Chapter 179: Death, a new beginning

Harry never thought he would take up his wand and fight Voldemort face to face.
He used a disarming spell on Voldemort, and then his wand and Voldemort's wand burst out with two dazzling red and green lights, covering both of them.
Then his parents, Bertha Jorkins and an old Muggle man, their souls suddenly appeared.
Their souls told Harry that they would hold Voldemort; let Harry escape quickly with the goblet of fire.
Harry left the red and green aperture and was surprised to find that all around was burning.
Yes, the forest everywhere is shrouded in raging flames; those Death Eaters have used the Water Curse to try to extinguish these flames.
At the same time, Wormtail was commanding the Goblet of Fire with his wand, standing in front of him.
Harry kicked Wormtail down and lunged at Jon Hart's body not far away.
Then shouted:
"The trophy is coming!"
Harry grabbed the handle of the cup--
At the same time, the red and green light disappeared.
Harry heard Voldemort yelling furiously, and at the same time felt a twitch under his belly button, the door key worked—
He was swept away by a whirlwind, and Jon was by his side...they went back.
Only the sound of explosions were heard in my ears, and there seemed to be the screams of Death Eaters.
...
Harry felt himself falling to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and the smell of grass in his nose.
He gripped two things still in his hands: the smooth handle of the top three cups and Jon's body.
He felt that if he let go of one of them, he would fall into darkness completely.
A sound flooded him, and there were sounds everywhere, footsteps, screams... Harry frowned tightly, as if it was a nightmare that would pass soon...
A big hand pressed his shoulder and turned him up.
"Harry, Harry!" Albus Dumbledore shouted.
Except for Dumbledore, there were crowded figures all around, squeezing toward him.
"He's back..." Harry said weakly, "Voldemort...He's back!"
"What's wrong? What happened?" Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge came over curiously: "This is Jon Hart? What's wrong with him..."
He bent down and touched Jon's body.
"Merlin..." Fudge stammered, "Hart, he... he's dead..."
The screams resounded across the night sky--
"he died!"
"he died!"
"Jon Hart, he's dead..."
...
When Harry saw Professor Sprout, there was an expression on her face that Harry had never seen before.
She walked over tremblingly and sat on the ground.
"What's going on..." Professor Sprout shouted desperately: "What the is going on..."
"Jon is dead." Harry's voice has never been so low: "Wormtail killed him..."
A hard punch hit Harry in the face, and he felt that his glasses had been broken... Through the other glasses, he saw the boy, who seemed to be Hufflepuff’s third grade Zha Carries-Smith.
"You killed him?" Zacharias roared angrily: "Is it?"
"Calm down, Mr. Smith..." Dumbledore shouted.
Even if Professor Dumbledore spoke, he couldn't stop Zacharias' actions.
He grabbed Harry tightly by the collar and questioned... Harry didn't answer. The other party was right, it was Jon who killed him...
In the end Hagrid ran over and pulled them away.
Harry saw the other two players through the remaining half of the glasses. Viktor Krum was full of incredible expressions, and Karkaroff beside him was even more pale; Fleur Delacour collapsed in Madame Maxim’s arms, and Madame Maxim was light. Wiping tears lightly.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger also ran over, and Ron helped Harry to prevent him from falling to the ground.
Hermione asked him in a trembling voice, "Jon...he...he died?"
"Yes." Harry lowered his head. "I killed him..."
"I can't believe... Never believe..." Harry saw such a sad expression on Hermione's face for the first time.
...
Professor McGonagall's face became paler than ever before, and she looked at the corpse weakly.
Professor Flitwick took off his hat.
Professor Snape lowered his head, no one could see the expression on his face...
At the same time, his eyes were fixed on his right arm.
Only Professor Albus Dumbledore's expression was not so heavy.
His face was full of surprise and curiosity... A few seconds later, he squinted across the castle.
...
All the stands fell into a dead silence.
In Gryffindor's stands, everyone fell silent.
A little girl in the first grade pressed her lips tightly to prevent her from crying.
On Hufflepuff’s side, Hannah Abbot’s face was full of tears, Alois Midgen was sobbing silently there, and Cedric Diggory thrust his wand into the ground fiercely...
In Ravenclaw's stands, men and women were plunged into fear and sadness. Except for Luna Lovegood, she was holding her chin and seemed to be lost in thought.
"Luna, don't you always say that he is your friend?" Melinda-Bobbin asked in a low voice.
"Yeah...but I don't think Jon is dead yet!" Luna murmured, "The harassment hovering on the corpse is different from before."
"Stop thinking about it..." Melinda smiled bitterly.
...
Slytherin's stand.
"Draco, that's great! He is dead!" Vincent Crabbe shouted excitedly.
"You don't seem very happy?" Georgi Gore asked curiously.
"This bastard!" Draco Malfoy's voice was incoherent: "I should have told my father... to ask him to ask the Dark Lord to spare this bastard... I should beat him and then humiliate him... ...Not like this...I should tell my father, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The Dark Lord will follow my father's advice..."
On the other side, Daphne Greengrass hugged her sister tightly.
"Astoria..." she said with a trembling voice.
"Is this a dream, sister..." Astoria's voice had never been so frightened: "Am I dreaming?"
"Yes, this is a dream, this is a dream..." Daphne cried.
"Sister, my head hurts..."
"Forget about it, don't be sad..."
Astoria shuddered and opened the mirror, a gift given to her by Jon at Hogsmeade a few months ago.
In the mirror, she seemed to see a pair of dark brown eyes suddenly flashing.
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