"Both." Harry said. He saw a flash of panic on Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting. Voldemort laughed, and this laughter was more terrifying than his shouts: cold and crazy, in

echoed in the silent auditorium.

"Do you think you know more magic than me?" he said, "More than me, Lord Voldemort? I have performed magic that Dumbledore never even dreamed of!"

"Well, he thought about it," said Harry, "but he was wiser and didn't do what you did."

"You mean he is weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He is weak and has no guts. He is too weak to take what is rightfully his - and now it will be mine!"

"No, he's smarter than you," said Harry, "a better wizard and a better man."

"I killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"You think so," said Harry, "but you're wrong."

The crowd of onlookers became commotion for the first time, and hundreds of people near the wall took a breath at the same time.

"Dumbledore is dead!" Voldemort hurled the words at Harry as if it would cause him unbearable pain. "His body is rotting in a marble tomb on the castle grounds.

,I saw it, Potter, he will never come back!"

"Yes, Dumbledore is dead," Harry said calmly, "but it was not arranged by you. He chose the way of death himself, and he chose it a few months before he died. He and the man you thought were you

The servants arranged everything together.”

"What a childish and ridiculous sleep talk!" Voldemort said, but he still did not attack, his red eyes staring intently at Harry's.

"Severus Snape is not yours," Harry said. "Snape is Dumbledore's, and he has been Dumbledore's from the time you started hunting my mother.

You never found out because you don't understand things like that. You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"

Voldemort didn't answer. They continued to circle around each other, like two wolves ready to tear each other into pieces at any time.

"Snape's patronus is a doe," Harry said, "the same as my mother's, because he has loved her almost all his life, since they were children. In fact, you should find out," he looked

Voldemort's nostrils suddenly opened and he said again, "He asked you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He wanted her, that's all," Voldemort sneered, "but after her death, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world with purer blood and more worthy of him -"

"Of course he will tell you that," Harry said, "but from the time you threatened my mother, he has been Dumbledore's spy, and has been against you ever since! When Dumbledore was dying, Snake

Pucai ended his life."

"That's not important!" Voldemort screamed. He was listening to every word Harry said with rapt attention, and suddenly burst out into a burst of crazy laughter. "Is Snape mine or Dumbledore's?

It doesn't matter what little stumbling blocks they want to put in my way! I destroyed them, just like I destroyed the so-called great love of your mother, Snape! Oh, but this explains the problem,

Potter, but you wouldn't understand!"

"Dumbledore stopped me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the real owner of the Elder Wand! But I beat you to it, little kid - I got the wand before you could.

When I woke up, I understood the truth. Three hours ago, I killed Severus Snape. Now, the Elder Wand, Death Rod, and Destiny Wand truly belong to me! Dumbledore's last plan was ruined

Now, Harry Potter!"

"Yes, that's right," Harry said, "You are right, but before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you have done... think about it carefully and try to make some repentance.

Del..."

"What do you mean?"

All the words Harry said to Voldemort, including the revealing words and the sarcastic words, none of them shocked Voldemort so much. Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits and saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

Already.

"This is your last chance," Harry said, "your only chance... I've seen what happens if you don't repent... Be brave... give it a try... try to make some repentance..."

"How dare you——?" Voldemort said again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's final plan had no unintended consequences for me, but it did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand holding the Elder Wand was trembling, and Harry clutched Draco's wand tightly. He knew that moment was coming.

"That wand still won't completely obey your command, because you killed the wrong person. Severus Snape is not the real master of the Elder Wand at all, and he did not defeat Dumbledore at all."

"He killed—"

"Didn't you listen to me? Snape didn't defeat Dumbledore at all! Dumbledore's death was planned by them together! Dumbledore planned to die undefeated and become the last true master of the wand! If everything goes

As planned, the wand's power should die with him, because no one has ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice trembled with malicious pleasure, "I stole the wand from the tomb of its last owner! I disobeyed its last owner.

The master's will brought it out! Its power belongs to me!"

"Don't you still understand, Riddle? It's not enough to have a wand! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it truly yours. Didn't you hear Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard...Dumble

Before Dumbledore's death, the Elder Wand had a new owner, and that person never even touched it. The new owner removed the wand from Dumbledore's hand against his will. He had no idea what he had done. No.

Knowing that the most powerful wand in the world is at his service..."

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing over him, feeling the spell gathering power in the wand pointed at his face.

"The true owner of the Elder Wand is Draco Malfoy."

Voldemort's face showed blank shock, but it passed quickly.

"But what does that matter?" he said softly. "Even if you are right, Potter, what does it matter to you and me? You no longer hold the phoenix feather wand: we duel solely on skill...

…Wait until I kill you, then I’ll deal with Draco Malfoy…”

"But you were too late," Harry said. "You missed the opportunity. I was one step ahead. I defeated Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago, and I took this wand from him."

Harry shook his hawthorn wand and felt all the eyes in the Great Hall were on it.

"So, the end result is this, right?" Harry whispered: "Does the wand in your hand know that its last owner was disarmed? If it knows... now I am the real owner of the Elder Wand.

.”

Suddenly, a golden-red light burst out from the magic sky above their heads, and a small half-wheel of the dazzling sun appeared on the window sill closest to them. The sunlight hit their faces at the same time, and Voldemort's cheeks turned red. Harry heard Voldemort shouting loudly.

The voice was screaming, and he also raised Draco's wand and shouted his most fervent hope to the sky:

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

There was a bang, like the explosion of a cannonball, and golden flames shot out in the center of the circle they stepped on repeatedly, which was where the spells collided. Harry saw Voldemort's green light touching his own spell, and saw the old

The curse flew into the air, appearing black in the rising sun, spinning like Nagini's head under the magic ceiling, spinning towards the master it did not want to kill - this master finally wanted to

Completely possessing it. Harry used the superb skills of a seeker to grab the flying wand with his free hand. He saw Voldemort staggering back, arms spread wide, and the slender pupils in his red eyes looking upward.

Turn the page. Tom Riddle fell to the ground, dead like a mortal. His body was limp and twitching, his pale hands were empty, and his snake face was empty and blank. Voldemort was dead, under his own spell.
Chapter completed!