Hogwarts.
The urgent alarm alerted the stationed Aurors, who then saw numerous spatial vortices suddenly appear on the cliff—the signature of Portkey transportation.
Followed by roars, bellows, howls, and various sharp shrieks.
This was yet another contingency of Voldemort—dark creatures.
His evil, his indulgence, and formidable power had allowed Voldemort not only to plunder vast treasures during this period but also to recruit numerous followers.
Dozens of giants, hundreds of Vampires, werewolf wizards unwilling to remain tame wolves – today being a full moon, they had all transformed into werewolf forms.
Behind this army of dark creatures, hordes of venomous insects and fierce beasts continuously arrived via illegal Portkeys onto the cliff facing the school. They only needed to cross the final stone bridge to breach the school grounds.
The students panicked upon receiving the news. Professor McGonagall waved her wand, sealing the Great Hall doors shut while loudly maintaining order.
"Stay here! Don't leave the Great Hall! Trust me, they cannot enter. Professors, with me to face the enemy!"
"It shouldn't be like this!" George stood up and shouted, "This is our school! I won't watch you fight like a coward!"
"Exactly!" Cedric also rose, "This is also the responsibility of the Head Boy! And my right!"
One after another, students stood up to join them.
"Sit down! Tonks, Remus, guard the entrance. No one leaves, or I'll deduct all house points!"
With the situation critical, Professor McGonagall had no time for reprimands or comfort, hastily leading the adult wizards out of the Great Hall.
Shacklebolt and Lupin felt their scalps prickle under the gaze of thousands of eyes.
"Sit down first," Fred pulled back George, who wanted to speak, "I have a plan."
...
A massive blue protective barrier held the dark creatures at the other end of the stone bridge. Giants swung their weapons, frantically pounding against it, while werewolves used their claws, leaving scratch after scratch on the shield.
Without central leadership, relying solely on the castle's automatic defences couldn't hold for long.
Professor McGonagall watched with grave concern, then started in surprise at several figures ahead.
"Newt! Why are Miss Granger and Miss Astoria here? And who is this?"
"Professor, Wayne permitted me to stay with Professor Scamander," Hermione explained. "As for Astoria, Wayne's suitcase is with her – it could be very helpful."
"Suitcase? What suitcase?" Professor McGonagall looked utterly confused as Newt already placed his suitcase flat on the ground.
"Minerva, this is Nicolas," he said while opening it, speaking to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall's spirits lifted, "Mr Nicolas Flamel? I didn't expect you to actually come."
Nicolas Flamel cancelled his transfiguration, transforming from a middle-aged wizard into a kindly old man with a benevolent expression, smiling cheerfully without showing any concern about the situation.
"Wayne feared I'd grow ill from confinement and asked me to come for some fresh air. I suspect today's activity will equal that of the past decade."
With a major powerhouse joining their ranks, Professor McGonagall felt considerably more at ease.
"Roar!"
A beast's roar suddenly erupted from Newt's case, followed by a Zouwu leaping out, then two Blast-Ended Skrewts, three Occamies that had grown to their maximum size, and six Swooping Evils.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The ground trembled violently as, under Professor McGonagall's utterly dumbfounded gaze, eight Chimaeras squeezed out of Newt's case and charged towards the dark creatures.
Hagrid was practically drooling, staring fixedly at Newt's case, wishing he could jump inside to see what other treasures were hidden within.
Then, various magical creatures emerged from Newt's case, even a nest of Nifflers – Newt hastily shoved them back in to prevent any mischief.
At that moment, a large group of students rushed out from the castle. Fred had given a Sleeping Draught to George, who then placed it in a drink and had Ginny deliver it.
Faced with the usually sweet and obedient Ginny, Lupin and Shacklebolt were caught completely off guard and fell into a deep slumber.
However, after everyone had left, Ginny took out some super-strength mint and directly woke the two. They exchanged wry smiles.
Since the students had already gone out, they couldn't possibly go after them without causing even more chaos. They could only keep a firm watch over the younger wizards and ensure their safety.
Led by the seventh-year students, almost the majority of the students had voluntarily stepped forward to join the fight. However, all students below fourth year were forcibly kept in the Great Hall, with Malfoy and his two cronies assigned to guard the door.
The young wizards who had come out happened to witness Newt transforming into a summoner, their jaws dropping in astonishment.
But that wasn't all. Astoria also set down her case and poked her head inside.
"Everyone, come out too!"
"Neigh~!"
Two streams of white light shot out, followed by a golden glow, swiftly catching up with the vanguard.
"It's Unicorns!"
"Screech~!"
"Thunderbird!"
"Zouwu!"
"This is... an Iron-eating Beast? So chubby!"
"Wampus cat, Augurey, Horned Serpent???"
"Roar!"
Following a startling draconic roar, Norberta flew out of the case, her body blazing with scorching flames, completely illuminating the pitch-black night sky.
"Is this Lawrence's case?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, forgetting the urgency of the situation for a moment. "He usually carries this many dangerous creatures around Hogwarts?"
The wealthy girl and Hermione offered awkward yet polite smiles, not daring to respond carelessly for fear of upsetting Professor McGonagall further.
"Ahem, Minerva, let's deal with the immediate trouble first."
In the end, it was Newt who helped smooth things over, temporarily diverting Professor McGonagall's attention.
Crack! Crack!
The unsupported barrier finally shattered, and the dark creatures roared as they charged forward.
Professor McGonagall raised her wand high.
Newt and Astoria had both revealed their trump cards; she, as Deputy Headmaster, couldn't just stand by and watch.
"Piertotum Locomotor!"
...
Fenwick Village.
Voldemort revealed his sinister plot, but it did nothing to shake Wayne's composure. He merely responded with a powerful spell.
Zing!
A deadly hum reverberated throughout the village.
Voldemort spat a ball of cursed fire from his mouth, which transformed into three flaming giant serpents that devoured everything to strengthen themselves. His wand swept fiercely downward, and with his movement, the earth shook and mountains quaked. Surrounding houses and buildings were all destroyed, the ground was torn up, and massive chunks of earth rumbled toward Wayne.
The blackthorn wand displayed unparalleled power in Voldemort's hands. Channelling his magical power, he shot one vicious curse after another, his form shifting unpredictably, giving Wayne no opportunity to counterattack.
Boom!
The phantom of the Dragon King emerged from above the youth's head, swatting away the chunks of earth and rubble with a single slap.
"You think I hadn't prepared for this?" Voldemort shouted, pulling out a potion bottle and hurling it forward. The bottle exploded mid-air.
"Roar!"
The Star Forger Dragon King Patronus let out an angry roar as the liquid clung to its surface like maggots burrowing into bone, impossible to shake off.
"How disgusting," Wayne frowned. This was a manifestation of a curse that violently corrupted the purity of his Patronus.
With a wave of his hand, Wayne dispersed the Patronus, making Voldemort's laughter grow even more maniacal.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Green light from his wand tip, accompanied by hazy smoke, coalesced into a phantom behind him.
"Lawrence! I have mastered Death itself!" Voldemort declared with extreme arrogance. The phantom grew increasingly solid, almost becoming corporeal, though its features beneath the hood remained strangely blurred, making the visage of Death unreadable.
"Sectumsempra."
With a wave of his hand, countless invisible blades surged toward Voldemort from all directions. The Death phantom behind him merely swung its scythe lightly, and everything dissipated.
"Even the spell itself was killed?" Wayne finally showed a trace of surprise.
Voldemort had finally revealed the trump card that gave him the courage to challenge him, something beyond his understanding. Compared to Dumbledore's descriptions, his Killing Curse was now far more terrifying, almost an embodiment of a fundamental rule.
"I sense fear in you." Voldemort vanished into thin air, reappearing behind Wayne. Obscurials emerged from within him, forming two large hands attempting to seize Wayne.
A storm of evil magical power ravaged the entire area; even attempting to Apparate would be countless times slower than usual.
"Earth River Chariot."
The earth dragon churned, launching Voldemort into the sky. The two shifted positions, but Death behind him swung its scythe again, shattering the earth dragon with overwhelming dominance.
Voldemort felt he had nearly reached the peak of his life, certain that Wayne couldn't break his magic. With Death behind him, he believed he was invincible.
Yet he failed to notice that the faint interest in Wayne's eyes had vanished.
Is that all...
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort and the Death phantom behind him moved simultaneously. Green light erupted from his wand as Death swung a blade of light.
Everything fell into dead silence; even his Obscurials trembled with fear, retreating into his body.
Wayne extended his hand.
"Stellar Renewal."
A mass of blazing starlight appeared before him. The deathly power capable of killing everything melted away like spring snow meeting warm sunlight.
"Impossible!"
The smile vanished from Voldemort's face as he screamed in disbelief!
The response was another terrifying spell.
"Starlight Convergence."
The starlight that had just blocked the green light transformed into a vortex, emitting a terrifying suction force from within. Voldemort wanted to teleport away, but found himself completely unable to activate the spell. His face was pulled in and continuously distorted, followed by his body, as if being stuffed into a spinning washing machine, whirling madly.
Boom!
A mist of blood exploded as the vortex detonated violently, allowing Voldemort to break free from the restraint. The phantom behind him had already dissipated, his dark green robes barely hanging on after being torn, blood gushing out uncontrollably. Yet Voldemort paid no heed, his gaze fixed intently on Wayne.
"What kind of magic is this? Why is it so powerful!" He couldn't believe that his Death's power had been so easily nullified.
"Powerful?" Wayne tilted his head in confusion. "The magical power I just used wasn't even a single drop in the ocean."
"You're spouting nonsense!" Voldemort's emotions were completely shattered. He uttered the malicious curse and re-entered his Death state.
Extreme hatred and killing intent merged as the Death phantom grew to three meters tall, raising its scythe and hurling it fiercely at Wayne.
"Is this all the surprise you can offer, Dark Lord? I can be one too."
Red light gleamed in Wayne's eyes as dark energy surged around him, and a pair of black wings sprouted from his back.
"World Ender!"
Carrying the will of ultimate destruction to end the world, under Voldemort's disbelieving gaze, the true Dark Lord descended. Wayne caught the scythe capable of killing all spells and lives, then, with a slight squeeze, crushed it to dust.
"Tom."
A voice brimming with infinite malice rumbled forth.
"I shall grant you your final end!"
A sword aura shot from his wand as Voldemort conjured a silver shield. Before the shield could fully form, it was torn apart. The mask on his face cracked, revealing his gruesome, bloodied visage.
Wayne took a step forward, arriving before him. His slender fingers clamped tightly onto Voldemort's face as destructive power from the Darkin surged forth.
"Crucio!"
"Arghhhhhh!"
Simultaneously, both the captured Voldemort and Harry in the basement let out earth-shattering screams!