Chapter 175 TE (End)

Harry watched with his own eyes as Dumbledore fell from the tower like a puppet, with the incomplete and damaged Hogwarts, his former home, reflected behind him.

He wanted to rush up and yell at the figure on the tower overlooking the victory, and cast the most vicious spell, even at the cost of his life. The young boy before the competition might have been able to do such a thing, but he had long since left his confused and sensitive youth.

Hermione tried her best to hold back her sobs and wanted to take his hand to dissuade her. Before she could speak, Harry had already said: "I know, Hermione."

Ron patted his shoulder, and Ginny leaned towards him silently. Tighter.

He also has family—all those who refuse to surrender their thoughts and ideals to become lambs. As long as he, the former savior and the boy who survived the catastrophe, exists for one more day, people's faith will become stronger.

Firmly believe that there is hope for them.

He drew this path for himself in Dumbledore's office after the Tournament.

It was a moment of frustration, but I will never regret it.

Mu Yu stepped out of fairy tales as early as eleven years old and deceived everyone with his perfect disguise. It's time for him to grow up, learn to be brave like his parents, and learn to face death calmly like Dumbledore.

"We don't have much time." He turned around and looked at eyes full of expectation and hope. "Don't let Dumbledore, the soldiers in the castle, and all those who were unfortunately killed die in vain."

He started with his family. Endless exile.

They tried their best to station the place where they could study the soul in any possible place - inhabitable and inhospitable places. He endured the stench of rats surging in the sewers of New York, endured the violent snow and ice in Antarctica, and was bitten by venomous snakes and ants in the hot rainforest. He also persuaded people to stick to their thoughts every chance they got.

Often at the cost of life.

Fighting is always the main theme. Their spells are becoming more and more sophisticated, and they have even developed their own weapons. However, they still cannot avoid the increasing number of people dying.

Some people fought until death, while others couldn't stand the resistance of fleeing day after day, and finally surrendered their beliefs and thinking.

Sometimes Harry had doubts, doubts about how far they could go, and questions about what they were fighting for.

Whenever doubts arise, the place in his heart where Dumbledore once pointed will always feel faintly hot, reminding him of his parents' will in a different way.

Not only parents, but also many people who died before dawn.

He must uphold their will, even if he is very likely to turn into a pile of dry bones buried in the darkness before dawn.

Even the people closest to him, Ron, Hermione, and his wife Ginny, have never seen his hesitation.

The only thing that surprised him was that Malfoy chose to stay with them and endure the pain of exile, and even held the simplest wedding with Astoria after a year in exile.

Time and fighting were enough to wear away the edge between each other, and even Harry himself couldn't believe that one day he could face Malfoy calmly.

On a hot and humid night in the rainforest, two former rivals were arranged to stay together for the night.

At first, the two of them just distanced themselves silently, sticking to their own areas. Perhaps it was the entangled emotions that intensified the entanglement in the rain forest and became heavier and heavier, or perhaps it was just because the vigil was boring, Harry asked a question that he didn't expect the answer to: "Why did you follow him out? "

The noisy insects and occasional bird calls make the unexpected answer even more unreal.

"Even though our family has reached that status, my mother is still afraid. She can't fall asleep all night. She is afraid that when she wakes up, my father and I are like the whole Shen family... She just wants me to live, but she doesn't know that the more this happens, the more I will... The more afraid you are, the more you doubt that you shouldn't question it. I'm sorry for her."

The familiar sneer seemed to pull Harry back to the first time they met on the first grade train, but the boy with a face full of arrogance and disdain had already changed beyond recognition: "Potter, I'm more afraid of death than you are, and I'm more afraid of pain than you are. Don't expect me to have the same awareness as you."

In the vast darkness, Harry could only hear the crisp sound of his feet stepping on the leaves. The following words were more like falling into the mud: "Leah..."

Daphne Greengrass died in the same rain forest.

The site where they were temporarily stationed was discovered again, and the most critical research was at a critical juncture. Daphne volunteered to step in and send out the most core information.

But people are dying.

This once arrogant Slytherin girl looked down on Gryffindor the most. Now she has been cursed by at least dozens of curses. She didn’t even complain of pain at all. She grabbed his hand tightly and said, "Take care of Leah for me." She breathed hard and refused to close her eyes. "We will win, Potter, we will win!"

Astoria was pregnant at the time.

Hermione kept it secret for a week, but Astoria still knew about it. After being frightened, she gave birth to a boy with difficulty. The Bloodborne Curse finally broke out in her body, which may be a relief to her.

She only had time to glance at the child: "Scorpius, what's the child's name?" She stared at Harry, exactly like her sister, "We will definitely win."

Since then, Malfoy has not said a word. talk. One day he could no longer speak.

He rushed into the artillery fire in the dark night, turned into a colorful firework, burned into a short but bright enough flame, and finally melted lightly into the cold soil and stagnated until it decomposed into dust.

Harry always bears everyone's attention and hopes. Every time someone is sacrificed, the burden on him becomes heavier. At first, he was irritated by this, but later he learned to bear it calmly.

He has repeatedly rushed to the forefront of the battle, even if the savior may not be able to save the world, even if the boy who survived has no shelter when facing death.

In the end, he is about to meet his own, fateful death.

It was a warm afternoon. The warm light blurred the hanging corpses and melted the dripping blood into colorful paint, which fell into his mouth drop by drop.

A little bit of blood comes from his close friend, his wife who has been with him for many years, and his companions who never left him on the road to exile, bringing together the past that can no longer be recalled.

He was forced to hang here together, watching the fresh lives being dried in the sun, looking at the sun that didn't know when it would rise again, quietly waiting for the final verdict of his old enemy.

He was calmer than expected, so calm that he could watch the crowd gathered at the execution ground indifferently, trying to extract something from the thin expressions of each one.

Today is undoubtedly a gorgeous ceremony, show and funeral. From today on, the savior will no longer be able to provoke resistance, and the almighty God will no longer have weaknesses.

"This time there will be no stupid woman willing to sacrifice for you, no old man to protect you, and even all your friends will be dead, Potter." His old enemy has never changed - high-pitched, cold, and powerful , his flawless skin only made him less and less human, "You lost."

An era is about to come to an end.

However, the continuation of this era is being written in an unknown corner.

Harry looked at him calmly, not as if he was looking at an enemy, and without the despair that a person facing the death penalty should have: "She gave you a body and gave you eternal life," as if he had not realized the provocation. This topic seemed to arouse Riddle's rage and bring more torture. Harry calmly looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, refusing to give another look to his old enemy, "She sees far more clearly than you. You have many things." I don't understand, I feel sorry for you too, Riddle."

"How dare you..."

"Of course I dare. There is one more thing you can do before killing me, and it is the only thing you can do." Another drop of blood fell on his lips, and Harry swallowed it directly. , "Repent, repent of your past, be brave..."

The severe pain made him unable to speak anymore, and his last consciousness seemed to be chasing the warm sun. He seemed to have seen the buried Deng Temple again. From the high tower of Bledo, he stared at the delicate figure falling from the high tower, interpreting death into eternity.

But no matter what, he couldn't connect it with the eleven-year-old girl reading a book calmly on the train.

He once thought that Mu Yu belonged to the light like them and stood equally under the sun. Unfortunately, the devil had tarnished this beauty and eroded the pure light into deep darkness, shrouding the world.

They couldn't be more wrong. Her evil needs no excuse. Any behavior that attributes it to the dark past or the devil's bewitchment is a great insult to her.

Without this girl, would the world be different - their children would not be born and trained to be warriors, always vigilant and tamed into lambs.

Harry Potter woke up from a long dream, his whole body seemed to be soaked in water.

"Harry, Harry," Ginny was patting his face gently, full of worry, "What's wrong with you? You keep talking nonsense."

The night in Godric's Hollow was so quiet that even the chirping of insects was hard to hear.

"Where are the children?" Harry just held Ginny's hand and asked sadly

. James Albus is at school and Lily is asleep." She wiped the sweat from Harry's forehead and stopped asking him what he was dreaming about. "You forgot" the

extremely clear dream when he woke up with his wife's comfort . It gradually blurred into a silhouette of nothingness, and only the rich haze of despair remained, mixed with the scars left by the war nineteen years ago, which can no longer be erased.

He suddenly remembered something, an insignificant detail that was suddenly engraved in his mind.

After a shuddering silence, the rising sun shone on the windows, and people rushed towards him, shouting, their incomprehensible cries deafening. He was wrapped up in the crowd and forced to move in the crowd, unable to tell who was touching or hugging him. He was lifted high and lowered by the crowd for a while. The moment he was lifted high, he glanced at the fallen corpse that no one cared about.

Tom Riddle fell to the ground, no different from a mortal, except for a red flower blooming next to his pale body. The petals were delicate, and each root extended from the center of the flower, swaying in the sun.

The fiery red stands out against the pale color, blooming quietly and unobtrusively close to the corpse.

The war was so chaotic. Who knew what spell or magic potion and herbs worked together to create this flower that he had never seen before.

Harry couldn't help but want to take a few more looks, but the person collecting the corpse didn't give him a chance. They stepped on the red flowers indifferently, and the slender flower body was easily trampled into mud and turned into an insignificant wisp of dust on the auditorium floor.

Nineteen years later, he still clearly remembers the blooming flower.

"It's okay," he hugged Ginny and touched the scar on his head inadvertently, "I had a nightmare."

The scar had not hurt in nineteen years, and everything was peaceful.

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Because of the exam at that time, I originally wanted to leave something in the ending, but I forgot about it, but I suddenly remembered it today. TE is indeed an ending that I want to insist on, because I always feel that without OOC, no matter whether it is the original character or the original creation, no one can be with No Nose He, and the contradiction I want to run through is always eternity and immortality contradiction. The eternity in Xiaoyu's mind is the ultimate glory that blooms when the sunset is about to sink, and the best beauty when flowers are in full bloom. She enjoyed the process of climbing to the top and the momentary joy of seeing all the mountains, but she was unwilling to face her doomed demise. This is her unique aesthetic and pursuit, a romantic and tragic color given by her childhood and repressive family of origin. She understands that life is now long and even approaching eternity, and two people with a strong desire for control will inevitably end up fighting each other when the foreign enemy temporarily retreats. Love or any emotion is not a necessity for power creatures, let alone an obstacle. But this kind of fight has no aesthetic meaning to her, not to mention that even the power they are destined to fight for cannot be eternal. These are all misfortunes. Therefore, Xiaoyu will choose to end his formal life with a partner who is both a soul mate and an opponent at the moment of reaching the top to fulfill his own aesthetic. It was her constant indifference to worldly life that allowed her and Riddle to go through a relatively stable period, and even gave him the illusion that he could tolerate sharing power with one person. Riddle must be ruthless. The original work depicts his motives very clearly. He just wants to enjoy eternal power alone. He disdains the emotions that ordinary people cherish, and will not let such emotions hinder his judgment and block his progress. road. He is not some tyrannical boss or some pitiful little boy who loves but cannot turn to evil. He has been a lunatic since he was a child. Only a madman can understand a madman, only a madman can get along with a madman, and only a madman can lead a madman to repent. However, the tone of the ending must be sad and helpless, and staying together forever and loving each other is a false proposition for this kind of person.