Harry entered the Forbidden Forest, following the winding paths of his memories to reach his destination.

The location of Voldemort kept flashing through his mind, mixed with Sirius's roar.

"Hahaha, you've finally arrived."

A chilling laugh echoed around them, and suddenly a transparent light barrier appeared around Harry.

Where is Sirius?

Harry stared intently at Voldemort.

He held his wand to his face, adopting a defensive posture.

"There is no Sirius, Harry, just as killing me is a lie."

Harry's body was controlled to fly upwards, and then he was slammed hard to the ground.

"Harry Potter?"

"The savior? The one who killed Voldemort?"

"Hahaha, what a hypocritical joke."

"Come on, Harry, let's duel! Let's fight to the death today!"

Voldemort laughed maniacally and held his wand horizontally in a gesture of respect for a wizard duel.

"Heart-piercing and bone-scraping!"

Ignoring Harry's reaction, Voldemort casually raised his wand, watching with glee as Harry suffered terribly.

The curse will not stop until the caster stops.

The excruciating pain will last forever.

Seeing that Harry had struggled until he lost his voice, Voldemort threw Harry against the tree trunk again.

"Harry Potter!"

"Pick up your wand!"

"Come on, come on, hahaha!"

Voldemort urged frantically, his long-held dream about to come true.

Harry was in a daze and couldn't even lift his wand.

"Why don't you take out your wand! Pick it up!"

Voldemort roared madly in Harry's direction, and a gust of wind blew up his black robes, revealing his hideous fingers and bulging veins.

Harry struggled to hold onto the tree trunk, the crimson light obscuring Voldemort's direction.

The terrifying voice was frantically urging him to take action.

No sooner had Harry raised his wand than Voldemort unleashed an "Avada Kedavra" on him.

After the green light faded, and as Harry fell, Voldemort, devoid of any martial virtue, spread his arms and roared to the sky.

"The savior is dead!"

"Harry Potter is dead! Hahahaha!"

A giant Dark Symbol appeared in the sky above Hogwarts, and the school was shrouded in green.

Voldemort's horrific voice echoed in the ears of every Hogwarts student.

When everyone opened the windows and saw the Death Eater symbol in the sky, they felt an unbearable bitterness in their hearts.

Many students huddled in corners, covering their faces and weeping.

Dumbledore is dead, Harry is dead, are the Death Eaters really going to win?

"Yay! Yay! Yay!"

Goyle and Crabbe burst into laughter, each laugh stimulating and teasing Draco's nerves.

"No, no..."

Harry is dead? How could Harry be dead?

Draco took a few steps back, the dizziness forcing him to grab the table behind him.

Harry was the savior, wasn't he? Why did he die?

The Dark Lord symbol outside the window was particularly conspicuous, and Draco seemed to have his bloodlust stirred.

He then turned and cast a "Heart-Piercing Bone-Scraping" spell on both Gore and Crabbe.

Hearing the two people's cries of pain, Draco didn't even look at them and rushed out of the room.

When he rushed into the Forbidden Forest and arrived at the place where Voldemort killed Harry, he discovered that there was more than just Harry's body there.

There was also Voldemort, and the hordes of Death Eaters surrounding him.

"Draco, come here."

Lucius stood at the front, holding Narcissa's hand and waving to Draco.

Everyone understood that the forces of resistance were no longer a threat.

Now, they have no choice but to remain steadfast in their belief in following the Dark Lord.

"Draco, come here."

Narcissa looked at her son, who was standing there in a daze, and reached out to greet him.

Draco simply shook his head, staring at Harry's corpse with red eyes.

He saw Voldemort's wand.

It is Dumbledore's wand.

Voldemort killed Harry with the wand he stole.