The Charred Elder Wand

Voldemort stepped through the gates of Hogwarts and headed towards the castle.

He was puzzled. He hadn't heard the deafening sounds of fighting, seen any captured students, or found corpses strewn across the campus...

Only the lingering stench of blood in the air testifies that a brutal massacre once took place here.

Has the war ended so quickly?

Or has Stark already fled with his students, Death Eaters army is in pursuit?

Voldemort couldn't help but laugh.

This is the only possibility.

He didn't believe that the Stark could turn the tide with Dumbledore injured and the Ministry of Magic under attack.

Death Eaters and an army of Dementor, but with dragons charging in... how could they possibly lose!

Voldemort strolled along the long road, stopping and starting at his leisure, as if admiring his own backyard.

On a whim, he even became Draco's tour guide while Draco was carrying Harry's body.

He also shared some little-known secrets about Hogwarts Castle, seemingly just trying to lighten the mood, but actually quite pleased with himself.

That's right, he has automatically assumed the identity of the owner of this ancient school.

He plans to turn Hogwarts into a family business.

Just then, a cheerful whistle rang out in the distance, interrupting Voldemort's good mood.

The Dark Lord stared coldly ahead.

The massive oak door was open, through which one could see the castle brightly lit.

A young man sat quietly on the steps, his back to the castle and his face to the square.

A blood-stained sword was stuck in the marble floor at his feet.

This somber atmosphere was somewhat dispelled by his melodious whistling, turning into an unexpected sense of peace.

William sat alone on the steps in front of the castle, his lips pursed, making his sharply defined and resolute face appear even more striking.

Welcome back, Tom.

Is this the first time you've stepped into a school in over half a century?

How does it feel to revisit this place?

"Things have changed." Voldemort stared at William, his voice hoarse and cold as he said:

"It would be even better if there were no eyesores."

"That's what I thought too." Wei grinned. "So, we killed all those annoying Death Eaters."

Isn't this kind of killing your favorite show?

It's a pity you weren't there; you missed this wonderful show.

Voldemort exuded murderous intent, instantly making the atmosphere in the square particularly heavy and somber.

"You're talking nonsense! Impossible! I have thousands of Death Eaters and Dementor, enough to raze Hogwarts to the ground!"

"Nothing is impossible. Even the Pampas Eagle can fly away from Camp Nou. Your era is over."

William said with a hint of sadness, then added sarcastically:

"Of course, you've never had what you call an era."

"In my youth, I was overshadowed by Dumbledore, unable to rise above my circumstances; having finally been resurrected, I was then suppressed by him..."

Tell me, isn't your whole life a joke?!

William's words were as sharp as knives, enraging the Dark Lord to the point of fury.

"As long as I'm alive, I can pull out another batch of Death Eaters anytime!"

"Is it difficult?" William said sarcastically.

"I told your servants that you were afraid of me and had fled."

As long as they are alive, they will spread the word that you fled without a fight.

And... your Death Eaters, whom you were so proud of, soon surrendered to me en masse, with far more prisoners than dead wizards.

With your current prestige, how can you expect those Pure-blood families to trust you again?

Would you dare use them?!

Voldemort gripped his wand tightly, veins bulging on his wrist, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"It doesn't matter. The deaths of these worthless people have brought us something better."

He shouted:

"Stark, Dumbledore is seriously injured, and Harry Potter..."

"Harry Potter... is dead!" Voldemort circled around, opened his arms, and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hehehehehehehehehehe~"

William: "..."

He looked at this almost insane man as if he were a fool, watching him perform a high-quality act of social suicide.

Indeed, men's happiness is that simple.

Voldemort raged for a long time before calming down, finally giving William a cold look.

"Stark, after I kill you, I'll deal with that old man Dumbledore."

Don't worry, I will send all your relatives and friends to see you!

Those who betray me will meet their Death alongside me.

"Is that so?" William stood up and beckoned with his finger. "Then let me see your strength, Tom."

In any case, tonight is indeed the time for a resolution.

He hooked the longsword with his foot, and it landed in his hand. Then he took out his wand.

Voldemort also raised his wand.

He didn't use the Elder Wand immediately, fearing that Stark would realize he was too powerful and be scared away.

Such a deadly weapon should be used suddenly during the most intense part of the battle to catch the enemy off guard.

He raised his yew wand, and dust began to rise, forming small tornadoes that swept towards William.

William casually flicked his wrist, and the dust was scattered.

Voldemort's hand holding the wand had its five fingers bent, and the wand spun rapidly, with thunder rumbling from its tip.

With another flick of the wrist, a spell like moonlight cast a white glow over the castle.

They transformed into countless sharp longswords, like ten thousand swords returning to their origin, emitting an astonishingly loud rumbling sound.

William spread his five fingers, flicked his wand, and a blinding blue rainbow ripped through the sky, then crashed into the heavens.

The two spells collided, producing a metallic clang, like the roar of a cannon.

William twisted the wand slightly, causing it to turn sideways and unleash a surge of magic that compressed the airflow into a magical air cannon.

The ground in front of Voldemort collapsed with a roar, and he retreated rapidly, taking eighteen steps before finally stopping and refusing to take another step back.

William's curse completely enveloped this place.

The ground, several meters deep, along with the thick floorboards, could not withstand the weight and was pried up in one piece, slamming down on Voldemort.

Voldemort waved his wand, and countless dazzling white bolts of lightning erupted.

From a distance, the Dark Lord appeared to have transformed into the Thunder King.

He raised his wand high, and the lightning transformed into a whip, which he lashed at the boulder.

The lightning bolts, like hundreds of silver snakes, slithered and coiled, before being torn to shreds after a violent slash.

Voldemort's other hand had its five fingers together.

The rubble, still clinging to the ground after the collapse, transformed into sharp spears and hurtled towards William.

William raised his wand, summoning a shield in front of him.

All the stone spears were violently deflected by the shield and embedded themselves diagonally into the ground.

The magic contained within exploded, creating countless craters, swirling dust, and crisscrossing ravines.

William pulled out another wand, now wielding two wands in one hand, unleashing a barrage of spells like a Gatling gun.

Voldemort, wielding his staff with one hand, could easily handle the situation and was even thinking of seizing the opportunity to get his Elder Wand back.

From the moment he was first resurrected, Voldemort knew that Stark seemed to know everything about his magic.

They even knew the fighting styles inside and out.

Such familiarity can prevent one from effectively suppressing another, even if one is stronger.

Even if the fight continues, I will eventually win, but it will be a long stalemate.

Even after the Death Eaters were unexpectedly wiped out, Voldemort still decided to finish the job quickly.

He had no intention of wasting time.

Ten minutes after the initial clash, the square of Hogwarts Castle was a scene of devastation, riddled with countless ravines.

Voldemort finally seized an opening, and with the cover of the flames, used his seventy years of experience and skillful hands to retrieve the Elder Wand.

He turned around and screamed in a high-pitched voice:

Avada Kedavra!

A powerful magic was poured into the Elder Wand.

The green light suddenly surged, illuminating Voldemort's entire body in green.

With a loud bang, the green light, like a hundred-meter-long blue snake, shot into the sky!

The world seemed to lose its color.

The Dark Lord wore a victorious expression, as if he could see the terror on Stark's face... terror at how his power had suddenly increased so much.

But the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He heard a click, not from anywhere else, but from the wand in his hand that was hailed as "invincible".

The Elder Wand, seemingly unable to withstand his powerful magical lash, carbonized and turned into dust.

In his panic, he tried to switch back to the yew wand, but he couldn't move.

He slowly lowered his head.

He saw a long sword coming from behind him and piercing through his entire chest.