Voldemort didn't get the chance to do it.

His soul didn't support him doing that.

The soul is so broken that it is impossible to cut off even a piece of it.

Snape's judgment was correct.

Harry reached out and grasped the hilt of the Sword of Gryffindor.

We must exert our strength to cut off Voldemort's head and find out.

"Potter," he said suddenly, "you are not as strong as I am."

His throat was pierced, but his elemental body was able to support him to continue speaking.

The effects of the two potions gradually wore off.

Harry paused and nodded slightly: "Yeah, I'm not stronger than you."

"But you're scared."

"So you lose."

Voldemort emphasized the words: "I am not afraid of you."

Harry said nothing.

"Does love really exist?" Voldemort, no, it was Tom Riddle who asked this question.

Dumbledore said quietly: "Of course it exists."

"You've had it, too."

"Really?" Tom Riddle's eyes were empty, his mind recalling the memories, and his tone was light and fluttering. It was unknown whether it was because he had little life left or because he did not believe what Dumbledore said.

Faces flashed through his mind.

When he first entered school, he experienced Slytherin's fixed custom - the little wizard who spoke up for himself when he was bullied by those pure-blood wizards.

The Ravenclaw girl who handed me a love letter in the fifth year.

In the Potions class, Slughorn cheered wildly for his own wonderful performance.

And Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr....

Do they love themselves?

Dumbledore was constantly monitoring Voldemort's mind. He nodded slightly, "Yes, those are the people who love you."

"It's just that you didn't care, you didn't believe it, and you missed it."

Tom Riddle closed his eyes.

Harry exerted force and cut off the head.

His soul, which had been loved but broken by himself, dissipated.

"He is dead." Dumbledore said softly, his voice full of sighs and emotion.

This has been a nightmare that has plagued the wizarding world for decades.

He was also a student who caused him endless trouble and deep guilt.

He was resurrected several times and returned several times, but this time, he was really dead.

Voldemort's body collapsed like quicksand. It was originally made of white frost and gathered together with his soul as the core. Now the thing that gathered and restrained them disappeared, and everything disappeared.

The white frost surged and instinctively spread out and eroded around.

But in Voldemort's memory, there is a lot of knowledge about how to control the white frost.

Harry controlled the small cloud of frost with a flick of his wand and repeated Dumbledore's words: "He is dead."

"Harry, are you okay?" Yennefer teleported over and asked worriedly.

The battle just now was massive.

Even the aftermath of the battle killed many wild hunts - the milky white flame that seemed to have no temperature was extremely violent. Once it came into contact with a wild hunt, it spread to the whole body and froze it. Even a slight breeze would blow the entire frozen body away and turn it into powder.

That was the powder left by the corpse being burned by fire.

Just by looking at this one flame, Yennefer knew in her heart that this was no match for her.

Even avoid it.

Harry shook his head: "Some minor injuries, just apply some diffusa."

Avallac'h walked over and looked at the corpses on the ground: "You have brought a huge mess to the Ain'el elves."

"You asked for it," Harry said bluntly.

Geralt chimed in: “If you weren’t chasing Ciri, there wouldn’t be any trouble.”

"We hope to resolve the issue peacefully." Avallac'h said softly.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly. "Peace, it's really ridiculous to hear this word come out of your mouth."

The Ain'El elves are not as sophisticated as their art makes them seem.

Peace?

How could a race that has fought and invaded countless worlds be associated with this word?

"Shall we sit down and talk?" Avallac'h asked.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Tiny lightning surged on the flat ground, white light flashed, and Ciri teleported and appeared: "I saw that there was no fight, so I teleported over."

"I'm not too sure about being with Gale."

Avallac'h was startled.

Ciri's words were undoubtedly an answer to the question he had just raised.

Harry said softly: "Ciri is worried about you, and we are also worried about you."

"You should think about how to clean up this mess."

“We have had a pleasant cooperation.”

Harry shook his head and waved his wand, creating a stone archway in its place: "We cooperate because we have a common enemy."

"The enemy has now been eliminated."

"Let's not bother each other."

Avallac'h sighed.

Ciri understood what he meant, and for the second time, she opened the door to the world smoothly.

"You really don't want to sit down and talk?" Avallac'h did not give up and tried again.

Harry didn't answer. He flicked his wand, carefully lifted Snape into the air, and walked into the Gate of the World.

Dumbledore was the last.

When they all left, the World Gate disappeared, leaving only an empty archway.

Gale arrived and looked at Avallac'h, then at the door. "Didn't you leave them behind?"

"I can't stay." Avallac'h shook his head.

Gale frowned.

In these events, the ones who suffered the most losses were the Elves of Ain and El.

The king died again.

The Wild Hunt was almost wiped out.

"At least, there are still their magic notes on studying white frost." Gale said to himself, as if to comfort himself.

This was their only gain.

Hogwarts.

All traces of Voldemort's last attack had disappeared, and the mermaids had toiled day and night and finally managed to break through all the ice.

Harry, Dumbledore and Snape hurried to the school infirmary.

The injuries on his body frightened Madam Pomfrey. After simple treatment, she rushed him to St. Mungo's Hospital.

In the principal's office.

By the time they finished dealing with Snape's affairs, it was already late at night and they finally had the chance to sit down and rest.

"Are you planning to go back? Or stay here for a while?" Harry asked Geralt and Yennefer while treating his wounds.

"Ciri's problem has been solved, but yours hasn't." Yennefer looked at his head, "We should stay for a while longer until the thing on your head is cleared."

Geralt nodded as well.

He likes this world very much. It is peaceful, safe, and full of interesting things.

Ciri frowned bitterly. In the next period of time, she would have to study hard and master the power in her body.

They chatted for a while longer.

Harry returned to the common room.

He spoke the password Dumbledore had just given him and pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady.

Just like before.

By the fireplace, two people were waiting for him.