So he not only killed Dumbledore, he also killed Harry?

Draco looked down at his palm.

He was slender and delicate, just like his young age.

In a daze, Draco even saw blood gushing from his white palm.

The red stains covered his palms, sliding down his wrists and into his black and white shirt, leaving streaks of blood on his body.

Bloodstains crisscrossed, and Drak felt as if they formed a large net, tightly binding his body and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The sound of a heartbeat amplified infinitely, culminating in the explosive sound of flesh being torn apart.

It hurts...it hurts so much...

Draco crouched on the ground, clutching his forehead, the withered branches and leaves beneath his hands crushed into tiny pieces.

Mom... Draco, it hurts so much...

Xiao Long tried to reach out and grab Narcissa's clothes, but in the end he could only kneel on the ground, panting.

"Draco, Draco!"

Narcissa threw Lucius's hand away and ran quickly to Draco, cupping his face in her hands.

"Child, tell me what's wrong?"

Before she could finish speaking, tears streamed down her face. Narcissa, with the bond between mother and son, could feel Draco's pain at that moment.

Lucius's Adam's apple bobbed, and his left foot involuntarily took a step forward.

His platinum blonde hair was neatly combed into a low ponytail today, tied with a black ribbon in a bow.

It was Narcissa who tied her up.

"Lord!"

Voldemort stretched out his hand to block his way, and Lucius had no choice but to bow his head and obey.

"Draco, my dearest child, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

Narcissa held Draco tightly, who seemed to have lost his will, and sobbed softly.

"Draco, you seem to have disappointed me somewhat."

The sound of Voldemort moving behind them was exceptionally loud, each step accompanied by a rustling sound.

Naxi Sha was pushed aside without hesitation.

"Um!"

The tip of the wand jabbed hard into Draco's chin, causing him to groan in pain.

"Draco, are you mourning Harry?"

How ironic, Draco.

"If you feel so sorry for Harry, then you should die with him..."

Voldemort hadn't finished speaking.

Draco suddenly leaped up, his green-glowing wand piercing Voldemort's eye.

"Dear Dark Lord, villains die from talking too much."

With tears streaming down its face, the little dragon gritted its teeth and choked back sobs as it sarcastically addressed the Dark Lord.

Scalding tears dripped onto Voldemort's face, burning his skin and sending up puffs of white smoke.

Draco, still not satisfied, continued to stir the wand that was stuck in Voldemort's eye.

"Do you think... I'm going to die?"

"Only Harry can kill me in this world."

Voldemort's facial features began to move uncontrollably, and his cold words stunned Draco.

A spell suddenly appeared from among the Death Eaters, heading straight for Draco.

"Damn it! Kill Draco!"

Bella screamed from the crowd, and Narcissa threw herself at Draco without hesitation.

Lucius rushed out quickly to try and separate Narcissa and Draco.

But how can a person move faster than a curse?

Just as Lucius's eyes widened in fury, Harry's upper body suddenly sprang up.

He shoved Narcissa and Draco aside and grabbed his wand.

"Divine Thunder Guidance!"

This is a spell that Shen Yulou specially taught Harry, a spell that allows him to escape the Ministry of Magic's control and also kill Voldemort.

In the story, Voldemort's Elder Wand is loyal to Harry and will not harm its master.

Therefore, Voldemort's Killing Curse was reflected back and hit him directly.

But the plot has changed, and Harry must find a spell that can kill Voldemort.

Thunder rumbled in the sky above the Forbidden Forest, and seven bolts of lightning struck down towards Voldemort.

Everyone rolled to the side to avoid being hit by the lightning.

After the lightning struck, Voldemort's body didn't even leave ashes.

Harry lowered his arm, which had been shielding him from the light, and finally revealed a relieved smile.