On the contrary, Harry and Neville have extremely strong resilience and can hold on for a while.

Harry is completely immersed in the fantasy he built, dead, everyone is dead... Sirius, President Dumbledore, Professor Happ, Snape... Crazy Eyes, Remus, Tonks... Neville, Ginny, Fred, George, Weasleys...

He heard the sound of gurgling water, the sound of blood gathering together.

Harry looked at Voldemort with a hollow look on his face, and Ron and Hermione's bodies fell at his feet.

Voldemort sneered and raised his wand, "Surrender." He said proudly in a high and cold voice, "All the people you know are dead, this is the fate of disobeying the Dark Lord." - "No!" Harry shouted wildly, but the tip of Voldemort's wand condensed a dazzling green light, and a flash of light, he fell to the ground.

He is dead.

Harry lay in the cold darkness, with silence around him. A voice told him that he could give him a chance to come back again, but he needed to obey his own destiny.

"Submit to Voldemort?" The voice did not retort. Harry gritted his teeth and got up from the cold ground. At this time, Voldemort walked out of the darkness, followed by a sneaky figure with black dust. Harry took a deep breath and raised his wand. But there was also a sound behind him. Harry turned his head suddenly, and the people who had died before seemed to have returned.

He looked at the familiar faces blankly, as if they were eroded by the darkness, and they kept repeating the speeches of the cowards like clay sculptures.

"Give up, Harry," said Hermione.

"We have completely failed, and the Dark Lord is willing to leave our lives." Ron said bitterly.

"Temporarily surrender." Professor Happ said concisely.

The dark servants of the Death Eaters and Voldemort pounced on them, submerging the people he valued, leaving only a circular gap, like a ring made of flesh and blood. Voldemort stood on the ring and looked at him with mocking eyes.

"You are the last one. Just die like this, or surrender to my rule?"

Ha responded by raising his wand, the voice in his mind urging him to use the guardian spell to urge him to guard the gods...

A huge stag jumped out majestic.

It blocked between Harry and Voldemort, like a real giant, stepping on the ground, the green light was pierced, and the darkness was pierced.

The people in the office looked at Harry's new patron saint. The silver light converged like water and merged into the hart's body. As the vision gradually became clear, the silvery fur on the hart's body was clearly visible, making it look like a real creature in reality.

Its eyes are both wet, full of enthusiasm, calm, firm, and unyielding. Like its master, when it stands here, everyone - whether they are illusory, only in Harry's imagination, or students who have been under great pressure in reality, feel the courage multiplied, their beliefs are firm, and their bodies are filled with endless power.

It was as if they also shared that heavy courage and belief.

Felix looked at the transformed guardian saint. He finally knew what he had lacked. Although he might not change it, he did know.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist. He groped for the black gem ring in his hand, and the largest stone in his heart fell to the ground. The real plan could begin. His mouth squirmed, and his voice turned into a line and drilled into Felix's ears.

"Voldemort asked me to meet me last night. After a long time of grinding, he seemed to have finally confirmed my condition... the duel time has been set."

"when?"
Chapter completed!