was your school diary. You gave it to Lucius, hoping that it would be used as a weapon to disrupt the order of Hogwarts. Your original intention was to use the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets to cause murder in the school and use it to attack Dumbledore for his dereliction of duty as the headmaster. Unfortunately, this conspiracy was not successfully launched until you became a wandering spirit."

"The second one is Marvolo Gaunt's Peverell Ring. You stole it from your uncle Morfin Gaunt and used his wand to murder your biological father and his family. Then you placed it in the dilapidated old Gaunt house, and there are many curses on it that can cause death. If someone is interested in it, then death on the spot is the most likely thing to happen."

"Salazar Slytherin's locket and Helga Hufflepuff's gold cup are the third and fourth respectively. You used the house-elf Hokey to murder Hepzibah Smith and hid the former in a seaside cave, while the latter was given to Bellatrix Lestrange for safekeeping in Lestrange's vault. If it weren't for the help of Lucius and Narcissa, it would have taken me a lot of effort to get it from Gringotts without anyone noticing."

"Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem is the fifth one. You got the location of the diadem from the ghost of her biological daughter, and then took advantage of the opportunity to go to Hogwarts for a job to hide it in the Room of Requirement. You thought no one was more familiar with the structure of the castle than you, but what you didn't know was that a hundred years ago, the Room of Requirement was a place I treated as my home. I knew everything in it, not to mention such a conspicuous eagle diadem."

"As for the giant snake Nagini that just died, it is the sixth one. You should have made it into a living Horcrux in the forest of Albania." While counting Voldemort's Horcruxes, Ivy removed the camouflage magic on his body and revealed the crown on his head and the golden cup he always carried with him to prove the truthfulness of his words.

The blood in Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed for a while. Hesitation and fear had long filled his brain. He didn't expect that someone would study his past so thoroughly. But he still found a blind spot - Nagini was a Horcrux he created not long ago. No one knew about it except himself. Even Barty Crouch and his son, who had turned to ashes, saw this living Horcrux only after finding Voldemort. How could Ivy, who was far away in England, have predicted it in advance?

“You must have used a time-turner!” Voldemort gnashed his teeth and said, “You must have used a time-turner! Otherwise, you wouldn’t have known about Nagini’s existence in advance! I’m willing to kill me even if I let you travel through time. It seems that I will indeed rule the entire wizarding world in the future!”

"Hahaha..." Ivy laughed at Voldemort's outrageous guess. "No, no, no, this idea is too outrageous. You don't rule any wizarding world, and I'm not the one who uses a time converter to go back from the future to the past. Remember the Grim Reaper you dreamed of in the Black Forest of Albania? That was my spell. I used magic to create a realistic dream and gave it to you who was thousands of miles away. At the same time, it also left an indelible mark in your mind."

"...You asked me to make a Horcrux?" Voldemort asked in shock. Until now, he could still recall the nightmare he had a few years ago. After all, the mental damage caused by dream magic was real.

"To be precise, I just increased your attention to living Horcruxes." Ivy said calmly, ignoring the looks from others around him. "Because you are still the one who made the decision to create the Horcrux. I just affected the range of your choice of materials. A living Horcrux will naturally wither. Even if no one can find it after you die, it has a future that is destined to be destroyed."

"I have never imagined a living Horcrux before... How do you know it will succeed?" Voldemort had too many questions and was unwilling to accept. He had just completed his resurrection and had just obtained the "magic of love" from Harry. He was unwilling to die like this.

"I don't know if it will succeed, because whether you can make a Horcrux is of no importance to me, but before Nagini, a living Horcrux was indeed born." Ivy looked at the mother and son who were glaring at Voldemort with hatred, and said with a smile, "Lily's magic rebounded your Killing Curse and split your traumatized soul again, one of which fell on Harry's forehead. Not only did he share your Parseltongue from Salazar Slytherin himself, but he was even chosen by the brother wand of your wand. You have created a great enemy for yourself, Tom."

Voldemort looked at Harry nestled in his mother's arms, and suddenly pointed at Lily and shouted, "Impossible! I killed her! Lily Evans... I will never forget this face!"

"You did kill me once, Voldemort." Lily stared at him coldly, looking at the Dark Lord who had separated them mother and son for more than ten years with a mocking look.

"But I resurrected her, Tom." In order to let Voldemort notice this, Ivy even secretly removed the cognitive magic attached to Lily. "In addition, there is Harry's father, and your once loyal Death Eater Regulus Black. He stole your Horcrux from the cave by the sea, and was dragged into the lake by the Inferi. You see, Tom, all the protection you think is impeccable actually proves your weakness."

"You are afraid of corpses, blood and death, so you use the same content as a test. But you ignore the house-elves, a group that can also use magic. Regulus just let the elves of the Black family lead him and perfectly bypassed all the obstacles you set, but was blocked by the pot of magic potion." Ivy waved at the Malfoy couple behind him, "Look at Lucius, then look at Regulus, you are deserted by everyone, Tom."

“Don’t call me Tom! I am Voldemort!” The red light in Voldemort’s eyes seemed to shoot out a long distance, and he shouted word by word, “Even if you destroy all my Horcruxes! I am still the Dark Lord! I will kill all of you here!”

This was the second time Voldemort had proved his identity. Fudge, who had been holding out hope, trembled again and again, and silently moved a few steps closer to his good friend Dumbledore. Judging from the current situation, Voldemort, with his Death Eaters, undoubtedly had the advantage in numbers.

"That's enough nonsense. It's time to get to the main course." Ivy took his wand in his hand. "If you see the Grim Reaper, remember to say hello for me, Tom."

"Do you think you're sure to win, Doom!" Voldemort pointed at Lucius and Snape with his wand. "Those two traitors are insignificant! There are more than twenty Death Eaters standing here, and I am the one with the upper hand! Not only that, there are a large number of Dementors in the forest. They must have been brought by that stupid Minister of Magic, right? You want to use Dementors to defeat me? They are our natural allies! Today, not only you and Dumbledore, but everyone present will die!"

Voldemort chanted a spell loudly, and a black smoke suddenly flew towards the jungle behind him, but in an instant, the temperature of the open space dropped.

Fudge uttered a nervous cry, and hastily defended himself: "I didn't know... Dumbledore... I didn't know that the Dementors would be like this... I didn't know that the You-Know-Who was really back... Ah - it's so cold!"

"I warned you a long time ago, but you always turned a deaf ear to my words... Dementors are twisted dark magic creatures whose only reason for existence is to eat people's souls..." Dumbledore shook his head, "Stand still. Since Ivy has brought us all here, he must have a way to deal with it."

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A brilliant golden light spurted out from the top of the silver lime tree wand, and a gigantic four-legged dragon leaped out, sweeping away the chill around everyone.

Then Ivy's Radiant Patronus opened its dragon mouth and spurted out a bright mist of light. These golden particles transformed into the shape of flames, igniting all the Dementors that came out from the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The unlit Dementors howled in terror and misery, causing the nearby Death Eaters to cover their ears and hide together, completely unable to recite any spells. Then the Dementors no longer had the calmness they used to absorb souls, and quickly ran towards a deeper and darker place. If these guys could speak again, they would probably be cursing Voldemort for summoning them.

The golden dragon that flew out from the top of Ivy's wand had no intention of stopping its attack. It opened its mouth and roared silently, rushing into the depths of the Forbidden Forest with unparalleled light and heat. Every Dementor that was knocked down by it disappeared like snowflakes thrown into a furnace.

"Your only good helpers are these Death Eaters, Tom." Watching the golden dragon go away, Ivy waved his wand and cast a few spells, repelling the anxious Death Eaters back to their companions. "You are doomed today. Even Merlin can't save you. I say."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort didn't intend to waste any more words. He immediately used the dark magic he was best at, the killing curse that had once destroyed him.

The green beam of light cut through the air silently, winding its way in like a bolt of lightning. But no one present was worried, because they all believed in Ivy's skills.

As long as you are not hit, the magic will not work on you.

Harry muttered to himself, and looked at Ivy with confidence, hoping that he could make his body suddenly appear five feet away, or conjure up a shield or something to block Voldemort's magic.

But what caught everyone off guard was that Ivy had no intention of dodging, and he didn't even raise the wand in his hand. He looked like he had been attacked due to carelessness - his expression didn't change at all, and there was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't reacted at all.

The green killing curse encountered no hindrance and hit Ivy's body clearly, or to be more precise, hit his right hand in front of him.

"No!" Harry was the first to shout, and the Seeker's excellent dynamic vision gave him ample opportunity to react.

Dumbledore immediately drew out his Elder Wand, ready to take on Voldemort. The other wizards present also began to wave their wands and chant spells, ready to wipe out the opposing wizards.

When Voldemort saw that his spell had hit its target, a smile just appeared on his face, but then it turned into confusion and shock.

The green beam and lightning did not penetrate Ivy's body directly, but crackled on his outstretched right hand, as if he was clenching a green lightning in his hand.

"Killing Curse." Ivy raised his right hand, which was constantly flashing with a pale green light, in front of him. "A brilliant spell, born entirely for killing. No one can survive under its magic."

Ivy's voice made the battlefield stop and become quiet. Everyone saw with their own eyes that he was hit by the Killing Curse. Unlike Harry who relied on the "magic of love" to reverse the Killing Curse, Ivy clearly took the direct attack of the Killing Curse with his own body, but he did not look like he was going to die.

"I have studied this spell carefully. It is so profound and powerful that the magic of other worlds does not allow it to appear at all." Ivy's three-dimensional facial features were cast with many shadows because of the constantly flickering magic light, making him look less handsome and more gloomy. "So I used the Killing Curse as a blueprint and developed a more powerful version. Come, Tom, witness my black magic - Doom's Death Grasp."

The green lightning concentrated on Ivy's right hand suddenly shot out and split several times on the way forward. The tree-like forks made the lightning look more like the power of nature, and like the hand of the god of death opening to reap life. Everyone clearly saw the tree-shaped green lightning hit several Death Eaters one after another.

These wizards who had been roaming around the wizarding world for many years and who had been dormant through the family power of pure-blood wizards after Voldemort's death suffered a devastating blow at this moment. Every Death Eater struck by the tree-shaped lightning instantly lost his life, and his body fell to the ground like a pool of mud.

The Death Eaters' screams of fear seemed to last only a brief second, and then there was only one person left standing opposite Ivy.

Voldemort stroked his cheeks and body in disbelief, and uttered a voice that was distorted by ecstasy: "It worked! It worked! Your love magic worked! Dumbledore! 'Love' is indeed the most powerful force in the world! Now that I am protected by this magic, you can do nothing to me!"

As a spell of Death Grasp, Ivy knew very well why this mass death spell failed to work on Voldemort, because the love magic from Lily deflected the green lightning, causing an unlucky Death Eater to be hit twice.

From Ivy's perspective, it didn't seem like his spell was being blocked, but rather that it encountered an unselectable target.

Perhaps thirteen years ago, when Lily was killed by Voldemort, there was only one thought in her mind, which was to hide her son.

Just as Voldemort was still laughing wildly at having survived a calamity, Ivy had already flashed in front of him, and a surge of ancient magic power gushed out, surrounding the arrogant dark devil.

One of his subjects this year was to study emotional magic and love magic, and try to separate some of his ancient magic. Falling in love with Fleur did not allow him to master this power, and Voldemort, who shared Harry's love magic, was just the perfect experimental material.

Ivy is going to make the same choice as Morgana, and use ancient magic to completely drain all the magic power in Voldemort's body to use as material for future research.

The dark oil, which shone with an ominous glow, linked Ivy's wand to Voldemort, and the latter soon discovered what Ivy was doing.

"What have you done! My magic! You are taking away my magic!" Voldemort shouted in horror, completely lacking the grace and dignity of a Dark Lord.

"No kind of magic in the world is invincible. I've known this for a long time." Ivy chatted with Voldemort while maintaining the action of drawing magic power with her hands. "The same goes for the 'love magic' you shared with Harry. Even if you can survive from me today, this magic will not protect you for too long. It will completely lose its effectiveness when Harry becomes an adult, and the love in it will be exhausted. It will not be a help to you, but a shackle for you."

Voldemort breathed heavily in fear, his chest rising and falling unable to hide his panic. The emptiness brought by the withdrawal of magic power made him restless, but his limbs were bound by the ancient magic manifested by Ivy, and there was no possibility of movement. He wanted to concentrate on agitating the little magic power he had left, but he was in a state of panic because of the imminent death.

For Voldemort, today was a long day. He had just reaped the joy of a new life when he was immediately betrayed by his servants. Then he received the sad news that all his Horcruxes were destroyed, followed by the emptiness of having all his magic power taken away. All kinds of emotions and feelings surged in his brain, which was made up of venom, curses, his father's bones, his servants' flesh, and his enemies' blood. It was like a pot of potion manipulated by Neville's chaos. He was thankful that the crucible was not burned.

"Goodbye, Tom. You, who were born because of the love potion, will never understand what love is. Perhaps this is the fundamental reason why you have come to this point today." Ivy shook his head and looked at the magic power that was separated in front of him. It was a strange mass mixed with scarlet and dark green. If this thing appeared on the breakfast table at Hogwarts, half of the students would probably vomit on the spot, and the other half would enter the school hospital due to physical discomfort.

Voldemort - Tom Riddle did not answer. He had lost his ability to perceive the outside world. His body was made entirely of black magic. Under the powerful exploitation of ancient magic, it had gradually lost its original effectiveness and could no longer maintain its form. Starting from the toes far away from the brain, Voldemort's body gradually turned into ashes that were flickering with dying light, and fell silently on his father's grave.

No last words, no wailing, and no threats.

Voldemort, who persecuted countless families and individuals, and the Death Eaters who followed him all fell in an unattended corner of the Forbidden Forest, leaving only a pile of corpses and a skull that looked like it had been burned by fire.

Ivy cleaned up the few things that Voldemort had left, turned around and said to everyone present: "It's over. Voldemort and his Death Eaters died here and now, at the hands of Ivy Doom."

No one applauded or cheered. The black magic displayed by Ivy was undoubtedly more terrifying in the eyes of others. No one had ever heard of anyone who could take the lives of more than 20 wizards with just one spell.

In fact, Ivy did more than that. He also took the souls of those Death Eaters into his pockets. Whether to use devilish means to press these souls into soul coins, or use necromancy to distort their wills and turn them into evil spirits and ghosts, it all depends on Ivy's thoughts.

"Why is no one talking? Aren't you happy?" Ivy took back the ancient magic floating nearby and asked with his hands spread out.

"Ivy," Dumbledore gazed into his eyes, "are those ancient powers of yours some form of Obscurus?"

"In fact, it's better to say that Obscurus magic is some form of ancient magic." Ivy opened her arms again. This time she needed to pass a Persuasion check, but with Ivy's high charisma, there should be no possibility of failure.

A silvery-white, translucent ball of magic floated above Ivy's palm. He directed the ball of magic to do a lot of stretching movements and continued, "What I have in my hand now is truly pure ancient magic, and what you see comes from the secret vault under the Hogwarts Castle a hundred years ago.

"A talented ancient magic wizard named Isidora Morgana used ancient magic to extract many emotions and magic from other wizards. Her original intention was to eliminate the pain of these people, but in the end the magic got out of control in her hands. The guardians of Hogwarts defeated her and built a secret vault under the castle to seal the magic."

"But a hundred years ago, the goblin Lanlock and the dark wizard Rookwood conspired to seize this power, causing the secret vault to be completely damaged, so I had to use my body as a container to completely contain all this magic. The magic that just killed Voldemort is the ancient magic invented by Isidora Morgana. Of course, this is also my first time using it, mainly to bypass the magic of love that Voldemort stole."

After a long while, Dumbledore sighed and said, "Whatever your original intention of using this power is, I hope you will not abuse it..."

Then he turned to the Minister of Magic behind him and said, "Okay, Cornelius, Voldemort is dead now. You can completely believe what I say, right?"

"Of course! Of course!" Fudge said repeatedly, "I have complete trust in you!"

"Great, then I hope you can make public what happened here, and dispel people's misunderstandings about the Full Moon Werewolves..."

Fudge stared at the bodies lying all over the ground, unable to utter a single word for a long time...

　Wow... Voldemort is not good. He died before 10,000 words... Hehe

　　
　
(End of this chapter)