Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 478, Section 473: Harry Potter is dead, hehehehehe

When Voldemort emerged from the room, the coldness on his face had vanished, replaced by an overflowing joy.

Voldemort had already realized that he had completely mastered the Elder Wand; he was its master.

He left without ever looking back, leaving only a gradually cooling corpse in the room.

The body belongs to Bellatrix, a Death Eater.

She didn't struggle at all during the entire process, and even at the last moment of her death, she was gazing at Voldemort with the most affectionate eyes, even though she couldn't see him at all.

As her heart stopped beating, her gaze gradually faded. At that moment, her eyes seemed to reflect a faint image of the other person, yet there seemed to be nothing at all.

The raging black flames engulfed the room and everything inside.

Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters, intending to launch a full-scale attack on his initial and final destination—England.

During the gathering, no one noticed that Barty looked at Snape for a moment, and Snape looked at him in return.

Then Snape saw Barty Jr. mouthing a few words to him.

Snape paused slightly but said nothing.

He killed her.

That's what those mouth shapes meant.

Thus, all the Death Eaters from Azkaban were wiped out. The remaining Death Eaters were those who had narrowly escaped the initial calamity and were not fully trusted by Voldemort.

The English Aurors' rebellion exceeded the Death Eaters' expectations.

Whether in Bulgaria, Romania, or Germany, they had never encountered such tenacious and fierce resistance. They were ambushed as soon as they entered English territory. Countless Aurors and Strikers surrounded the advance Death Eater legion and then disappeared without a trace.

Next came Fenrir's army of dark creatures. The werewolves were ambushed by merfolk who appeared out of nowhere, and one by one they were dragged into the water. The banshees were even more unlucky. In the pitch-black night, they encountered a giant sun that appeared out of nowhere, instantly rendering a large group of banshees incapable of fighting. Then, a group of fire spirits that appeared out of nowhere subdued the remaining banshees. As the darlings of fire, the fire spirits were the banshees' natural nemesis. A simple glance from them was enough to rout them. As for the Dementors, they encountered a strange group of opponents: a group of blue, peculiar Cornish elves.

The Cornish elves battled the Dementors, and by all accounts, the latter should have easily defeated the former. However, the reality was quite surprising: the Dementors were chased and scattered by a group of Cornish elves.

"Master, as expected of the birthplace of magic, the resistance we've encountered is the fiercest."

If only the German and French Ministries of Magic were like them, even easier than the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. The wizards were terrified at the mere mention of Voldemort's name, and he was taken down with almost no effort and virtually no resistance.

"Hmph, it's all that Fookie's doing."

Voldemort sneered. He admitted that the fake Fudge was the second greatest opponent he had ever faced, second only to Dumbledore, since he could contend with him for a short time. Unfortunately, that was no longer the case. If he were to face him again, he was confident that he could subdue him in a very short time.

Voldemort didn't care about the losses of his men. He had completely mastered the Elder Wand and could turn the tide at any time if he intervened.

He simply didn't want to take action at this time.

He didn't care about the Ministry of Magic, nor did he care about the Death Eaters.

He only needs to find one person.

The person destined for Harry Potter's prophecy.

Snape rushed in from outside, looking travel-worn. He took off his black hood and said to Voldemort with a hint of excitement, "Master, I've found traces of Harry Potter."

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes and, for the first time, rose from his 'throne': "Where is he?"

"Right in Godric Valley."

Planning to die in the same place as your parents? That's quite a choice.

Seeing that Snape seemed hesitant to speak, Voldemort spoke again.

"Is there anything else, Severus?"

"While investigating Potter, I also discovered another person, Neville Longbottom, who was in St. Mungo's."

Upon hearing Snape mention Neville, Voldemort's eyelids, which lacked eyebrows, lifted slightly.

Is it time to choose one of two options again?

No, it wasn't a choice between two options at all; his choice never changed from beginning to end.

Voldemort appeared in Godric's Hollow under the effect of the Apparition Charm.

He soon found Harry at the cemetery, where he was paying respects to his parents.

"Senior Tom, please wait a moment."

Harry's voice sounded unusually calm; he was not surprised by Voldemort's arrival.

Voldemort did not make a move, but stood still, quietly waiting for Harry to finish paying respects to his parents.

Voldemort continued speaking after Harry emerged from the cemetery.

"Harry Potter, you want revenge for your parents, don't you? You want to kill me, don't you? Then take out your wand and have a fair duel with me."

It's not really fair and square at all; Voldemort's wand alone gave him a huge advantage.

"Find a quiet place; the nearby woods would be a good choice."

Harry was not affected in the slightest by Voldemort's words.

His feelings for his parents were quite complicated. He had never seen them since he could remember. The Dursleys took care of him from a young age. His closest relatives were his older cousin Dudley, followed by his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

He could only learn about his parents' impressions through other people's accounts.

He didn't really like his father, but he was very curious about his mother, Lily, because Professor Snape often mentioned his mother in front of him. Whenever he didn't make a potion, Snape would use his mother as an example.

Therefore, his desire for revenge was not actually very strong.

But that doesn't stop Harry from hating Voldemort.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

The magic Harry released with his raised hand took Voldemort by surprise; it was a curse.

Unfortunately, it was easily deflected.

"Very interesting black magic, but unfortunately it doesn't work."

Voldemort grinned: "Put some more force into it. Take out the Fiendfire you used before and let me see what you've got."

The battle between the two lasted for more than an hour. Harry was already panting heavily, while Voldemort remained as calm and composed as when he arrived.

In the brief moment between their attacks, Voldemort's lips moved slightly, and a silent spell was released at the same instant he cast it.

Harry was knocked to the ground.

"You're really unlucky, Potter."

"You're the only one left. Although I admit you're excellent, you're not excellent enough."

"So it's destined that I will kill you."

Harry remained expressionless, only pressing his chest occasionally during a lull in the battle. Voldemort, absorbed in his joy, failed to notice this small detail.

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

The dark green spell struck Harry without fail.

His body fell heavily to the ground, his glasses fell to the side, and his pupils began to dilate rapidly.

Even the color of their bodies began to fade at this moment.

"Harry Potter is dead, hehehehe!"

Voldemort's maniacal laughter echoed throughout the valley. The next moment, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished from the spot. Perhaps happiness came too suddenly, so much so that he forgot to take Harry's 'body' with him, or perhaps something else made him forget about it.

However, he did not know that not long after he left, Harry's body began to recover at an incredible speed.

Not long after, Harry himself got up from the ground and lifted his shirt to reveal a broken ruby ​​lying quietly on his chest.

Welcome back, brother.

A tall shadow blocked the sunlight from Harry's head, and a strong, powerful hand was extended in front of Harry.

How would it feel to live life all over again?

"I've never felt so refreshed before."

Harry chuckled softly and took the hand in his.

(End of this chapter)