I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 551 Death

Harry felt as if the wand was pulling his hand to one side with some kind of powerful magnetic force.

With his eyes half-closed, he saw a golden flame shoot out, followed by a loud bang and an angry scream.

He was blown away again.

His body tumbled through the air like a helpless leaf in a storm, rising high before plummeting to the ground at a terrifying speed. He tried desperately to regain his balance, but the impact threw him into complete disarray.

Finally, he crashed heavily to the ground, the sound of his body hitting the ground echoing in the open space. Harry felt as if every bone in his body was about to fall apart. He struggled to open his eyes, the world spinning before him, and pain surged through him like a tidal wave.

He felt incredibly unlucky.

He must have broken a few more ribs this time; he could feel the pain in his chest, which had just subsided, starting again.

"Harry?!" Hermione's voice was very clear amidst the chaos.

She turned around almost immediately and attacked the two Death Eaters who were trying to ambush them.

The spell flew by in a flash, followed by a violent explosion.

The two Death Eaters suddenly became cunning, neither attacking nor retreating.

He deliberately kept Miss Granger occupied.

Nearby, Owen was still frowning, pondering what had just happened. From his perspective, Voldemort had used the Killing Curse, while Harry had used an unknown spell. The magic collided in mid-air, annihilated each other, and then suddenly exploded.

Before he could think too deeply, the number of Death Eaters around him suddenly increased—Owen had to divert his energy to deal with these clowns. On the other side—Dumbledore finally shook off the entanglement of four or five Death Eaters and returned to Voldemort's side.

At this moment, Voldemort's face was grim, his expression ashen, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on Harry not far away.

Just now, for a fleeting moment, he lost control of his wand—though the feeling passed in the blink of an eye.

But this was absolutely intolerable to him. He could no longer tolerate failure; he wanted flawless success.

"Dumbledore—" He grinned menacingly, a mocking smile curving his lips, his eyes filled with contempt for his old rival. He looked at Dumbledore, who had once stood before him again, a legendary figure who had dominated the wizarding world but now appeared somewhat old and weary.

"What can you, in your old age, still do?" he mocked defiantly, his voice filled with disdain and provocation. With a wave of his hand, a ball of black flame appeared out of thin air, then quickly transformed into a hideous skull, hovering above his palm.

This skull seemed to be a vengeful spirit summoned from the darkest depths of hell; its eyes gleamed with an eerie red light, as if capable of devouring all life. It opened its mouth, full of fangs, and emitted a chilling, screeching sound.

Suddenly, he waved his hand, and the skull, like dividing cells, rapidly split into countless clones. These clones surrounded Dumbledore, forming a dense sea of ​​vengeful spirits. They opened their hideous mouths, screaming and roaring, launching a fierce attack on Dumbledore.

Faced with the sudden attack, Dumbledore showed no sign of panic. He frowned, and with a casual wave of his hand, a blue shield quickly materialized in the air. This shield emitted a faint light, like a solid barrier, protecting Dumbledore within it.

When the skeletal clones crashed into the blue shield, there was no sound of impact. Instead, a strange "click-clack" sound was heard, as if the skeletons were gnawing on hard stone.

Voldemort grinned menacingly.

The last remaining magic ring on his body suddenly appeared at Dumbledore's feet.

It turns out that the sky full of vengeful spirits was just a feint to attract attention. The real threat was the magic ring.

"Can you still hide now?"

The golden magic ring floated on Dumbledore's chest like some kind of shackle.

In the eyes of others, the old professor's arm holding the wand suddenly stopped, and then, as if bound by some force, slowly bent.

The barely held shield was also shattered as the vengeful spirits devoured it.

"Avada Kedavra—" Just as the shield shattered, Voldemort unleashed a killing curse.

The timing was perfect.

At the critical moment, a whale-like sea beast leaped out, its massive and elegant body gleaming in the sunlight. With unstoppable force, it blocked the attack. Its entire body began to burn, like paper being set ablaze, and then vanished in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaolin stood far away in the open space.

He held a folding fan in his hand, the water-like surface of the fan flowing.

She didn't feel particularly afraid of Voldemort's fiery gaze.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"Looks like you have quite a few helpers!" Voldemort's voice was like a cold winter wind, sharp and piercing, his robes fluttering in the wind as if fueling his rage. He extended his long, thin, pale finger and pointed it at Dumbledore.

Then the golden magic ring surrounding Dumbledore suddenly shrank, as if a heavy punch had landed on him.

Dumbledore coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Voldemort, however, let out a maniacal laugh. "What? Is that all you've got?"

The vengeful spirit did not disappear; instead, it continued to gnaw at Dumbledore's space to maneuver.

He has once again condensed the Ironclad Spell.

But this did not improve his situation.

He is still in danger.

Voldemort, on the other hand, could use the Killing Curse a hundred times, a thousand times.

As the light from Dumbledore's magic ring grew stronger, an increasingly powerful suppressive force appeared around him.

He was completely bound here, unable to Apparate—or even move his feet.

Voldemort did not give Dumbledore another chance.

He shot out two more green beams at incredible speed.

At the same time, it released a large number of vengeful spirits, which launched indiscriminate attacks in all directions.

This time it seems no one can help Dumbledore anymore.

He had been driven into a corner.

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"Clang clang—"

Suddenly, a crimson flame appeared out of thin air.

Phoenix Fawkes landed suddenly in front of Dumbledore, his mouth wide open, and swallowed the green light whole in one gulp: it burned into a ball of flame, fell to the ground, small and wrinkled, and could no longer fly.

Meanwhile, Grindelwald and Snape appeared on the battlefield.

Grindelwald used force field magic to deflect another killing curse.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"Severus—" Grindelwald shouted, "Take Fawkes away, and Albus too—"

As he spoke, he waved his wand wildly, and a blue and white fire shield shot into the sky as he quickly approached Voldemort.

Snape upon hearing Grindelwald's command.

Without any hesitation, Snape appeared beside Fawkes like a bat in the night, his wide cloak billowing as he grabbed the phoenix, a look of disgust on his face.

Then throw it far away.

Then—"Eliminate your weapon"

The red spell pierced through the vengeful spirits and struck precisely at Dumbledore.

"What?"

"What is he doing?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Harry, who was not far away, was dumbfounded.

He came back to life once again.

However, his injuries had not fully healed, and he was still in pain all over his body, but he was able to stand up on his own.

Grindelwald also had doubts about him.

"You—" He looked on in disbelief.

He never expected that Snape, who had come with him, would turn against him at the last minute—he gripped his wand and controlled the fire shield to burn towards Snape.

But it was too late.

Voldemort appeared beside Dumbledore—the vengeful spirits were tearing at his body.

Yet he showed no sign of pain, even though the Elder Wand in his hand had vanished—facing Voldemort, he simply stared weakly at him.

"You've run out of ideas, Dumbledore," Voldemort laughed.

He won, he won completely.

Although some unknown problems still exist, he believes those are things that can be solved in the future.

Currently—no one can stop him anymore.

"Well done, Severus," he said.

With a wave of his hand, he dispelled all the blue and white flames surrounding Snape.

"Master—" Snape said in a low voice, his head bowed.

"Traitor—" Seeing this, Harry wanted nothing more than to rush up and punch Snape in the face.

Hermione stopped him—because the Death Eaters around them were still watching them intently. Once they were out of control, those people would rush up and kill them without mercy.

Owen was also being harassed—these Death Eaters were quite annoying—they either fought or left, couldn't they just be straightforward?—they were pulling and tugging at him, making it impossible for him to break free.

However, it's still possible to dedicate some of your energy to monitoring the battle situation over there.

And under the watchful eyes of many people.

Voldemort took out a clump of fleshy plant that looked like a flower bud from his sleeve.

[Dead Root]

Everyone present could recognize the object.

"Don't worry—this experience will be unparalleled," Voldemort said smugly.

Dumbledore didn't care about what he had.

He was looking at Grindelwald from afar.

For the first time ever, a pleading look appeared on his blood-stained face.

"Gale (Gellert) —"

Grindelwald didn't speak. He stepped forward and picked up the old wand from a pile of rotten dirt.

He then violently unleashed several curses at Snape, each one potentially fatal.

Snape barely managed to dodge it.

He called out to his master.

Voldemort, of course, mercifully responded to his servant's call.

He unleashed a curse that struck Grindelwald, who was still entangled with Snape.

But—the curse didn't hit him; it passed right through him.

That was an illusion.

Illusory body and illusionary spell.

The next moment, Grindelwald appeared in another direction, taking up a high position.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Elder Wand shot out a beam of green light from its tip, striking Dumbledore squarely in the chest.

"No--"

Shouts and cries of alarm from all directions instantly drowned out the wailing of the vengeful spirit.

Everyone's attention turned to this place.

Shock—disbelief—fear—a hodgepodge of countless complex emotions were presented.

Dumbledore's body, like a tattered doll, slowly fell backward, landing in the putrid mud.

Harry felt as if he had been hit by something, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.

This didn't happen—this can't be—

He heard Hermione's shouts, but he remained frozen, staring into the distance.

"Harry, get out of the way!"

The Death Eaters' curse hurtled toward him, but he was saved by Koyatl Ginny, who came to their aid, and Ron, who had just recovered from his serious injuries.

But none of that matters.

Dumbledore is dead!

Nothing could be more shocking than this.

Fear tore at the hearts of everyone present—some wanted to run away, while others wanted to rush forward and perish together with Voldemort.

The scene immediately became chaotic.

"Take them away." At this point, Owen had no choice but to step forward and say to Hermione.

We'll talk about Dumbledore later.

We need to take the little wizards away first.

Harry and Ron were seriously injured, and the potion could not completely heal them.

They need to rest—it will take at least several weeks to fully recover.

Sirocco jumped out of Owen's arms.

Hermione Apparated to their side, holding a vain baby bird in her hands.

Although it looked quite ugly at this time, it was indeed a phoenix.

Owen waved his crystal wand, unleashing a wide-ranging shower of stars.

A galaxy emerged from the tip of his wand like smoke.

In just a few breaths, it covered the sky here.

Then countless stars fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and causing explosions.

"No—we can't just leave like this!" Harry cried out pleadingly. "We can't just walk away like this."

"Help him, Irving. If you can, please help him—"

Harry pointed into the distance—Grindelwald and Voldemort were fighting. Dumbledore lay lifeless on the ground.

"I know—" Owen said, frowning, barely suppressing his anger.

He rubbed Sirocco's head, and the next moment, the palm-sized beast suddenly grew larger.

It swelled up to the size of a small car in one go.

"Go up—" he said.

The group climbed onto Sirocco's furry back.

Then they transformed into wind and rain, running beneath the starlight.

A blue, eerie light exploded around them.

Every glimmer of light is the fall of a star.

This is an end—but also a new beginning.

Countless vines sprouted from beneath Sirocco's feet. He manipulated these vines, which suddenly burst forth from the ground, wrapped around Dumbledore, and then transported him from underground.

Snape was stopping them.

Voldemort also gave up on engaging Grindelwald.

They then turned their attention to dealing with them.

"Bakal—" Owen called out.

The giant dragon soaring near his head spread its wings and unleashed countless red lightning bolts, which spread outwards from them.

Hermione, Coyatt, and Harry also unleashed Origin Magic.

They tacitly chose to destroy the meteor.

Twenty controllable meteors orbited around Sirocco.

For a moment, Voldemort was at a loss.

This short period of time was still enough for them.

The last vines have been retrieved by Sirocco.

Ginny and Ron frantically grabbed their principal.

Then, the fur on the neck of the Zouwu beneath them shone with a bright golden light, and it roared loudly—the surrounding space was torn open, and the Milky Way twinkled above their heads. Sirocco leaped into it, baring its fangs and claws.

Amidst the spinning of the world.

The group left the place.

(End of this chapter)