The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Blood.

Tom saw a pool of red blood spreading rapidly on Hermione's chest. In the middle of the blood stain was a blade.

Behind her, a familiar figure emerged.

Tom recognized it immediately. This shadow was the general, or [Senior].

"Sorry, the stab was crooked." She tilted her head, glanced at Tom with emotionless eyes, and then slowly pulled the knife out of Hermione's body. According to her calculations, the knife she just struck could definitely kill both Tom and Hermione at once, but the sudden explosion made her make a mistake and only killed Hermione.

Tom could clearly see that Hermione's beautiful eyes had lost their former agility, leaving only a dead silence. After the knife was pulled out, she leaned against Tom limply, her blood staining Tom's armor red.

"Is it fake? Is this an illusion..." Tom held Hermione's body with trembling hands, but the real touch and the thick bloody smell clearly told him that Hermione was really dead. .

The warning bell and the defensive magic props were unable to play a role in the chaotic battlefield. The girl Tom loved most passed away so lightly, killed by the explosion and the blade.

Tom felt a string snap in his mind.

Then he let out a desperate, angry roar, like the dying cry of a wounded beast.

The general killed someone on a whim. Seeing that she could not kill Tom, she quickly conjured up a rope and threw it to a pillar on the second floor. She stretched it and flew to the second floor. The physical body she needed was there.

Stay and fight Tom to the death? She didn't think it was necessary.

How could Tom possibly let her escape? The staff in his hand hit the ground, and the rubble after the collapse of the stairs automatically arranged and transformed into a clean platform. Tom gently placed Hermione in his arms on the platform, and then placed the remaining stones It turned into a staircase, and I stepped on the stone steps to catch up.

At this time, Tom's mind was empty. He had only one thought: to completely turn that damn doll into parts!

The general didn't run very far, there was only a few dozen meters between Tom and her, so after seeing her back, the flames of hatred immediately ignited in Tom's eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, a blue fire snake rushed out and flew towards the puppet.

After realizing that this battle was unavoidable, the puppet stopped dodging and turned around to confront Tom.

She turned the sword sideways, and a layer of light blue flames emerged from the sword, entangled with Tom's fire snake.

"Why are you so angry?" The doll glanced at Tom and said calmly: "People always die, don't they?"

The puppet's words made Tom even angrier.

"I understand," the doll said with a look of realization. "She is your partner? Then you should thank me. I killed her, so you can get a new one."

"You may be reluctant to let go, but one day you will understand me, because sooner or later you will get tired of Senior Granger, and when you get tired of playing with her, you will have to find a way to get rid of her." The doll is completely for you. He looked thoughtful about Tom, and his tone was almost sincere, like a caring little cotton-padded jacket who thought about Tom in every possible way.

"What a waste of time talking to a completely inhuman object." Tom replied coldly. After chatting for a few words, Tom realized that the part of Peggy's soul that escaped after being torn apart was pure evil. Its values ​​were completely contrary to human beings, and there was no need to communicate at all.

Now, the anger in Tom's heart seemed to have exceeded a critical point, but it calmed him down. He could feel the majestic power emerging from his body.

"Things that don't understand love are really pathetic." Tom pressed forward with his staff, and the fire snake suddenly became stronger several times, and the flames spread towards the puppet little by little.

The puppet shook his head, and a rune suddenly lit up on his armor.

"Let me show you the true power of this doll!" The next moment, the floor between Tom and the doll exploded.

Before the dust had dispersed, several magic spells flew towards Tom, but they were all stopped by Tom with an iron armor spell.

Then, a ring of fire appeared at Tom's feet and expanded rapidly, swallowing the puppet inside. However, the flames that were enough to melt steel did not hurt the doll. It used the iron armor spell to isolate the influence of the flames, and then controlled the magic spell on its body to fight with Tom.

The way the puppet thinks, it's only a matter of time before it defeats Tom. Because as long as the magic power is sufficient, it can perfectly control the profound magic imprinted on itself, but Tom's strength exceeds its expectations: all those magic spells were blocked by Tom's shield turned into flames, and they were not harmed at all. Not even a penny less than him.

As time passed, Tom's attacks became more powerful, and the puppet felt a little overwhelmed. Tom stepped closer, and the doll slowly backed away. Eventually, she was cornered by Tom.

"Why?" it yelled a little rudely, "This is unrealistic. I obviously have so many profound magic spells on me. I am perfect-"

"Because you don't understand human emotions." Tom was so close to the doll that he could even hit it directly with his staff.

If Dumbledore were here, he would definitely say this is the power of love, right?

Tom glanced at the ceiling that was distorted by the heat wave, and smashed the staff in his hand with all his strength.

After a struggle, the defensive magic text on the doll's body had been completely destroyed, and all the joints were stuck, so Tom's staff had a very simple and clear effect - the doll's armor was smashed by him A piece of it was dented.

Tom's arm rose and fell like a pestle in a mill. Tom becomes a relentless piledriver and repeats the same action. At first, he just hit it with the staff, but later, the tip of Tom's staff was wrapped with a layer of blue flames.

As the staff waved, the puppet in front of him gradually fell into pieces. He didn't stop until the puppet was beaten into a pile of rags by Tom.

At this time, the doll was completely dead, and the remaining soul residing inside was completely gone.

Tom stopped numbly, and he was in a state of confusion. He really didn't know where he should go.

Hermione died, what should he do?

At this moment, he remembered that Hermione was still lying alone on the stone slab. Tom didn't want to leave her there alone, so he turned around and returned to the first floor.

The battle on the first floor is no longer as intense as it was at the beginning. The teachers and students who were originally sniping at the intruders at the top of the castle came to the first floor and helped Professor McGonagall stabilize the situation. When the two sides were in a stalemate, Hagrid came out from behind with a large number of magical animals. Aberforth and members of the Order of the Phoenix also appeared in time, giving the group the last straw.

The balance of victory instantly tilted towards Hogwarts.

So when Tom packed up the dolls and returned to the auditorium, the Purifiers and Japanese Wizards were already defeated.

Tom casually knocked down a few wizards who were running blindly, and walked straight to the site of the explosion. A huge gap was opened in the wall there, and cold wind was rushing in from the outside.

Hermione was still lying on the stone slab, as peacefully as if she was asleep, no different from when Tom left. Fred and George had shaken off the rocks and were standing by Hermione's side.

"Tom..." Seeing Tom coming over, Fred hesitated. He really didn't know what to say to Tom.

"Thank you." Tom nodded towards the two of them. He thanked them for protecting Hermione's body from being affected by the battle.

After a brief exchange, Tom picked up Hermione and walked out of Hogwarts Castle through the gap in the wall.

"Where are you going?" Fred's voice came from behind him, but Tom ignored it. The moment he saw Hermione, Tom knew what he was going to do.