MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 218 207. The end and the end

"Oh wow! How are you? How are you?"

George had just dealt with a Death Eater in front of him, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a white light flying over and causing a guy who was in ambush not far away to fall. He turned his head and saw his two older brothers and his best buddy.

"You should really watch the wonderful moment Syr killed the big spider just now." Percy raised his eyebrows and looked at Sylvia who continued to move forward without saying a word .

"The castle was blown up and the children of Aragog climbed in," Fred explained.

"She's really all right?" George followed them. "She's angry that we didn't tell her?"

"Oh..." Fred seemed to remember this, "It's alright, it'll be all on my head then."

"She must understand why you don't want her to go to the battlefield." Percy said slightly worriedly, fending off all kinds of debris flying from nowhere, "You can protect her Like she protects you."

Fred clenched his fists, he knew that maybe neither of them would bring these two things up again, and the most important thing now was to win the battle.

"Searle! Searle!"

Sylvia turned her head and saw the running trio, and a curse threw away the Death Eaters who were in the way. "What's wrong?" she asked flatly.

"I saw Voldemort." Harry slammed Sylvia's shoulders down, "I'm in sync with him again! I saw Voldemort cast a spell on his snake Protected in case of an accident. He was in a…”

Sylvia suddenly woke up from her sleep and stared at the three of them.

Harry they haven't been to the Screaming Shack!

"I don't know where that is, a dark house! But I see some tricks scattered on the ground!" Harry asked anxiously, "I thought of you! You might know Where is that!"

"Screaming Shack." Fred and George spoke at the same time.

"Let's go, I'll take you there." Fred waved and told Harry and the others to follow.

"Who else is there?" Sylvia grabbed Fred and continued to ask. And Fred seemed to realize his recklessness and stopped.

Damn, these nodes are too close!

Sylvia is not good.

"Lucius Malfoy," Harry replied, "Voldemort told him to call Snape."

"Snape!" George's eyes turned with disgust.

"I'll take you there." Sylvia said quickly, and quickly stopped the twins from interjecting, "Fred, go to Norman, George, go to Waughlin, now, Right now! Take them there!"

The twins looked at each other.

"Maybe more people are needed." Percy asked uncertainly.

"Percy, do me a favor." Sylvia took Percy's arm, "Sirius, Kingsley, Moody, anyone is fine, as long as you meet Members of the Order of the Phoenix, let them capture Bellatrix Lestrange, but don't kill her yet."

"Okay." Percy nodded and ran away quickly.

"You two." Sylvia turned to the twins, "Trust me?"

Fred and George said nothing, nodded and ran away quickly.

"What happened? Why is it called..." Hermione asked. The four of them ran out of the castle together. The three young men wore invisibility cloaks, while Sylvia used a disillusionment spell.

"The Norman guy really understands black magic, maybe he can help unlock that protection magic." Ron guessed.

"Why is Voldemort calling Snape now?" Sylvia asked, just because she hadn't figured out how much to reveal at this time.

The time is wrong.

Instead of going to the Shrieking Shack right away, Harry took the time to find them first. Sylvia didn't know how far she had gotten when she arrived, and wasn't sure if they would have stood up and resisted if they told Harry that Snape had always been his own.

In short, very troublesome.

"Any orders for him?" Harry speculated.

"What can be so urgent?" Sylvia continued to ask.

"Kill me?" Harry pursed his lips.

"Everyone's order is to arrest you, Harry," said Sylvia. "Something very important must have gone wrong."

"He's going to cross-examine Snape." Hermione continued, "Perhaps what Snape did to his dissatisfaction?"

"Could Snape have a Horcrux?" Harry asked again.

"Anyway, it might be the key to defeating Voldemort, right?" Ron said quickly.

"Follow me, give me your hand." Sylvia didn't know what to say, "Andy and I learned a trick."

They had already left the castle, and Sylvia flew them to the screaming shack with great speed. With a wave of her wand, she picked up a branch and poked it at the scab, and the beating willow quickly quieted down.

"Climb in, be careful, don't make too much noise."

Sylvia went in first, followed by the three of them.

"You guys even have a secret base here! And where did you say it was going? The Screaming Shack?" Ron said incredulously, "Fred and George never said !"

"Talk to you about this later." Sylvia didn't think it would affect the last moment when she occupied the Shrieking Shack, "Listen, no matter what. Self-preservation comes first, understand?"

"Understood," they responded.

Sylvia climbed up the stairs and cast a muffler spell on herself and the three behind her to prevent them from making any noise. Talking came from the room ahead, but the end of the tunnel was blocked by what looked like an old box, making it sound a little muffled. They leaned together and looked through the narrow gap between the box and the cave wall.

Nagini was staying in the star-lit magical protection sphere floating in the air, twisting and coiling like underwater. Further up, she saw her horribly pale master, and Snape.

"But, Severus, I want to talk about you, not Harry Potter. You were very valuable to me, very valuable."

Sylvia covered her mouth, for fear of making a sound.

"Master knows I'm willing to serve you. But—let me find the boy, Master. Let me bring him to you. I know I can—"

"I told you, no!" Sylvia saw the red light in Voldemort's eyes, "Severus, my current concern is that when I finally face the What happened to that boy!"

"Master, of course there can't be a problem..."

"There is a problem, Severus, there is a problem."

Sylvia heard Voldemort stop pacing, and his pale fingers stroked the Elder Wand.

"Why don't the two wands I use work against Harry Potter?"

"I...I can't answer, Master."

"Really?"

Sylvia closed her eyes, clasped her fingers on her chest, and kept praying that Fred and George could find the two cousins.

The situation in the house is only getting more and more anxious at this moment.

"I found the third wand, Severus. Elder Wand, Destiny Wand, Death Rod. I got it from its previous owner, I got it from Albus It was taken from Dumbledore's grave."

"Master—let me find the boy—"

"I've been sitting here all this long night, seeing the edge of victory," said Voldemort, his voice almost whispering, "think, think, why the Elder Wand won't do what it does , refused to perform miracles for its rightful owner as legend has it... Now I seem to have the answer."

Sylvia held her breath.

"Perhaps you already know? You are a wise man after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must have happened."

"Master—"

"The Elder Wand doesn't work well for me, Severus, because I'm not its true owner. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its former owner. You killed it. Buzz Dumbledore. As long as you live, Severus, the Elder Wand can't really be mine."

Sylvia felt a little movement around her, maybe some of the three of them were trembling at the moment, or maybe it was just her trembling badly.

"Master!"

"There can be no other way. I have to conquer this wand, Severus. By conquering this wand, I have conquered Potter."

Then, Sylvia heard the fearful Parseltongue. She didn't know what Voldemort was talking about, but she knew perfectly well what he was going to say. Only then did she realize that she was in a cold sweat.

Snape let out a scream.

Sylvia closed her eyes.

Then there was a terrible scream.

Sylvia looked up sharply, and the little blood on Snape's face disappeared, the fangs of the snake digging into his neck. He weakly pushed the magic cage away, his knees fell to the ground, his face turned pale, and his dark eyes widened.

"I'm sorry," said Voldemort coldly.

He turned around with no sorrow or remorse in his heart. He pointed his wand at the starlit snake cage, which floated away from Snape. Snape fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound in his neck. Voldemort left the room quickly, without looking back, and the giant snake locked in the huge protective ball floated away with him.

Sylvia broke in, she almost crawled and rolled in front of Snape, she muttered various hemostatic spells, and her wand trembled and pointed at Snape Pu's neck wound.

"Please, Professor, hold on a little longer..."

Sylvia has released the illusion spell. She took out the concentrated potion that Hoddle had prepared earlier from her pocket, poured it on her palm, and applied it to the wound.

And his eyes were quickly drawn to something else, and Sylvia saw Harry crouching beside her, staring at the dying man's pale face.

Sylvia looked at Snape, who was looking into Lily's eyes.

Snape's throat made a terrible whirring, clucking, clucking.

"Take...go...take...go..."

Not only blood was oozing out of Snape, but a silver-blue thing that was neither gas nor liquid came out of his mouth, ears and eyes.

"No! Professor! You have to hold on!" Sylvia has emptied three bottles of potion.

"Look at...I..." Snape said softly.

Sylvia is still doing her best to buy him more time.

"Searle, why..." Ron's eyes widened, and he couldn't seem to find the right words.

"He's our man!" Sylvia sobbed ugly, "Snape was our man from beginning to end!"

"What?" Harry was stunned.

Just then, Voldemort's voice echoed through the walls and floor.

"You resisted bravely," said the high, grim voice. "Lord Voldemort knows how to appreciate courage."

"But you have suffered a heavy loss. If you continue to resist, you will die one by one. I don't want that to happen. The blood of the wizard, every drop is a loss and waste ."

"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I order my party to retreat, immediately."

"Give you an hour to place the dead decently and treat the wounded."

"Harry Potter, I'm speaking directly to you now. You let your friends die for you instead of standing up to me. I'll wait an hour in the Forbidden Forest. If you don't come to me in an hour and don't surrender, then the fight will continue. This time, I will go into battle myself, Harry Potter, I will find you, and I will punish every man who tries to hide you, Women and children are not spared.

"One hour."

Ron and Hermione shook their heads frantically.

And Harry looked at Sylvia.

"This." Sylvia pointed to the small bottle, "Go! No matter what he wants to show you! That must be the most important information, isn't it?" Harry clicked After nodding, he left in a hurry.

And just as he stepped out of the room, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

Sylvia had never felt that the two outrageously good-looking boys had such great charm, and as soon as the two of them looked inside, they immediately understood why they were being summoned. The two brothers stepped forward to check the wound, Norman waved his wand and began to control the condition, while Hoddle opened the potion bag he carried with him and began to prepare the potion to remove snake venom.

Fred and George said something reassuring to Harry and the others, nodded to signal them to leave, and then came to both sides of Sylvia and squatted down.

"Did you see Dora..." Sylvia suddenly remembered something and looked at the twins sharply.

"I met Dora and they caught Lestrange," Fred said. "Everyone's fine, Wafflenn's Flux works great."

"Don't worry, no one has been killed." George nodded, "We've seen many friends.

"That's good." Sylvia looked at Snape again, and asked tremblingly, "How is the professor?"

"It's all right." Norman said firmly, "This is not the first time I have dealt with the poison of that snake. How long will it take, Hoddle?"

"Soon," Hoddle said confidently.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although there will be better ways to stop the bleeding..." She had never regretted her partiality for a moment.

"You did a great job," Hoddle said reassuringly. "Just leave it to us."

“How did you think of calling us here?” Norman asked.

" Harry mentioned that Snape was called by Voldemort, and I felt that something was wrong. He called Snape at this juncture, there may be something wrong, and only Snape Pu can solve it. It is also possible that Snape was exposed." Sylvia explained, "I was thinking of calling someone for help, maybe it was the effect of the Flux? I chose you precisely."

Sylvia knew this should make sense. And at the juncture of life and death, no one will go to the bottom of it.

"He's our man?" Fred asked, apparently still holding a lot of grudge against the guy.

"Yes, I fell from the broom and hit Shenfeng Wuying again. He saved me." Sylvia nodded.

"But that's what he did, wasn't it?" George disagreed.

"I didn't want to say he was a good guy." Sylvia lowered her eyes, "But he did a lot for us."

"Dumbledore gave you the order to trust Snape?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Dumbledore..." Sylvia said, suddenly feeling something warm in her pocket, she took out the hot lemon snow treasure and received the message above.

Here we come.

He told us!

Sylvia felt completely relaxed, she let herself lie down and covered her face, but she couldn't stop her smile.

Well, it's all done.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked.

"Dumbledore." Sylvia sat up and looked at Fred, who immediately smiled knowingly.

"Really?" Norman laughed too.

"What?" Hoddle frowned, applying herbs to the wound.

"It's okay, Wafflin, and I don't understand as much as you." George folded his arms and looked at these overjoyed guys.

"Is he okay?" After Sylvia nodded, Norman leaned into Snape's ear, "Wake up, big nose, we really did it. "

Snape opened his eyes slightly, and the slightly raised smile at the corner of his mouth was somewhat smug.

"Go and meet the greatest wizard." Norman said beamingly, casting a glance at Hoddle, "Don't look at me like that, I'll tell you slowly."

Sylvia thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers: "Coco?"

The familiar house elf immediately appeared in front of her: "Miss Sylvia! Coco wants to see Miss Sylvia so much! Dobby said that Miss Sylvia blocked him for him. Sharp blade, what Coco admires most is..."

"Okay, Coco, listen to me." Sylvia had to stop him from going on, "Can you help take care of Headmaster Snape! You can take him to Headmaster Office? With these two gentlemen."

"Of course! Coco is willing to help!" Coco turned around happily and bowed.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Waughlin, do you have Veritaserum?" Sylvia had just asked when a bottle of Veritaserum floated into her hand.

"By the way, take us back to the castle by the way."

Coco brings the three troublemakers back to the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle.

The college tables are gone, and the auditorium is full. Survivors stood in groups of three and five, hugging each other. The wounded were concentrated on the high platform, and Madam Pomfrey and a group of assistants were treating them.

"Searle!"

"Dora!"

Sylvia saw her sister, ran over and gave her a big hug, but the latter almost lost her footing, but fortunately Remus reached out to support the two sisters.

"Moon face!" Sylvia held her brother-in-law with a free hand.

"I'm glad you're all doing well." Remus hugged her too.

"Why don't you have my share?" Sirius raised one eyebrow, and when his little niece looked up at her, he just smiled and waved his hand to keep her away.

Harry was gone, and Ron and Hermione joined the line to appease the wounded.

"We've never been able to find you." Mrs. Molly stepped forward and hugged her twin sons.

Only Sylvia knows how precious this scene is.

"Sylvia, aren't you going to say it? What you just said vaguely." George looked at Sylvia.

Just as he finished speaking, an old man wearing half-moon glasses and an old wizard who was very similar to him entered everyone's field of vision.

There was silence, a murmuring of disbelief, and then a few people asked tentatively "Dumbledore?".

George was stunned for a moment and looked back at Sylvia.

After Sylvia nodded to George, she looked at Dumbledore: "Are you alive?"

Dumbledore looked at her: "Thank you."

Everyone suddenly understood all of a sudden, like boiling, some people were cheering, some were crying, and some people were shouting some exciting slogans.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall looked furious. "What are you doing!"

"I'm sorry, Minerva." Dumbledore looked a little frightened, and showed a flattering smile, "Forgive me for leaving this time."

"Is this the case?" Moody said incredulously, approaching his old friend, "You lied to us all?"

"A life saved. It's complicated, we'll talk about it later. Maybe someone would like to write a report on this." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Anyway, thanks to us Little Searle."

"This is your secret mission?" Moody looked at Sylvia, "Girl, how can you hide it from us?"

"I didn't let her reveal it." Dumbledore explained first, "Searle paid too much for me, for the Order of the Phoenix, and for this war."

But fortunately, it's all worth it.

Sylvia cried with joy, and Fred took her in his arms.

"If Harry knew..." Hermione covered her mouth, "Professor Dumbledore! Voldemort wants Harry to go to the Forbidden Forest within an hour..."

"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded, "The war is not over, we still have a lot to do, Harry too, so do we."

"Where's Lestrange?" Sylvia looked at her sister.

"That's it." Dora pointed to a dim corner, no one approached there, only a bound figure, "Stunned with a stun spell to prevent her from going crazy. "

Sylvia walked with her head held high, raised her wand, and a stream of clear water burst out, hitting Bella in the face.

"Ah!" Bella screamed almost as soon as she woke up, and then she saw a sharp blade pointed lightly on the bridge of her nose.

"

"She's going to bite off her tongue!" Dora reacted smartly, and a wave of her wand stopped her from moving. But even if she opened her mouth, she couldn't answer the question.

"I'll do it." Sirius clicked impatiently, pointing his wand at his cousin, "Out of body." Patch Gold Cup."

Remus untied her rope.

Bella painedly, struggled, hated, and had to obey, took out the Hufflepuff Gold Cup from under her robe and handed it to Sylvia. After Sylvia held the gold cup, the members of the Order of the Phoenix immediately regained control of her.

"Is this true? Your master gave it to you?" Sylvia asked.

"Answer her question," Sirius ordered.

"Yes."

"Nice job!" Ron cheered, and the next second he jumped up to catch the gold cup that Sylvia suddenly threw, "Hey? What is this for?"

"The task of destroying it is up to you." Sylvia smiled and looked at them, "My dear Ron and Hermione."

"We? What can we do? The Gryffindor sword is with Harry!" Hermione frowned, "Professor Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore just tilted his head and gestured for them to obey Sylvia's arrangement.

"The Chamber of Secrets." Ron muttered.

"What?" Hermione looked at him.

"We can go to the Chamber of Secrets! Basilisk's Tooth!" Ron exclaimed.

"But, that would have to be Parseltongue..."

"You believe me! Come with me! I learned a few words from him!" Ron pulled Hermione out of the auditorium.

"Then next..." Fred looked at his girl, anticipating her new plans.

"Why don't you see Harry?" George asked the key.

Sylvia and Dumbledore looked at each other, knowing that they had reached the same conclusion.

Even if there are not too many casualties and partings, Harry will still choose to sacrifice himself. That was his courage, his determination and his heart. He is admired because the qualities he possesses are so precious.

"Harry he..." Sylvia looked at everyone, "He should go to the Forbidden Forest."

In the uproar, Dumbledore motioned for everyone to be quiet first: "Everyone, Harry is not going to die. Everyone listen to me..."

Light is slowly penetrating upwards from the horizon, and the night is gradually dissipating.

Voldemort's words cast a shadow over the castle again.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed on the run, and when you gave your life for him, he ran for his own life. We bring his body to you, To prove that your hero is indeed dead."

…

Sylvia got up and went out with her comrades.

"...Now, get out of the castle, kneel before me, and you will be forgiven. Your parents, children, brothers and sisters will also be forgiven, live on, and enter with me into what we are going to be A new world built together."

The revelry of the Death Eaters and the sound of heavy footsteps came, and the warriors in the castle also took firm steps and faced them with their heads held high.

Sylvia watched Voldemort caress Nagini's head with a pale finger, and the serpent had left the cage of protective magic. And Harry was hugged by Hagrid, and many people exclaimed in astonishment when they saw this scene.

"It's over! Hagrid, put him at my feet, he deserves to be here!" said Voldemort, "see? Harry Potter is dead! You guys! The deceived person, understand now? He is nothing at all, just a little boy who relies on others to sacrifice for him!"

"Relying on others to sacrifice for him?" Sylvia shouted, "His choice to go to the Forbidden Forest is a nobility you can never match!"

"He beat you!" Ron shouted, shaking too. The defenders of Hogwarts roared and shouted again. A second later, there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and everyone fell silent.

"He was killed while trying to escape the school," Voldemort said, seeming complacent at lying, "killed while trying to escape himself—"

Just then, Sylvia heard scuffles, shouts, and then another bang, a flash, and a painful grunt. Neville rushed out, disarmed and slumped to the ground, and Voldemort laughed and threw the challenger's wand aside.

"Who is this?" He said in a soft, snake-like hiss, "Who takes the initiative to test the law and let everyone see what will happen if they continue to resist after the defeat?"

"I'm Neville Longbottom." Neville stood up, dazzling like never before. He struggled to his feet with bare hands and no cover, and stood in the clearing between the survivors and the Death Eaters.

"I remember. But you're a purebred wizard, aren't you, my brave boy?" Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, empty palms clenched into fists .

"So what?" Neville exclaimed.

"You have shown courage and determination, and a noble birth. You will be a Death Eater to behold. We need people like you, Neville Longbottom."

"I won't go with you unless **** freezes." Neville said, "Dumbledore's Army!" The Breathless Charm doesn't seem to work either.

"Very good." Voldemort squinted, "If that's your choice, Longbottom..."

"Now!" Sylvia gave an order, and everyone raised their wands and fired a spell forward.

Faced with this sudden attack, the Death Eaters retreated for a while. With a wave of Voldemort's arm, it seemed that there was a strong wind blowing up the light in front of him, and he began to fight back. Just as he was complacent, a strong light devoured all the spells and fell on the Death Eaters like a rain of arrows.

Voldemort fends off the spell again, and this time he sees who the menacing wizard is.

"Dumbledore?"

Many Death Eaters widened their eyes and took a few steps back subconsciously.

Sylvia clearly saw fear flash across Voldemort's face.

"Do you still think that the death you said is really death?" Sylvia laughed.

Several seconds later, Voldemort's wand pointed to the sky, and the Death Eaters attacked.

Neville straightened up and broke free from the full-body restraint spell, and raised the Gryffindor sword - which Harry had given him before heading for the Forbidden Forest - he shouted "Harry tell me! What should I do!"

No one could hear the sound of the silver sword slashing, but it seemed to attract every eye. With one strike, Neville chopped off the serpent's head, whirling high into the sky, shining in the lights from the hallway. Voldemort opened his mouth and let out an angry cry, but no one could hear it, and then, with a thud, the snake fell heavily at his feet.

"Go ahead, Riddle." Dumbledore said, "You should be able to feel it."

"Your Horcruxes have been destroyed." As soon as Sylvia said this, the figure called a hero stood in front of them.

"Harry!"

The crowd cheered.

Sylvia saw that Harry was looking at Dumbledore, and he seemed to understand everything.

"Looks like it's up to me to end this good show." Harry smiled, turning to face his nemesis.

Following Harry's words when confronting Voldemort, Sylvia slowly gave Fred the weight of her body. After so many years and so many things happened, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It can no longer be obvious who has the greater chance of winning.

Sylvia raised her head, as if intending to see the sky through the ceiling.

If I show up, this is how the changed horoscope goes.

That's great.

A golden-red light burst from the magical sky overhead, and a small half-round dazzling sun appeared on the windowsill.

Sylvia held Fred's hand tightly, showing a small smile.

"Avada Suo!"

"Except your weapons!"

People flocked frantically to their heroes and hugged everyone's savior.

Sylvia looked at Voldemort, at this wizard who pursued glory and longed for eternal life, but left this beautiful world in such a mediocre and ugly way.

She can't wait to rush up and whip the corpse repeatedly.

In short, it's over.

Sylvia looked at the scene of the rising sun, thanked Merlin for all this, and then she joined the carnival of the crowd.

If possible, Mr. Merlin, allow me to say one more thing.

I have always had a wish.

I want to sing indistinct ballads as I want, with good times and good times in front of me, and a crowd of friends beside me. Leaning back, I fell into the arms of my beloved red-haired boy without hesitation, raised his head, and kissed the corner of his superior jaw.

Thank you for everything you have given me.

The author has something to say:

All Live! family! It can be officially celebrated! !

The next chapter will be the story after more than ten years! I will give an account of everyone's ending!

I still like the death of Voldemort in the novels, a mediocre death, like a most ordinary person returning to dust. This is also a place I have always admired Rowling's awesomeness! The Fall of the Dark Lord is nothing more than that. Pretty ironic.