Chapter 46: 1 All tragedies are due to the lack of strength of the parties involved

"Harry Potter is dead!"
At dawn, the battle had almost come to an end, and the fighting between the two sides was almost extinguished when Voldemort arrived on the battlefield.
Honestly separated the two groups and stood on both sides.
The side of Hornheim who was scarred and scarred all night to defend the castle but hardly attrition.
Attacking the castle overnight is the side of Death Eaters with no results and a significant decrease in number.
Voldemort, who didn't care about the wrong number of his men, started yelling Harry's death as soon as he arrived here.
"Do not……"
Ginny in the field saw Harry who was being held like a corpse, and she suddenly collapsed. You are his lover, they have agreed for life.
"Quiet! Silly girl! Harry Potter is dead!"
Mr. Weasley on the side prevented his daughter’s Ginny from rushing forward, it was a death
"From now on, you have to believe me. My absolute power. Harry Potter is dead! Now is the time for you to take a stand. Come forward and join us...or die!"
A long silence spread in the air, and everyone was staring at the best bright existence in the field-Voldemort.
He wandered unscrupulously in the open space between the two sides, showing his bald head, a face without a nose, and the style of an all-black wide capless cape.
The silence didn't last long, but the first one to stand up was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Whose child are you?"
Neville, with a staggering leg injury, walked a few steps towards the focus of the field, which caused Mr. Focus to question.
"Neville Lombarton."
"Okay, Neville, I promise to be in my team..."
But Voldemort really didn't expect this little fat man to interrupt himself.
"I have something to say."
But just a few words, Voldemort was very tolerant of this.
"Well, Neville, I'm sure everyone will be fascinated by it"
Neville stood there blankly with a dirty hat in his hand, speaking very slowly at first, but everyone here can hear it.
"you are wrong.
Harry is not dead.
All people are not dead.
You think Harry is all our hope.
So you only stare at him.
As long as Harry is dead, we will all be afraid of you.
You treat everyone except Harry as ants, whether it is us or yours.
But you are wrong! Voldemort!
I am not afraid of you, none of us are afraid of you! "
With the increasing speed of speech, Neville drew a sword from the hat in his hand-the sword of Gryffindor, which was a symbol of courage.
The atmosphere in the scene suddenly exploded, and the Death Eater lunatic clamored to kill Neville.
But at this moment, a bright voice sounded in the field:
"That's pretty good, Neville. Confine the halo [colloportus]!"
A huge, bright halo enveloped all the Death Eaters in the room. Within the scope of the halo, everyone seemed to be obstructed by some kind of force, and stopped any activities including spell casting.
Among them, Voldemort, who was still in the field just now, was particularly embarrassed.
A halo three times bigger than an ordinary person was tightly attached to him, one on his hands, one on his feet, and one on his mouth.
Voldemort was lying on the ground now, wiggling like a worm, but obviously to no avail.
At the moment Voldemort was imprisoned, Harry, who was still lying down, jumped up and ran to Voldemort's side, snatched Voldemort's wand, and then ran to a long distance before stopping.
Sitting on the ground quickly began to gasp, showing how nervous he was.
Now, whether it was the side of the imprisoned Death Eaters or the side of Hornheim, they were all stunned there, and even the cheers of victory were forgotten.
No one understands what happened.
At this moment, a large area of ​​abnormal black shadows suddenly gathered from nowhere in the field. There was no covering, but the shadows existed there.
Not long after, a child of two and a half boys and a girl appeared in the shadows.
After everyone saw the appearance of the two people clearly, the students on the Hohenheim side were obviously relieved.
Both of them were wearing Hohenheim's school uniforms, and they should be friendly forces. Only a few people recognized who they were. After all, they were classmates who had disappeared for three years.
Star carved out of the path of shadows, looking around the field for a week. Lamented that I seemed to be late. The war is almost over. I just heard the rhetoric that was a little different from the original. I missed everything else.
However, after seeing that there were no bodies on the Hohenheim side, only the seriously wounded, he was a little relieved.
However, it was indeed a sentence from Voldemort just now-Harry Potter was dead, which hit morale. Fortunately, there is Neville, otherwise Voldemort will come back.
So now the star moment has arrived, then the real victory will be secured.
The first thing to do is morale.
"Hello, fellow students of Hohenheim. My name is Disfort Cavendish and I am a student of Ravenclaw College. You may or may not know me. But-I want to ask here. You guys."
"What are you sad about?"
"Any relative who was seriously injured?"
"Healing as ever [epliskey]."
In an instant, white light spread across the audience, and the wounds of the wounded healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Destroyed school?"
"Restore as before [reparo]."
It is also white light, but this time it is mixed with some silver time attributes. The broken stone returns to the place where it was supposed to stay as if back in time, recovering as before, and it is not only visible to the naked eye, but the entire school. Back in time.
Although not as fast as the physical recovery just now, it is really not slow at all. Looking at the little restoration of various buildings, it can be predicted that the original grandeur will be restored soon.
"Look, everyone, magic is a miracle."
"So what are you sad about?"
"If your relatives and friends are injured or pass away unfortunately, then there is only one possible reason! That is your lack of power! You are wizards! You have the power of miracles! So, tell me now, what are you sad about!!!"
"Go hard, search, protect! Don't stand still here, you are wizards, you have the glory of a wizard!!"
"Go, fight for life with death, fight for happiness with the devil."
"Use your courage! Use your wisdom! Use your glory! Use your faith!"
Walked to the side of Voldemort who was still wriggling on the ground~EbookFREE.me~ and stepped on his head.
"Voldemort, it's not terrible, and Harry Potter is not dead."
"Today is your complete victory!"
"Come on, Harry. Give this sinful life a final parting."
Harry didn't say anything but took the serpent-tooth dagger from Hermione from his arms and walked towards Voldemort step by step. Hornheim looked at Harry with expectant eyes, and was imprisoned. The Death Eaters began to struggle harder.
Sitting on Voldemort's head and raising the dagger in his hand, Harry looked directly at Voldemort's fierce eyes and said:
"It's over, Tom, turn to ashes."
After speaking, he slammed the dagger at Voldemort's head fiercely.
And Voldemort's body, which was originally a product of magic, really turned into ashes after death and disappeared.