I'll Be Quick, Bear With Me

The students found themselves in an unfamiliar hall using Portkey made from a wine glass.

A few young wizards who had been here before quickly recognized that this was the main hall of the Merlin Memorial Hall.

The Order of Merlin has been awarded here every year.

Inside the room stood several professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix who had come with them.

They will look after the students here.

This serves both to ensure everyone's safety and to temporarily restrict freedom to prevent leaks.

"Everyone stay where you are and don't move!" Professor Sprout shouted.

"The Prefect of each college immediately determined the number of students."

Then, I'll take you to a restaurant for dinner; you'll stay here tonight.

Tonight, the young wizards experienced the Dark Lord's sudden appearance, the siege of the Death Eaters army, and then arrived at the Merlin Memorial Hall...

Many people were still in shock and had not yet recovered.

So instead of following Sprout's orders to stay put, they frantically searched for familiar companions.

"Harry, I still feel like I'm dreaming..." Ron murmured.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

He turned his head in confusion, startled, because Harry, who had been standing next to him, had suddenly disappeared.

"Harry, Harry?!"

Ron was searching hard when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking through the crowd toward the room door.

He shouted, "Harry, where are you going? Wait for me..."

Harry paused for a moment, but instead of turning back, he sped away as if fleeing.

Ron's eyes widened as he saw Harry walk to the door, where Malfoy was already waiting.

Ron thought the two were going to fight, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to rush over to help, but then Harry raised his hand.

In his hand was a Portkey made by Galleon.

However, Ron didn't see the Portkey; he only saw his best friend Harry holding hands with Malfoy.

Malfoy looked back, and in Ron's eyes, it was a provocative and ugly face!

A sense of loss and sadness instantly spread through Ron's heart.

It felt like Harry was telling him, "Don't call me anymore, I'm afraid Draco will misunderstand."

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to that guy?" Draco asked.

"No, if we can meet again, there's no need to say goodbye. If we never see each other again..." Harry said calmly, "Saying goodbye is pointless."

Draco looked at him, then suddenly sighed and said, "Potter, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a long time, many years ago..."

Harry looked at Malfoy, his true nemesis of many years.

In the past, he wouldn't have spoken to the other person at all, but now he calmly nodded and said, "What is it?"

Draco hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"If I hadn't spoken ill of Hagrid at Madam Malkin's shop in Diagon Alley that year, but instead had enthusiastically introduced you to the wizarding world... would we have become friends?"

Harry's jaw dropped; he never expected Malfoy to ask such a question.

Harry was about to say "no" when he suddenly remembered his mother and Professor Snape.

Finally, she said softly, "Maybe."

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them vanished from the spot.

Their destination was Malfoy Manor, and their target was... Voldemort.

Hogwarts

Inside the Ancient Runes office.

Hermione stood naked on the soft bed as William handed her a close-fitting, lightweight women's nail polish.

This is the armor he had the Goblin remake.

It feels like a bodysuit, extremely soft, yet possesses strong defensive capabilities without hindering the body's flexibility.

William also placed numerous protective spells on his soft armor, which could withstand many fatal blows.

After putting on the soft armor, Hermione stretched her body and found it fit perfectly. Then she rustled as she changed into a clean robe.

They had been alone in the room long enough, each checking their equipment, when William opened the door and they went out together.

They were both about to leave Hogwarts, but their destinations were completely different.

William is going to kill Voldemort, Hermione is going to lead a team to Gringotts to destroy the Horcrux beforehand.

As they parted, Hermione suddenly hugged William tightly.

He felt a plump mass pressing against his chest, like a persimmon ripening in late autumn.

Although it's not fully swollen and ripe yet, it's already quite heavy.

They embraced like that, their lips pressed together.

Finally, Hermione released her embrace, without offering any words of encouragement.

Like a wife of many years, she smiled gently and helped him straighten his clothes before seeing him to the stairwell.

The girl stood there alone, and before he could turn around, she hurriedly turned and ran towards the window in the corridor.

William strode out of the castle gates and walked along the empty road toward the Forbidden Forest.

As if by telepathy, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards a certain window.

this time,

She smiled.

I'm quite satisfied.

Standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest,

Voldemort stared at Hogwarts Castle in the distance, his face grim.

The all-out offensive had begun, and they had been fighting for twenty minutes, but had made no progress.

More accurately, the castle's ancient defensive magic, like a glass dome, protected the school.

The army of Death Eaters was held back, all of them wielding wands and continuously unleashing spells that slammed against the defensive shield.

The magical protective shield shimmered with golden light, resembling a dazzling, invincible golden statue.

It was too thick, as thick as a tortoise shell, and these wizards simply couldn't budge it.

Voldemort crossed his arms, impatiently watching the dazzling spectacle, and casually asked:

"Auckland, how long do you think it will take them to break this spell?"

Auckland, standing to the side, although he felt it might never be able to break through, observed the Dark Lord's mood and knew he was in a bad mood, so he carefully flattered him, saying:

"Perhaps... your army can breach the walls in half an hour, allowing you, Master, to set foot on Hogwarts soil."

Voldemort glanced at him, and said coldly with dissatisfaction:

"Too slow. In that time, Stark could probably move all the students out."

After that, he still had to deal with the mess left by Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Time waits for no one; This Is the Night is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How could he just wait there for half an hour before barely managing to get through the doors of Hogwarts?

His wand was already itching for a breakthrough into Hogwarts.

This castle, like a beautiful woman, has now lost the protection of a powerful figure and is about to lie exposed.

He wore more clothes, thicker clothes, but he refused to patiently untie them; he just wanted to tear them open violently.

Have you ever witnessed my power at its peak?!

Voldemort's voice echoed in the ears of the Death Eaters army, and they all stopped attacking and turned to look.

The Dark Lord stood high above, dressed in Dahei, his wand raised high.

The tip of the staff suddenly rose, radiating light that surpassed even the brilliance of the magical shield.

It also made Voldemort's bald head look like a 150-160 watt light bulb.

A beam of light as thick as a tree fell upon the magic shield, its power exceeding that of hundreds of people, instantly creating a huge, dented crater.

After one strike, Voldemort paused briefly before unleashing another spell, as thick as a mountain.

The black mist, transformed into spears, struck the suspended shield with a resounding clang, like a sudden, melodious morning bell.

All the Death Eaters made way.

Voldemort walked barefoot, unhurriedly, repeating the monotonous spells without stopping, eighteen times in an instant.

He walked straight ahead, becoming reluctant to even raise his hand, and the shield kept shattering with loud bangs.

When he reached the edge of Hogwarts, the castle's ultimate defenses, used to maintain security, were forcibly torn in two, then exploded with a deafening roar.

"Hahaha, did you see that?" Voldemort laughed, his voice hoarse as he sneered, "These fireworks are absolutely gorgeous!"

The Death Eaters cheered and rushed madly into Hogwarts.

Voldemort stepped onto the grounds of Hogwarts, but instead of going in, he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly felt the call of the Death Eaters.

The Dark Mark on each Death Eaters's arm was planted by him personally:

It can sense the other party's location, summon the Dark Lord, and send simple intelligence.

And this frequency is...

Potter has been caught!

Voldemort watched the swarming army of Death Eaters and concluded that the situation was largely settled, so leaving for a while wouldn't hurt.

Voldemort decided to deal with Potter, this scourge, before conquering Hogwarts.

He transformed into a cloud of black mist and flew towards the horizon.

Potter, are you ready?

I'll be quick, just bear with me!

Wait for me!