Chapter 91 The Death of Lord Voldemort

Swish!

The black magic wand passed across Voldemort's neck.

A flash of silver light flashed, followed by a red and black blood line.

Voldemort left a meaningful smile, and his body dissipated like sand, leaving only a tattered piece of clothing.

"Huh!" Aaron took a deep breath, "It's finally over."

"Is he dead?" Harry asked bravely.

"I think so!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead with a slightly trembling hand, and sat on the floor in exhaustion.

After all, it was the first time he killed someone. Although the person he killed was extremely evil and wanted to plot against him, he was obviously not mentally prepared enough.

It was a pleasure when he took action. After planning for so long, he finally succeeded.

But after taking action, he was afraid and disgusted. After all, Voldemort's end was too miserable. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as a corpse without a trace. This left him with a little psychological shadow.

"This is too cruel." Hermione looked at the pile of debris on the ground and couldn't help frowning.

"You have to face the reality. If I didn't do it just now, we would have died." Aaron said slowly, his voice was low, but his attitude was quite firm.

"That's right."

A hoarse voice came from the debris, and wisps of black air condensed together to form an illusory and terrifying black shadow floating in the air.

"Fuck!

I can't die from this."

Aaron shuddered immediately, and followed Harry and the other two to retreat to the corner tremblingly.

"No, you've already killed me once.

I'm very weak, even worse than a ghost, but I'm not that easy to die." The shadow looked at Aaron with red eyes, "How does it feel to kill someone for the first time?

Is it particularly wonderful? You can't extricate yourself?"

"Gulp!" Aaron swallowed, "No, I just don't want to try it a second time."

"That's not necessarily true."

"Dumbledore will be back soon." Harry said anxiously, threateningly, "If I were you, I would leave here quickly."

"That's right, I can't stay in my current situation for too long, but I can give you a gift before I leave." Voldemort said meaningfully, and then rushed towards the four people quickly.

The body made of black fog, the red eyes, and the face without any features that was looming in the firelight, combined together, cast a layer of haze over the hearts of several people.

"Flames are blazing!"

Aaron made a prompt decision, waved his wand, and shot out a ball of fire.

But the shadow passed through the flames without any hindrance, bypassed Abe who was standing in front of him to protect his master, and passed through his chest.

Aaron's eyes went dark, he felt dizzy, and gradually closed his eyes.

When he fell, he vaguely saw three Gryffindors who were terrified but still standing. He couldn't help but feel a little chest tightness. Why was I the only one injured?

......

A day later, Aaron blinked and saw a familiar ceiling and French windows.

The sun shone through the window onto the open space in front of his bed, and a neatly dressed cute animal was napping on his right side.

"Still alive, it seems I'm lucky."

"Of course you're lucky." Snape's voice came from the right, "It's just a little frightened, but it's a good dream."

"Professor, why are you here too?" Aaron turned his head, but soon fell into a state of confusion.

Snape was not here to visit him. He was also lying on the hospital bed, but his condition was not that good. One of his arms was wrapped in a thick bandage, which made his face even colder.

"You, are you injured?"

"What do you think?" Snape asked back, "Voldemort is a strong man of the same level as Dumbledore. Under normal circumstances, we are not his opponent at all.

He used Quirrell's body to exert some of his strength, and even squeezed his life. He fought us face to face with the attitude of dying if he didn't succeed. It's good to win a miserable victory."

Aaron's mouth twitched, and he was a little speechless.

Miserable victory? Is that a miserable victory?

When we were forced into a corner by Voldemort, you and Professor McGonagall didn't move at all. You probably fainted.

If it was a miserable victory, it was Voldemort's miserable victory.

He dragged his half-dead body to fight against two deans, although he also entered the countdown to death afterwards, and there was absolutely no way to save the situation, otherwise he would never miss the opportunity to snatch the Philosopher's Stone.

"Your expression seems a little off!

Are you questioning what I said?"

"No, absolutely not.

It's just... Professor, are you sure it was a narrow victory, not a narrow defeat?"

"Of course it was a narrow victory.

Although we lost consciousness, the last magic also separated his spirit and body, and there is no threat. Otherwise, do you think you can still survive?"

Aaron read the pleasure of revenge from Snape's cold expression, and he could see that he was particularly happy, so he reluctantly admitted this answer.

"Where is Professor McGonagall? Is she safe?"

"I'm here."

The voice came from Aaron's left, and he subconsciously turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall, whose right arm was bandaged like Snape.

"Professor McGonagall, it looks like you are also seriously injured!"

"It's just the hand holding the wand that was injured, but Madam Pomfrey obviously doesn't think so. She thinks we need to rest for two days.

Professor Snape is probably almost healed."

"Then why are you still lying here?

Occupying a bed?"

"In the infirmary, you have to listen to the doctor.

Besides, hospitalization is not without benefits. The official business of Gryffindor and Slytherin Colleges has been temporarily handed over to the principal. It's rare to relax a little!" Professor McGonagall said, sitting up, taking a newspaper from the table, and reading it with relish.

Aaron then noticed that the table next to the two deans was piled with gifts, chocolates, famous wines, and flowers.

But there were only a few bouquets of flowers on his table, and nothing else.

"It hurts!

It hurts so much. Although I am not as popular as you, the difference can't be that big!"

"What did you say?" Snape sneered, "In fact, you are more popular than us. Students, teachers, and staff from four colleges have come to see you. The two of us are actually more like by-products.

But who asked you to raise a pet with a huge appetite? Dragons are not as greedy as it."

Aaron heard this and looked at the dozing Abe thoughtfully.

Then he pressed the faucet hard to wake Abe from his sleep.

The holy dragon, whose sweet dream was interrupted, got up a little angry and flapped its claws to slap Aaron's palm away.

Just as it was grinning and ready to roar, it saw the unfriendly face of its owner.

Abe's expression changed instantly, pretending to be silly and cute, and he jumped directly into Aaron's arms, rubbing his chest with his dragon face.

"The magical animals raised by Hagrid are not exaggerated." Snape sighed.

"Stop it, get down." Aaron grabbed Abe and put it in front of him, then pointed to the table with only flowers left, "Don't tell me that you have eaten all the edible things.

I don't feel sorry for those gifts, I just simply think that you didn't leave any for your master."

Abe was stunned for a moment, stretched out his claws and began to take things out of his pocket.

Chocolate, fruit, candy, all kinds of snacks were placed on the table by it, and soon it piled up into a small mountain, more than the two professors combined.

"This..." Aaron was stunned for a while, chuckled and patted its head, "That's right! Sensible."

"Traceless Extension Charm." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth in surprise, "You actually used this kind of spell on a pet's clothes."

"It's not an ordinary pet." Aaron smiled and stroked the dragon, "It's my family, it has been with me since it hatched from the egg.

My parents like it very much, and they prepared a lot of things for it, even the recipes are specially made."

"Aaron, what kind of creature is it?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"This... can't I tell you?"

"No.

You may not know that Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because he raised a magical animal." Professor McGonagall said earnestly, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope you understand the seriousness of the matter."

"But Abe is different." Aaron said with reason, "If it hadn't attacked Voldemort at the critical moment, you and Professor Snape might not have just injured an arm.

In other words, it indirectly helped you and even saved you."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth and looked at the white pet in Aaron's arms, and she was speechless to refute.

This magical animal that looked like a dragon sent them a letter and helped them a lot in the battle. To put it in a bigger way, it was even one of the main contributors to preventing Voldemort from resurrecting.

If she insisted on its identity after the crisis was over, Professor McGonagall herself would feel a little embarrassed.

"We don't want to embarrass you, and you can pretend you know nothing." Snape looked at Aaron deeply, "But Dumbledore already knows.

He is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he has the responsibility to find out the identity of this magical animal and... its harmfulness, so you have to give him an explanation."

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