The fanatic expression on that guy's face made him look more like a Death Eater than the Death Eaters themselves…
McGonagall and the others, who had just walked out of the main entrance of Hogwarts, looked at each other.
"Excuse me, what was that Centaur saying just now?"
"I think I heard Chu Yang's name?"
"Me too."
"If we're not all hallucinating, then he just shouted Yang."
"I have to say, Yang really has a wide circle of friends…"
Soon, they saw Chu Yang slowly approaching, riding a Unicorn.
"Merlin's beard! A Unicorn is carrying a male?!"
"This is the most magical sight I've ever seen in my life!"
Amidst gasps of surprise, Chu Yang dismounted and bowed slightly to Dumbledore and the teachers.
Dumbledore asked, "The Forbidden Forest side?"
Chu Yang replied, "Voldemort's reinforcements have been dealt with, everyone is fine."
Snape, who knew the inside story, was incredibly shocked and turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore didn't say much, just smiled.
As soon as the War Tree entered the field, it began to drive away the Dementors.
Although the latter could fly, their height was not even half the height of the Treant.
The Centaur tribe's charge was swift and fierce.
Many Death Eaters perished under their iron hooves just as they reacted.
In just one round, more than half of the Death Eaters were casualties.
The heavily wounded Death Eaters fought back fiercely.
However, the Centaur tribe was extremely fast, and coupled with the chaotic battlefield, the hit rate of spells was extremely low.
Voldemort, enraged, raised his wand, preparing to act personally.
A white flash of light struck from not far away, hitting the wand in Voldemort's hand.
Dumbledore slowly approached, "This is where it ends, Tom."
Voldemort stared coldly at Dumbledore, extremely unwilling in his heart.
If he could truly be reborn and obtain his own physical body, it would be impossible for Dumbledore to knock his wand away so easily.
Voldemort angrily questioned, "Dumbledore, why do you repeatedly oppose me? You yourself clearly come from a pure-blood family, why don't you agree with my pure-blood ideology?"
Dumbledore looked at his former student, shaking his head in disappointment, "Tom, the pursuit of pure-blood is not a reason for you to arbitrarily inflict violence on others. Stop deceiving yourself, all you want is power."
Voldemort sneered, "Don't use such a sanctimonious attitude to judge me. Aren't you yourself immersed in power?"
"Most of the high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic are your students, and magic academies in other countries hold you in high esteem, not to mention Hogwarts."
"You yourself stand in the spotlight, what right do you have to say others covet power?"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Mr. Tom Riddle, as the former Dark Lord, I am somewhat disappointed by the demeanor you displayed in your final moments."
"Can't a loser just shut up and die?"
Chu Yang, leading the Unicorn, stepped forward and walked towards Voldemort.
Upon hearing this familiar voice, Voldemort suddenly recalled the memories of being severely wounded twice before.
"It's you?!"
Voldemort retreated a few steps in horror.
Everyone looked at Chu Yang in surprise, why was Voldemort afraid of him?
As Chu Yang walked past Voldemort, Dumbledore and Snape both gripped their wands tightly.
Voldemort was very surprised that Chu Yang didn't stop to talk to him, but actually passed him by.
Then, a never-before-felt sense of humiliation surged into his heart.
Voldemort suddenly turned his back, his eyes wide with fury, staring intently at Chu Yang's retreating figure!
An orphan from the Muggle world, who only happened to possess wizarding talent, dared to ignore him!
However, Chu Yang didn't care about Voldemort's thoughts at all.
In his heart, the safety of his companions was far more important than the Dark Lord. Who would want to communicate with a short-sighted, manic lunatic?
"No one has ever dared to face me with such an attitude!"
Magic surged in Voldemort's hands.
Throughout the entire wizarding world, his wandless spellcasting mastery was second only to Dumbledore!
Even without a wand, he could cast the Killing Curse!
"Avada Keda…"
The incantation was not yet finished.
An even more dazzling light erupted from behind Voldemort, piercing through his body.
It was also the body of "Barty Crouch Jr."
The expression on Voldemort's face suddenly froze, and the pain of his soul tearing slowly arrived.
At the end of his life, Voldemort looked at Dumbledore with a sneer, "To get rid of me, you sacrificed Harry Potter. In the days to come, you will be tormented by your conscience every moment."
"Dumbledore, you will become a more pathetic wretch than me…"
Just then, a small figure appeared on the battlefield and declared loudly, "I'm not dead!"
Voldemort looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.
Accompanied by Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the school despite the danger.
Although Dumbledore had previously instructed them not to leave the Forbidden Forest, Harry was still unwilling to hide.
Sirius respected his wishes and brought him over.
Harry's appearance made Voldemort completely doubt his life.
Why wasn't Harry Potter dead?
Voldemort was still pondering this question in his final moments before his soul vanished.
Without Voldemort's soul possessing him, Barty Crouch Jr.'s consciousness once again dominated his body, but he was not happy, for he understood what this meant.
Barty Crouch Jr. fell to his knees, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.
Voldemort, to him, was both a cherished belief and like a father.
The Death Eaters sensed Voldemort's disappearance and, as if their souls had been extracted, stood motionless with blank stares.
The Centaur warriors ceased their attack and gathered around Chu Yang, receiving his treatment.
After Voldemort's death, the Dementors also left the skies above Hogwarts.
Dumbledore gazed at the departing Dementors, saying in a deep voice, "I never thought Dementors would join Voldemort's side."
Professor McGonagall still said with lingering fear, "They are not to be trusted."
Hagrid cleared his throat and said, "We can't generalize like that. Some magical creatures are quite lovable, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall was speechless and couldn't be bothered with Hagrid, the furry enthusiast.
Most of the teachers still largely agreed with Professor McGonagall's view.
After this battle, the Dementors could no longer be trusted by the wizarding world; their expulsion from Azkaban was only a matter of time.
Snape stared blankly at the place where the Dark Lord's soul had vanished.
He never dreamed that everything would go so smoothly.
The day Lily was killed by Voldemort felt like yesterday.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is truly amazing, he dealt with Voldemort in an instant, don't you agree, Mr. Black?"
"Of course! That's Dumbledore! The greatest wizard in the world!"
Snape took a deep look at Harry, who was celebrating with Sirius, and turned to leave alone.
After the great battle, Minister of Magic Fudge arrived late with the Aurors.
Fudge looked around, seeing Death Eaters everywhere who had surrendered, and Centaur warriors responsible for monitoring their every move.
Fudge rubbed his eyes, somewhat incredulous, and turned to ask the Aurors behind him, "If I'm not mistaken, don't Centaurs hate wizards?"
The Aurors all nodded.
"You've certainly arrived at the right time, Mr. Fudge."
Professor McGonagall's tone was gentle, but to Fudge's ears, it sounded sarcastic.
"We rushed to Hogwarts as quickly as possible, Professor McGonagall."
Fudge gave a wry smile, then straightened his tie and walked over to Dumbledore, asking in a low voice, "Where is 'He Who Must Not Be Named'?"
The tall Dumbledore looked down at Fudge, his sharp gaze making Fudge subtly turn his head away.
"From now on, no one needs to shy away from Voldemort's name. As the Minister of Magic, I hope you can set an example for your colleagues."
"Tom Riddle is completely dead."
Dumbledore's deep voice reached everyone's ears.
The news of Voldemort's death made Fudge slightly dazed.
After a moment, he came back to his senses and trembled, "Is he really dead this time?"
He was truly afraid that in the near future, Voldemort would stage another "comeback" act.
"Tom Riddle is indeed dead…" After saying this, Dumbledore's gaze suddenly turned towards Chu Yang.