A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1102 I'll be quick, just bear with me.

The students found themselves in an unfamiliar hall using door keys made from wine glasses.

A few young wizards who had been here before quickly recognized that this was the main hall of Merlin Memorial.

The Order of Merlin has been awarded here every year.

Inside the room stood several professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix who had come with them.

They will be here to look after the students.

This serves both to ensure everyone's safety and to temporarily restrict freedom to prevent leaks.

"Everyone stay where you are and don't move!" Professor Sprout shouted.

"The class heads of each college immediately determined the number of students."

Then, I will take you to the restaurant for dinner; you will stay here tonight.

Tonight, the young wizards experienced the Dark Lord's sudden appearance, the siege of the Death Eater army, and then arrived at Merlin's Memorial Hall...

Many people are still in shock and haven't recovered.

So instead of following Sprout's orders to stay put, they frantically searched for familiar companions.

"Harry, I still feel like I'm dreaming..." Ron murmured.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

He turned his head in confusion, startled, because Harry, who had been standing next to him, had suddenly disappeared.

"Harry, Harry?!"

Ron was searching hard when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure walking through the crowd toward the room door.

He shouted, "Harry, where are you going? Wait for me..."

Harry paused for a moment, but instead of turning back, he sped away as if fleeing.

Ron's eyes widened as he saw Harry walk to the door, where Malfoy was already waiting.

Ron thought the two would fight, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush over to help, but then Harry raised his hand.

In his hand was a door key made by Galon.

However, Ron didn't see the key; he only saw his best friend Harry holding hands with Malfoy.

Malfoy looked back, and in Ron's eyes, it was a provocative and ugly face!

A sense of loss and sadness instantly spread through Ron's heart.

It felt like Harry was telling him, "Don't call me anymore, I'm afraid Draco will misunderstand."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to that guy?" Draco asked.

"No, if we can meet again, there's no need to say goodbye. If we never see each other again..." Harry said calmly. "Saying goodbye is pointless anyway."

Draco looked at him, then suddenly sighed and said, "Potter, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time, something I've wanted to ask you for many years..."

Harry looked at Malfoy—his longtime nemesis.

In the past, he wouldn't have spoken to the other person at all, but now he calmly nodded and asked, "What is it?"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"If I hadn't spoken ill of Hagrid at Madam Malkin's shop in Diagon Alley that year, but instead had enthusiastically introduced you to the wizarding world... would we have become friends?"

Harry's mouth dropped open; he never expected Malfoy to ask such a question.

Harry was about to say "no" when he suddenly remembered his mother and Professor Snape.

Finally, he said very seriously, "Maybe."

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them disappeared from the spot at the same time.

Their destination was Malfoy Manor, and their target was... Voldemort.

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Hogwarts

Inside the ancient magic script office.

Hermione stood naked on the soft bed as William handed her a close-fitting, lightweight women's soft nail polish.

This is the armor he had the fairies remake.

It feels like a bodysuit, extremely soft, yet possesses powerful defensive capabilities without hindering the body's flexibility.

William also placed numerous protective spells on his soft armor, which could withstand many fatal blows.

After putting on the soft armor, Hermione moved around a bit and found it fit perfectly. Then she rustled as she changed into a clean robe.

The two had been alone in the room long enough, and after checking their equipment, William opened the door and they went out together.

They were both about to leave Hogwarts, but their destinations were completely different.

William is going to kill Voldemort, and Hermione is going to lead a team to Gringotts to destroy the Horcruxes ahead of time.

As they parted, Hermione hugged William tightly.

He felt a plump mass pressing against his chest, like a persimmon ripening in late autumn.

Although it's not fully swollen and ripe yet, it's already quite heavy.

They embraced like that, their lips pressed together.

Finally, Hermione opened her arms, without offering any words of encouragement.

Instead, she acted like a wife of many years, with a gentle smile, carefully straightening William's clothes and escorting him to the stairwell.

The girl stood there alone, and before he could turn around, she hurriedly turned and ran towards the window in the corridor.

William strode out of the castle gates and walked along the empty road toward the Forbidden Forest.

As if by telepathy, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a certain window.

this time,

She smiled.

I'm quite satisfied.

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Standing on the edge of the forbidden forest,

Voldemort stared at Hogwarts Castle in the distance, his face grim.

The all-out offensive had begun, and they had been fighting for twenty minutes, but had made no progress.

More precisely, the castle's ancient defensive magic acts like a glass dome, protecting the school.

The army of Death Eaters was held back, all of them holding wands and constantly casting spells, smashing them against the defensive shield.

The magical protective shield shimmered with golden light, resembling a dazzling, invincible golden statue.

It was too thick, as thick as a tortoise shell, and these wizards simply couldn't budge it.

Voldemort crossed his arms, impatiently watching the dazzling spectacle, and casually asked:

"Auckland, how long do you think it will take them to break this spell?"

Auckland, standing to the side, although he felt it might never be broken, observed the Dark Lord's mood and knew he was in a bad mood, so he carefully flattered him, saying:

"Perhaps... your army can break through in half an hour, allowing you, Master, to set foot on the land of Hogwarts."

Voldemort glanced at him, and said coldly with dissatisfaction:

"Too slow. In this time, Stark could probably move all the students out."

After that, he still had to deal with the mess left by Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Time waits for no one; such a favorable situation as tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How could he just sit there and wait for half an hour before barely managing to get through the doors of Hogwarts?

Voldemort's wand was already itching for a breakthrough into Hogwarts.

This castle, like a beautiful woman, has now lost the protection of a powerful figure and is about to lie exposed.

Even with more and thicker clothes, the Dark Lord refused to patiently untie them, preferring to tear them apart violently.

"Have you ever witnessed my power at its peak?!"

Voldemort's voice echoed in the ears of the Death Eater army, and they all stopped attacking and turned to look.

The Dark Lord stood high above, dressed in a wide black robe, and raised his wand high.

The tip of the staff suddenly rose, radiating light that surpassed even the brilliance of the magical shield.

It also made Voldemort's bald head look like a 1,567-watt light bulb.

A beam of light as thick as a tree fell on the magic shield, its power exceeding that of hundreds of people, instantly creating a huge, downward-sloping crater.

After the first strike, Voldemort paused briefly before unleashing another spell, as thick as a mountain.

The black mist, transformed into spears, struck the suspended shield with a resounding clang, like a sudden, melodious morning bell.

All the Death Eaters made way.

Voldemort walked barefoot, unhurriedly, repeating the same monotonous spells without stopping, eighteen times in an instant.

He walked straight ahead, becoming reluctant to even raise his hand, and the shield kept shattering with loud bangs.

When he reached the edge of Hogwarts, the castle's ultimate defenses, used to maintain security, were forcibly torn in two and then exploded with a spectacular roar.

"Hahaha, did you see that?" Voldemort laughed, his voice hoarse and mocking. "Those fireworks are absolutely gorgeous!"

The Death Eaters cheered and rushed madly into Hogwarts.

Voldemort stepped onto the grounds of Hogwarts, but instead of going in completely, he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly felt the call of the Death Eaters.

The dark magic mark on each Death Eater's arm was planted by him personally:

It can sense the other party's location, summon the Dark Lord, and send simple information.

And this frequency is...

Someone has caught Potter!

Voldemort watched the Death Eater army swarm in and concluded that the situation was largely settled, so leaving for a while wouldn't hurt.

Voldemort decided to deal with Potter, this scourge, before conquering Hogwarts.

He transformed into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the horizon.

Porter, are you ready?

I'll be quick, just bear with me!

wait for me!

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(End of this chapter)