great-warnovel Chapter 324 The End of the Battle
Chapter 324 The End of the Battle
Chapter 324 The End of the Battle
When the serpent's hunting spear first grazed Voldemort's chest, he finally felt fear.
It was like a ship sailing at night being punctured by a reef, or like a water-filled balloon being pierced by a thin needle, with a large amount of green light surging out from the narrow hole.
Despite possessing an immortal body that would be completely unaffected even if annihilated by a nuclear bomb, and transcendent magic that could gather and disperse at will, turning into nothingness, it was just as fragile as a mortal body when faced with the damage from the hunting spear, and even more vulnerable.
That is the essence of life, the root of immortality that he painstakingly extracted from countless deaths, the seed of transcendence that he retrieved from the deepest and most wicked place by defying the mundane and plunging into the well of darkness.
But now, they are like a dam bursting, gushing out in droves.
Voldemort tried to speak, but the three people opposite him gave him no chance. The sky was under Dumbledore's control, and the pure water vapor turned into swirling icy winds, which then strangely mixed with countless fire meteors, turning into a sudden rain of frost and fire.
Hermione and Hilmi mysteriously switched places, their brilliance stone magic and hunting spears intertwining to block their only escape route.
His power was constantly leaking out, making it increasingly difficult for him to even dodge.
Finally, with a "whoosh".
Without any suspense or further twists, the already exhausted Voldemort was finally unable to dodge Hermione's attack once again. The Death Star on his chest was pierced by the hunting spear, and the basilisk's eyes were fixed on its former master, as if to drag him to the other side of death as well.
"it's over-"
This phrase echoed in the hearts of everyone—Voldemort, Hermione, Dumbledore, and the millions of people below.
The war to defend Hogwarts and claim the hope of wizarding nations is finally coming to an end.
"——.———." The black wizard, pierced by the bone spear, let out a harsh, hoarse gasp. Countless green lights surged from his chest and back, only to be absorbed by the giant serpent spear. It seemed that this weapon still had room for advancement.
His gaze was fixed on Hermione, as if he wanted to kill the girl before him with his final curse.
But his willpower has lost its magic; he can't even utter a few harsh words anymore.
The rising sun peeked out from above the distant radiant clouds, a spectacle never before witnessed by the children of this world.
In the sky, the children's souls seemed to find release. They no longer stared at their killers, but instead showed expressions of relief as they slowly dissipated.
After the green light was exhausted, Voldemort's body gradually carbonized, as if shattering, remaining in the position of being pierced, and slowly turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.
"It's over." Hilmi approached with a smile.
"I can only say that it's temporarily over," Hermione said softly.
Dumbledore flew to the two children and said, "Yes, it's over for now."
The old man looked at the two children, who were almost identical except for their gender: "Tom won't die that easily. At least as far as I know, this isn't the only way he's escaped death."
Hermione nodded: "He died too easily, without even having to expend much effort to escape the cage."
Hilmi lacked some experience in dealing with people, but he was not lacking in wisdom: "That's right. As a great wizard, his power is too weak. Perhaps all his energy is spent on how to survive."
Even without Dumbledore's help, he probably wouldn't be a match for Hermione and Hilmy from New Brunswick; they would just be a bit more troublesome.
"His soul is not whole, I think it is," Dumbledore muttered to himself, his voice growing softer and softer.
"Let's not talk about that now, the people down below are waiting," Hermione interrupted him.
The battle of the great wizards came to an end. On the battlefield, the centaurs and Muggle soldiers surrendered without resistance, while the remaining werewolves collectively submitted to Maria and were now regrouping under her command.
"Bane—" Ferenze stepped out from the crowd and looked at the centaur leader who was calmly gazing at the starry sky. Even though the sun had just risen and the stars had dimmed and disappeared, they still looked up greedily, unwilling to look away.
"As long as Hogwarts allows the centaurs to continue living in the Forbidden Forest and gazing at the stars." He lowered his head, looking at Ferrenzer, the bloodstains under his eyes had faded, and his gaze had become calm.
"I am willing to atone for the sins of the horsemen, as long as the newborn foals can see the stars."
Ferenze didn't answer. He looked up, and as a centaur, he was also skilled at stargazing: "Did you see that, Bain? Mars's brilliance has faded, and the resilient Saturn is drawing strength from the earth. Hope lingers among the lights, and everything is turning for the better."
"Drop your weapons! Everyone! Drop your weapons and you'll live!" Moody and Scrimgeour rushed back from afar, casting a loud voice spell over the panicked Muggle soldiers.
The MiG-21s escaped after the nuclear explosion. They were fast enough to cross the strait, but it's doubtful whether they had enough fuel to cross UMNO territory and return to Siberia.
These soldiers, abandoned here, unlike werewolves who could swim across the icy sea, had virtually no chance of survival in the perilous Scottish Highlands, even if they escaped. Instead, they surrendered to Hogwarts, even as slaves.
It's better than being eaten by a mutant beast.
However, there were also brainwashed diehards who resolutely refused to collude with the devil's messengers and committed suicide with their last bullet. "Collect the bodies and search for the wounded!" McGonagall shouted, directing people to continue their work.
"Good heavens! There are only a few hundred students and teachers at Hogwarts, and suddenly there are nearly a thousand werewolves and nearly ten thousand Muggles! How are we going to feed so many mouths?!" She was already starting to get a headache.
Hermione and Hilmi landed next to Maria, and their arrival drew the attention of all the werewolves.
Most of these people were those who had just become werewolves after being bitten. The Greyback's werewolf army, because they were in the rear of the formation, were the first to rush to the front line after going berserk, and thus they were almost all killed or wounded.
Hermione looked at those gazes and could almost feel the growing power of faith emanating from them. There were enough people to form a cult, but she didn't like to flaunt herself in public, nor did she want to be a charlatan.
"Let me do it," Hilmi said softly beside Hermione, seemingly noticing her distress.
"I will teach Maria how to be a qualified faith leader."
As the Finger Witch, Hermione's original form was actually very skilled at establishing faith, but after dying once, she herself was no longer willing to face faith.
Hilmi, on the other hand, possessed all his memories but lacked the ability to distinguish between likes and dislikes, making him a perfect fit for this task.