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Dumbledore asked, "Over in the Forbidden Forest?"
Chu Yang replied, "Voldemort's reinforcements have all been dealt with, and everyone is fine."
Snape, who knew the inside story, was shocked and turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore didn't say much, he just smiled.
The War Tree begins to drive away the Dementors as soon as it enters the arena.
Although the latter can fly, it doesn't reach half the height of the tree-man.
The centaurs charged quickly and fiercely.
Before the Death Eaters could even react, many had already perished under their iron heel.
In just one round, the Death Eaters suffered more than half casualties.
The Death Eaters, having suffered heavy losses, fought back fiercely.
However, the centaurs were extremely fast, and the battlefield was very chaotic, making the spells very difficult to hit.
Enraged, Voldemort raised his wand, ready to take action himself.
A white flash came from a short distance and struck Voldemort's wand.
Dumbledore walked slowly over. "That's enough, Tom."
Voldemort stared coldly at Dumbledore, feeling extremely resentful.
If he could truly be reborn and regain his own physical body, he would never have had his wand knocked away by Dumbledore so easily.
Voldemort angrily questioned, "Dumbledore, why do you repeatedly oppose me? You yourself are a pure-blood, why don't you agree with my pure-blood ideology?"
Dumbledore looked at his former student and shook his head in disappointment. "Tom, the pursuit of pure blood is not a reason for you to inflict violence on others at will. Stop deceiving yourself; all you want is power."
Voldemort sneered, "Don't judge me with that sanctimonious air. Aren't you yourself enamored with power?"
"Most of the higher-ups in the Ministry of Magic are your students, and magic schools in other countries also hold you in high esteem, not to mention Hogwarts."
"You yourself are in the spotlight, so what gives you the right to accuse others of coveting power?"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Mr. Tom Riddle, as a former Dark Lord, I am somewhat disappointed with the composure you displayed in your final moments."
"Can't the loser just shut up and die?"
Chu Yang, leading the unicorn, stepped out from the crowd and headed towards Voldemort.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Voldemort suddenly recalled the memories of being severely injured twice before.
"It's you?!"
Voldemort took a few steps back in terror.
Everyone looked at Chu Yang in surprise. Why was Voldemort afraid of him?
As Chu Yang walked past Voldemort, Dumbledore and Snape both gripped their wands tightly.
Voldemort was surprised that Chu Yang didn't stop talking to him, but actually walked right past him.
Then, a sense of humiliation I had never felt before welled up inside me.
Voldemort suddenly turned his back, his eyes wide with rage, staring intently at Chu Yang's retreating figure!
An orphan from the Muggle world, who happens to possess wizarding talent, dares to ignore him!
However, Chu Yang didn't care about Voldemort's thoughts at all.
In his mind, the safety of these companions was far more important than the Dark Lord. Who would want to communicate with a short-sighted bipolar madman?
"No one has ever dared to treat me like this before!"
Voldemort's hands surged with magical power.
In the entire wizarding world, his skill in wandless spellcasting is second only to Dumbledore!
Even without his wand, he can still cast the Killing Curse!
“Avada Keda…”
The incantation was not yet finished.
An even brighter light erupted from behind Voldemort, piercing through his body.
It is also the body of "Barty Crouch Jr."
Voldemort's expression froze abruptly, as the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart slowly washed over him.
As Voldemort's life came to an end, he looked at Dumbledore with a cold smile, "To get rid of me, you sacrificed Harry Potter. From now on, you will suffer the torment of your conscience every moment."
"Dumbledore, you will become a more pathetic wretch than I am..."
Just then, a small figure appeared on the battlefield and shouted, "I'm not dead!"
Voldemort looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Accompanied by Sirius Black, Harry, Ron, and Hermione braved the danger and returned to school.
Although Dumbledore had warned them not to leave the Forbidden Forest, Harry was still unwilling to hide.
Sirius respected his idea, so he brought him over.
Harry's appearance made Voldemort completely question the meaning of life.
Why didn't Harry Potter die?
Voldemort was still thinking about this question in the last moments before his soul disappeared.
Without Voldemort's soul possessing him, Barty Crouch Jr.'s consciousness once again took control of his body, but he was not happy because he understood what that meant.
Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.
Voldemort was both a faith he sought and a father figure to him.
Sensing Voldemort's disappearance, the Death Eaters stood there blankly, as if their souls had been ripped away.
The centaur warriors ceased their attack and gathered around Chu Yang to receive his treatment.
After Voldemort's death, the Dementors also left the skies above Hogwarts.
Dumbledore stared at the departing Dementors and said in a deep voice, "I never imagined that Dementors would join Voldemort's side."
Professor McGonagall, still shaken, said, "They are not trustworthy."
Hagrid coughed and said, "We can't generalize like that. Some monsters are quite cute, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall was speechless and couldn't be bothered with Hagrid, this Fury fanatic.
Most teachers agreed with Professor McGonagall's view.
After this battle, the Dementors can no longer be trusted by the magical world, and it's only a matter of time before they are driven out of Azkaban.
Snape stared blankly at the spot where the Dark Lord's soul had vanished.
He never dreamed that everything would go so smoothly.
The day Lily was killed by Voldemort feels like yesterday.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is truly amazing; he dealt with Voldemort in no time. Don't you agree, Mr. Black?"
"Of course! That's Dumbledore! The greatest wizard in the world!"
Snape glanced deeply at Harry, who was celebrating with Sirius, then turned and left alone.
After the great battle, Minister of Magic Fudge arrived late with the Aurors.
Fudge looked around and saw Death Eaters lying in wait everywhere, along with Centaur warriors watching their every move.
Fudge rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous. He turned to the Auror behind him and asked, "If I remember correctly, don't centaurs hate wizards?"
The Aurors all nodded in agreement.
“You’ve come at just the right time, Mr. Fudge.”
Professor McGonagall spoke gently, but Fudge heard only sarcasm in her voice.
“We’re on our way to Hogwarts as quickly as possible, Professor McGonagall.”
Fudge gave a wry smile, then straightened his tie and went to Dumbledore's side, asking in a low voice, "Where is 'that person'?"
The towering Dumbledore stared down at Fudge, his sharp gaze causing Fudge to silently turn his head to the side.
"From now on, no one needs to avoid mentioning Voldemort's name. As Minister for Magic, I hope you can set an example for your colleagues."
"Tom Riddell is completely dead."
Dumbledore's deep voice reached everyone's ears.
The news of Voldemort's death left Fudge slightly stunned.
It took him a moment to come to his senses, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Is he really dead this time?"
He was truly afraid that Voldemort would make a comeback in the near future.
"Tom Riddle is indeed dead..." After saying this, Dumbledore's gaze suddenly turned to Chu Yang.
He stared blankly at the boy who looked remarkably like Voldemort.