The Emerald at Hogwarts

Just as everyone's eyes continued to search for Voldemort, Ada waved the Elder Wand in her hand repeatedly, and the dull blue-black flames rolled back towards the sky under her command.

The churning flames met in the sky and turned into arcs of light in the blink of an eye.

Thousands of arcs of light intertwined in the playground of Hogwarts, eventually forming a large domed net, a cage made of flames.

The cage of flames intertwined between heaven and earth is as silent as being frozen, but whoever dares to challenge this dragnet and break away from the shackles of the snare will surely feel the burning fire and the burning bones and hearts.

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

The slender pupils in Voldemort's red eyes were filled with malice, he hated it!He is not willing to give in!

He hated Dumbledore who was already dead but still plotting against him at every step. He hated Harry Potter who had escaped from his grasp several times. He hated Esmeralda Twisted Fate who had been obstructing and resisting him. He hated Snape for betraying him... He obviously trusted him so much...

Voldemort hated everyone present, and he wanted to tear off everyone's skin, cramps, bones and ashes.

But Voldemort knew better than anyone else. He knew that he was completely unable to do this now.The mind is full but the strength is not enough.

Things have changed, and Voldemort has always pushed others into desperate situations, but today it was himself who was in danger and whose life or death was uncertain.How could Voldemort be willing to do this!

Looking at Ada approaching him step by step, Voldemort felt the fear of death in his heart, and his hand holding the wand was shaking uncontrollably.He knew that the final moment was coming, and there was only a thin line between life and death.

"Are you going to kill me, Drizzt?" Voldemort said loudly, he narrowed his scarlet eyes and kept adjusting his state.

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

It seemed that Ada no longer had any fear in the world, and it seemed that nothing could disturb her stroll. From the moment Voldemort jumped out of the auditorium, Voldemort had already lost the duel.

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

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

"What a stupid head." Ada said, she was still approaching Voldemort, walking forward without any obstruction.

She continued: "You cannot carve out rotten wood, Tom. Your greatest weakness is your inability to understand that there are things far worse than death."

Voldemort could no longer endure this pain. Every step Ada took seemed to step on the apex of his heart - every movement of raising a leg was like a dagger being revealed, and every sound of shoes falling to the ground was like a dagger stabbing. The sound that breaks your own heart!

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light shot from Voldemort's wand.

Ada just turned sideways to avoid the spell. She said: "You are afraid of death, so you fragmented your soul; you are afraid of death, so you attach too much importance to that prophecy, and it also affects Harry Potter." Too persistent.

I've never understood why you insist on killing Harry Potter with your own hands? "

This question has troubled Ada for a long time.

Just like Dumbledore always couldn't figure out Ada's brain circuit, Ada didn't understand what Voldemort was thinking and why he was so stubborn!

Putting aside the issue of Harry being a Horcrux, since Voldemort couldn't harm Harry himself, why didn't he send his Death Eaters to deal with Harry?

Even the Death Eaters can't kill Harry, so catching him can help!

There are so many Death Eaters that they can't even catch a single student who hasn't graduated, right?No way!No way!

If magic can't kill Harry, then use physical methods, such as knives, axes, or simply kill him with a shuttle.Even if it doesn't work, Harry can 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 a change of heart, it was already too late. He had already missed the opportunity to imprison Harry Potter.

Voldemort naturally would not satisfy Ada's curiosity, so he replaced his mouth with the wand in his hand.Another killing curse flew towards her, 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 a shining silver shield out of thin air to resist it.The magic spell hit the shield, making a low gong-like trill, leaving a small dent on the surface of the shield.

Voldemort, who was hiding behind the silver shield, shot out another green light, this time it was Ada who raised the shield to defend.

The two parties in the duel were obviously two wizards who stood at the top of the magic world, but they looked like two first-year students. They just exchanged sparks and turned them into shooting death spells at each other.

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

The spells that Ada and Voldemort exchanged, even if they were hit, the god of death would ruthlessly wave the sickle and take away the life of the person who was cast.

As time passed, the morning sun became more and more dazzling, and the two men in the duel finally decided the winner.It's a matter of life and death as well as superiority and inferiority.

"Avada Kedavra!" From the beginning of the battle to this moment, Voldemort had recited the Killing Curse so many times that he himself could not even count it.

Ada raised the Elder Wand above her head, whipped it like a whip, and shouted equally loudly: "Avada Kedavra!"

A killing curse as blue as the sky jumped out of the Elder Wand, and two killing curses with completely different colors and lights collided. The explosion caused by the impact was deafening, like someone detonating a bomb on the playground.

Everyone saw the blue light getting brighter and brighter, saw the miserable green light fading little by little, saw the blue light gradually approaching Voldemort, and saw the blue light hit the silver shield firmly!

However, the solid silver shield failed to stop the Killing Curse. The shield shattered with a bang, carrying all of Voldemort's hopes.

The killing curse accurately hit Voldemort's chest, and blue light instantly covered his body.

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

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

There were no cheers or shouts. People were collectively stunned at this moment, and the Scottish Highlands seemed to have turned into Silent Hill.

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

Won!This time I really won!

Everyone was venting to their heart's content and celebrating without emotion. Everyone was shouting loudly, venting their fear of war and Voldemort, celebrating the end of the war and the death of Voldemort.

Everyone hugged each other tightly, and hundreds of people hugged each other. I am among you, and you are among me.

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