Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 476, page 471: This thing is much better than a bow and arrow.

"Wait. Dursley? You're the Dursley?"

Voldemort paused for a moment after recognizing the newcomer, then immediately turned his gaze to Harry beside him, his pupils contracting slightly: "You're really Harry Potter?!"

He then suddenly realized that he had mistaken the person for someone else.

The person I just encountered was Harry Potter, not Dudley Dessley.

Having met so many times, this wasn't the first time Dudley had impersonated Harry, so his first instinct was to assume that Harry was also Dudley in disguise this time.

She felt a little regretful for not giving the other person a direct, substantial reward.

But now that he has the Elder Wand and Dumbledore is dead, nothing matters anymore; no one is his match.

"I think I'm not too late."

Another familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out.

Grindelwald and the Aurors emerged from another gate of Hogwarts Castle, having come through the fireplace in the Headmaster's office.

"It's you damned flies again." Voldemort looked at Fudge and the others with disgust. "Perfect, I'm going to kill you all here."

The tip of the Elder Wand in his hand emitted a faint green light, and it looked as if it was about to unleash a terrifying spell.

Dudley raised his wand.

The familiar black sphere appeared.

"Even if I don't use the Killing Curse, do you think you can withstand it?"

Voldemort sneered, completely disregarding the cockroach ball, and with a powerful swing, scattered bright red flames across the sky.

Countless flames converged into a giant fire serpent, which swallowed the tiny cockroach ball whole in one gulp.

"Fire?"

Grindelwald curled his lip in disdain; Fiendfire was indeed his most proficient magic.

However, with the Elder Wand's power enhanced, Voldemort's strength was too terrifying, and he was struggling to cope on his own.

So they called on Dudley and Harry for help.

"Fiendfyre!"

The three cast their spells simultaneously, their Fiery Blazes converging to form a colossal fire giant that illuminated the entire Hogwarts. Upon its appearance, it suppressed the fire serpents summoned by Voldemort.

A battle of wits? You were no match for me before, why would I be afraid of you now?

Voldemort smiled cruelly, just as he was about to cast another spell.

With a soft "pop," an extremely faint sound rang out, and a Death Eater suddenly collapsed without warning.

The Death Eaters caused a commotion.

There was a hole the size of a little finger between the eyebrows of the fallen Death Eater, from which blood mixed with white flocculent matter was flowing.

The strange "pop" sound rang out again, and another Death Eater fell to the ground.

Similarly, a hole is left at the center of the forehead.

More and more Death Eaters were attacked, and one Death Eater after another fell.

Not only were the Death Eaters somewhat panicked, but Voldemort himself was also a little frightened, and he began to suspect that all of this was Dumbledore's plan.

Eight hundred miles away in the Forbidden Forest, a centaur wiped his sniper rifle and sighed softly, "Truly worthy of being a specially crafted alchemical artifact by the King of the Forbidden Forest; this thing is far more useful than bows and arrows."

With his brain shattered, no amount of magic or potion can bring him back to life, unless he can create Horcruxes like Voldemort.

Despite his boundless arrogance, Voldemort, the man who instilled fear in the entire wizarding world, was actually quite timid, so much so that he couldn't even face death.

Even if it's cursed, they'll drink unicorn blood to survive.

Voldemort was already considering retreating, and the shrewd old Grindelwald noticed this as well, waving his wand in an attempt to stop him.

His wand was also modified by Dudley. Although it wasn't a high-end product like the Old Wand (fake), it wasn't an ordinary alchemical product either. It had a significant amplification effect on spells, enough to make Voldemort feel a bit strained.

Voldemort's hands flashed with an eerie green light, which gathered at the tip of his wand and suddenly erupted, completely dissolving Grindelwald's spell.

His body turned into a wisp of black smoke, only managing to engulf Bella, Snape, Barty Jr., and a few others before soaring straight into the sky.

"Be afraid, be terrified."

"Next time, I will lead an endless army and raze this castle to the ground."

"If you had knelt before me and begged for mercy at that time, I might have considered sparing your lives, hehehehehehe."

Before leaving, Voldemort, as always, uttered some harsh words.

If it were more than ten years ago, Hogwarts might have been in complete chaos, but now, no one is afraid of him anymore.

Even the young wizards are the same.

"Mr. Potter has blocked the Dark Lord's spell."

"As expected of Potter!"

The young wizards all remember the scene where Harry led them to block Voldemort's attack, and they especially remember the scene where Dudley, Grindelwald, and Harry ganged up on Voldemort.

In their several encounters, Voldemort did not have a clear advantage and even came out on the defensive (that's how it appeared).

This is something I saw with my own eyes; it can't be faked.

That legendary Dark Lord doesn't seem that strong, does he? At least they successfully withstood his spell once.

Once the fear stemming from the unknown is eliminated, the only remaining problem is insufficient firepower.

"Should we activate the final defense?"

Watching Voldemort depart, Dumbledore, now dressed in a white robe, stepped forward.

"With all the preparations you've made, I'm sure he won't be able to escape."

No, let him leave.

"Simply keeping him alive is meaningless. Even if we kill him now, there's still the future him to deal with."

"Dali said meaningfully."

If Voldemort had brought Nagini with him this time, today would have been his death day. Unfortunately, he didn't.

Knowing he was facing Dumbledore tonight, the cautious man chose to keep a backup plan.

The best way to deal with someone like Voldemort is to eliminate him in one go. If you can't eliminate him in one go, then it will be endless harassment.

The saying "If you try to kill a snake, you'll get bitten instead" perfectly describes this situation.

His true death will come when all the Horcruxes are gathered.

Voldemort escaped, but most of the Death Eaters didn't have time to escape.

Those Death Eaters who weren't taken away by Voldemort were in a terrible predicament. Grindelwald wasn't the weak and incompetent Fudge; with his personal intervention, virtually none of these Death Eaters survived.

Even the Aurors felt that Grindelwald had gone a bit too far, and they thought that once the Voldemort matter was resolved, his time as Minister of Magic would be over.

He never cared what others thought of him, as long as he achieved his goal. After all, this identity wasn't his own. And after dealing with Voldemort, he planned to go to Hogwarts, become a professor, and live a semi-leisurely retirement life.

(End of this chapter)