The Emerald at Hogwarts

Chapter 692 Mortals
Just as everyone's eyes continued to search for Voldemort, Ada waved the Elder Wand again and again, and the dark blue-black flame rolled back towards the sky under her command.

The tumbling flames converged in the sky, turning into arcs of light in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of arcs of light interweave in the Hogwarts playground, and finally form a domed net, a cage made of flames.

The cage of flames intertwined between heaven and earth is as silent as if frozen, but whoever dares to challenge this net of heaven and earth, and dares to break free from the shackles of the net, will surely feel the burning sensation of burning his body and burning his bones and heart.

The disappearing black mist condensed again, Voldemort's figure appeared, and the Dark Lord, who had nowhere to escape, had to fight to the death.He has no choice, and killing Ada is his only chance to escape.

The slender pupils in Voldemort's red eyes were full of hatred, he hated!He is not reconciled!

He hated Dumbledore who was dead but still calculated him step by step, he hated Harry Potter who had escaped from his palm several times, he hated Esmeralda Drizzt who had been obstructing and resisting him, he hated He hated Snape who betrayed him... He obviously trusted him so much...

Voldemort hated everyone present, he wished he could cramp and shatter every single one of them.

But Voldemort knew better than anyone else that he knew that he couldn't do this at all.There is more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Feng Shui took turns, it was always Voldemort who pushed others to a desperate situation, but today the person who fell into a dangerous situation and whose life and death were unpredictable was replaced by himself.How could this make Voldemort reconciled!
Seeing Ada approaching him step by step, Voldemort felt the fear of death in his heart, and his hand holding the wand trembled uncontrollably.He knew that the last moment was coming, and there was only a thin line between life and death.

"Are you going to kill me, Drizzt?" cried Voldemort, narrowing his scarlet eyes as he adjusted himself.

"I have to admit that simply taking your life will not satisfy me," Ada said quietly, continuing to walk towards Voldemort.

It seems that Ida has no fear in the world, and it seems that nothing can disturb her leisurely stroll. From the moment Voldemort jumped out of the auditorium, Voldemort had already lost the duel.

"You should live, live in pain, and spend every day of the rest of your life in pain. This is the greatest punishment for you."

Voldemort said viciously: "Death! Death is the worst! Only death!"

"What an elm head," said Ada, still approaching Voldemort, walking forward unobstructed.

She went on: "A rotten piece of wood is indestructible, Tom, and your greatest weakness is your inability to understand that there are things so much worse than death."

Voldemort couldn't bear this pain anymore, every step of Ida seemed to be stepping on the tip of his heart - every movement of raising his leg was like showing a dagger, and every sound of a shoe falling was like a dagger stabbing The sound of breaking your own heart!
"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot from Voldemort's wand.

Ada just sideways and avoided the spell, she said: "You are afraid of death, so you shatter your soul; Too persistent.

I never understood, why are you so obsessed with killing Harry Potter with your own hands? "

This question has troubled Ada for a long time.

Just like Dumbledore can't figure out Ada's brain circuit, Ada also doesn't understand what Voldemort is thinking, why is he so stubborn!
Leaving aside the issue of Harry being a Horcrux, since Voldemort couldn't hurt Harry himself, why didn't he send his Death Eaters to deal with Harry?
Even the Death Eaters couldn't kill Harry, so they could catch him!
There are so many Death Eaters that they can't even catch a student who hasn't graduated!No way!No way!

If magic can't kill Harry, then use physical methods, knives, axes, or just give him a chug.No matter how bad it was, Harry could be imprisoned and tortured every day.

There are always more ways than difficulties, but Voldemort is obsessed with killing Harry himself.

By the time the Dark Lord had the idea of ​​changing, it was too late, and he had already missed the opportunity to imprison Harry Potter.

Voldemort naturally wouldn't satisfy Ida's curiosity, he replaced his mouth with the wand in his hand.Another Killing Curse flew head-on, and Ada dodged again.

The difference is that this time Ada raised her wand and started to fight back, and a bright white light flashed across the playground.

The power of the gift of liberation was so great that Voldemort had to conjure up a shiny silver shield out of thin air to resist.The spell hit the shield with a low, gong-like trill, leaving a small indentation in the shield's surface.

Voldemort, who was hiding behind the silver shield, shot another green light, this time replaced by Ada raising the shield to defend.

The two parties to the duel were obviously two wizards standing at the top of the magic world, but they looked like two first-year students, they just shot sparks at each other and turned them into fatal spells.

Even though it doesn't look fancy at all, the hundreds of people watching still feel their scalps tingling.

The spells Ada and Voldemort shot at each other, even if they were hit, the Grim Reaper would ruthlessly wave the sickle and take away the life of the caster.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the morning sun became more and more dazzling. The two in the duel were finally about to decide the winner.It is not only a matter of superiority, but also of life and death.

"Avada Kedavra!" From the beginning of the battle to this moment, how many times Voldemort has recited the Killing Curse, I am afraid that he himself cannot count.

Ada raised the Elder Wand above her head, flicked it like a whip, and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

A Killing Curse as blue as the sky jumped out of the Elder Wand, and the two Killing Curses of completely different colors collided with each other, and the explosion caused by the impact was deafening, like someone detonating a bomb in a playground.

Everyone saw the azure blue light getting brighter, saw the miserable green light fading a little bit, saw the blue light gradually approaching Voldemort, and saw the blue light hit the silver shield solidly!

However, the solid silver shield failed to stop the Killing Curse, and the shield shattered with a bang, taking all Voldemort's hope with it.

The Killing Curse accurately hit Voldemort's chest, and blue light covered his body for an instant.

The blue light dissipated, and Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead like a mortal, his body no longer had vitality, and the snake face was empty and dazed.

Voldemort was dead, killed by Ada's Killing Curse.

There was no cheering or shouting, and the people were collectively stunned at this moment, as if the Scottish Highlands had turned into a Silent Hill.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...Suddenly, Hogwarts was like a flash flood. The noise, shouts, cheers, and roars instantly joined together, shaking the sky and the earth.

Won!This time I really won!

Everyone is venting and celebrating, everyone is shouting loudly, venting their fear of war and Voldemort, celebrating the end of the war, celebrating the demise of Voldemort.

Everyone hugged each other tightly, hundreds of people hugged into a ball, there is me in you, and you in me.

The dark clouds that had hung over the British wizarding world for decades have been dispelled, and this long nightmare is finally over.

(End of this chapter)