Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 479, Section 474: Your wand is female, mine is male.

"I will lead the remaining troops to attack Hogwarts, and today I declare myself King of the World."

Voldemort has returned, full of vigor and confidence, as if he had returned to decades ago when he first led the Death Eaters.

"Master, are we not going to take over the Ministry of Magic?"

Little Barty asked in surprise.

"What's so great about occupying that place? Our goal is to take over Hogwarts whenever I want. It's a school, a place of hope. Once we destroy that hope, those wizards will have no choice but to obey us, and the Aurors will come looking for us on their own."

"Yes, Master."

Lucius said respectfully, his tone more respectful than ever before, that he would faithfully carry out any order given by Voldemort, as long as he remained the invincible Dark Lord.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Lucius's attitude. He was a smart man and should have figured something out. However, Voldemort didn't mind. Dealing with smart people was the most convenient thing. He didn't even need to give any instructions, and the other party would do everything.

As long as he remained the invincible Dark Lord, no one would betray him, and Voldemort became even more certain that he had not done anything wrong.

As long as he possesses this death wand (the Elder Wand), he will forever remain the powerful and invincible Dark Lord.

"Master, may I ask what happened that made you happy?"

Lucius asked respectfully in a tentative tone.

Voldemort glanced at Lucius, then at Snape brewing potions below, and grinned, saying in the most relaxed tone possible, "Harry Potter is dead! HE~HEH~!"

Almost everyone present froze for a moment, then a thunderous cheer erupted from the Death Eaters, especially Fenrir, whose cheer was the loudest.

Dumbledore, who could rival the Dark Lord, is dead.

Now, even Potter, the only one who could possibly stand up to Voldemort, is dead.

Voldemort is invincible; the era of his Death Eaters is about to begin.

At night, on the cliff closest to Hogwarts, a group of people were looking down at the castle not far ahead.

At this moment, a transparent defensive wall has been raised in the castle—the ultimate protection.

"Hogwarts should have received news of Potter's death, and perhaps they are now making plans for a final, desperate battle."

In the final battle, Voldemort was still commanded by Lucius, with Barty Jr. and Snape assisting him.

These three are the people he trusts the most right now.

"I suggest continuing to use the werewolves as the vanguard."

"Impossible! I've already lost a lot of men. Unless we get reinforcements, going there would be suicide," Fenrir shouted.

His werewolves suffered heavy losses due to the merfolk's attack, the banshees were almost completely wiped out, and although the dementors should theoretically have suffered no losses, most of them went missing. No one knew where the dementors had gone; they seemed to have vanished into thin air. As for the humanoid witches, their combat power was negligible.

As for the giants, they hardly suffered any losses, but the problem was that they were only willing to obey Voldemort and not Fenrir.

“I think I have another way,” Snape said, distributing vials of potions to the group, one for each dark wizard. “I know there’s a swarm of eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest. I think those eight-eyed, hairy monsters would be perfect as an advance force, but Fenrir, you’ll have to drive them away.”

"No problem."

Upon hearing Snape's words, Fenrir nodded in response.

As long as his subordinates don't take the first wave of damage, it's fine. Anyway, the method of creating a werewolf is very simple; all you have to do is take a bite.

"The giants can handle the destruction; the tall horses are perfect for that."

Listening to the three discussing how to conquer Hogwarts, Voldemort stroked Nagini's body with great satisfaction. As the most important battle to destroy "hope," Voldemort simply brought it along as a testament to his rise.

Soon, countless eight-eyed spiders that lived in the Forbidden Forest were driven out of their nests by the dark wizards and marched madly toward Hogwarts Castle.

Countless figures moved outside the castle; they had arrived at the gates of Hogwarts.

Countless eight-eyed giant spiders, werewolves with fierce eyes, towering giants, and dark wizards wielding magic wands.

Voldemort looked disdainfully at the Ultimate Protection, touted as the strongest protective magic, blocking their way.

With a gentle swipe of his wand across the castle, the so-called strongest spell was easily torn open, and the transparent barrier surrounding Hogwarts vanished into countless points of light.

"Open the door."

"Voldemort said softly."

Immediately, several giants wielding huge stones smashed open the gates of Hogwarts, and countless figures of people and beasts poured into the castle. After entering the castle, none of them noticed that another barrier rose outside the gates, but this barrier was similar to the previous one yet completely different.

"Target has entered attack range. All teams, be ready to snipe. Over."

Eight hundred miles away, the centaur Ferenze looked away from the sniper rifle's scope and picked up a walkie-talkie next to him.

Only equipment modified by Dudley can be used normally at Hogwarts.

Inside the castle, Professor McGonagall and her group of wizards waited, seemingly having anticipated their arrival.

Good evening, Professor McGonagall.

Voldemort spoke very politely, even greeting Professor McGonagall.

You are not welcome here.

Professor McGonagall stared at Voldemort without the slightest fear in her eyes.

"No, Professor McGonagall, you've got something wrong."

Voldemort shook his head: "Whether you welcome me or not is not important."

As he spoke, he even turned his back to McGonagall and addressed the people who had followed him, saying, "I declare that from this moment on, Hogwarts is mine."

The huge cheers almost lifted the roof off Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter is dead! Dumbledore is dead!"

"From this moment on, all of you will serve me."

"otherwise."

The green light emanating from the tip of Voldemort's wand almost illuminated the entire castle, and the immense, almost overflowing, magical power was terrifying.

Professor McGonagall's lips twitched slightly, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately she didn't.

because

"Or what do you want to do, Senior Tom?"

A cynical laugh rang out, drowning out the cheers of the crowd and Voldemort's voice.

When Voldemort turned his head, his pupils contracted slightly; he knew this figure all too well.

Dursley!

However, when he saw the figure next to Dudley, his pupils contracted to slits. There was another figure that he recognized very well next to Dudley.

"Dumbledore?!"

Dumbledore glanced at Dudley, who was staring at him, then turned to Voldemort with a blank expression and read aloud without any emotion: "Ah, I am Albus's brother, Aberforth Dumbledore. You killed my brother, and I will avenge him."

The tone was incredibly perfunctory.

Death Eaters: "."

The professors: "."

However, Voldemort had no interest in pursuing this matter at the moment; his gaze was fixed on the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

He roared in an almost hoarse voice.

"The Elder Wand, why do you have one too?"

Before Dumbledore could speak, Dudley explained, "Senior Tom, it's simple. There are two Elder Wands in the world. Yours is female, and Professor Dumbledore, cough cough, your brother's is male."

Dumbledore:

Voldemort: ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)