After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Chapter 177 Merlin and Ian 5

Only Draco, who had been unnoticed, noticed the man's fingers moving slightly on the ground.

He sighed and whispered, "Ian, you're there, right?" Draco said with certainty.

After a while, he felt the presence of another person beside him. He did not look back, but quietly held the hand beside him.

The owner of the hand was slightly stunned and shook hands again vigorously.

None of them spoke, but quietly looked at the memory before them. This was their memory.

Harry was knocked to the ground by Voldemort again and again, but the excruciating pain could not overcome the obsession deep in his heart.

He must not die, because Draco, Draco is still waiting for him!

Voldemort tortured and teased Harry Potter cruelly, and his heart was filled with twisted pleasure as he watched him lie humiliated on the ground.

What savior? Today, he wants everyone to know that he, the great Dark Lord, is the only right existence in this world!

Harry saw the trophy not far away from the corner of his eye. Yes, the trophy! That trophy is a portkey! As long as he can get Draco to the trophy, they can escape!

At this moment, Draco, who had been lying on the ground with his head hanging, his life or death unknown, suddenly opened his eyes. His hair obscured the view, preventing anyone from noticing. Draco's eyes were empty and lifeless, as if all life had been drained from them.

He slowly remembered everything. He had tried countless times to change the final outcome, but every time someone important died.

Maybe it was his father, maybe it was his mother, maybe it was Harry.

As time went by, he gradually lost his emotions and memories. However, the obsession deep in his heart made him repeat this process over and over again. Now, his soul is on the verge of breaking...

Draco's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. Voldemort could only split seven times, yet he had consumed his soul a full nine hundred and ninety-nine times. If Voldemort knew this, he would surely be envious, right?

Draco figured being broken wasn't a bad thing. After all, he was tired. Not physically, not spiritually, but mentally.

Why did he cling to life? He wanted to die, but his body, devoid of memories, instinctively held him back from falling...

He wanted a happy ending for everyone.

Ah, so that's how it is... After sorting out his memories, Draco suddenly realized that in countless cycles, there was always someone who always regretted it after the tragedy happened, and eventually fell into decline and death...

That person is me, Draco thought in a daze.

Horcrux? He seemed to remember something, but he wasn't quite sure.

He vaguely remembered that the diary was destroyed in the second grade... and in the third grade, he practiced the Fiery Curse on a whim and accidentally burned down the Room of Requirement.

There, he found some strange things: the Vanishing Cabinet, the strange crown, the pendant around Kreacher's neck that he picked up at the Black mansion, and the golden cup that he secretly found in Aunt Bella's vault out of curiosity.

These are Voldemort's Horcruxes!

Ah, it turns out that even if I don’t remember, I have been trying hard to collect and destroy Voldemort’s Horcruxes.

He couldn't help feeling relieved, as if all this was destined.

By the way, there is also a Gaunt family ring, which should have been obtained and destroyed by Dumbledore.

After all, he had once accidentally revealed this to Dumbledore.

"Now all we have to do is kill Voldemort, and then everyone can live well..." Draco muttered to himself, his voice almost inaudible.

Through the strands of hair, he saw Voldemort with his back to him, Harry lying on the ground in a panic, and his father, who had recovered and was staring at him with surprise not far away...

Draco's greatest skill was actually Avada Kedavra. His lack of emotions made him completely indifferent to killing.

He felt at this moment that the magic power in his body gathered together according to his will...

Nagini sensed something was wrong and didn't bother to warn Tom. She opened her mouth and bit the child who made her feel dangerous. She wanted to protect Tom!

"Avada Kedavra..." Draco looked up at Voldemort's back and suddenly half-knelt to support himself.

He whispered as a strange green light struck Voldemort, who had his back to him.

At the same time, Voldemort had just cast a killing curse at Harry.

He watched Harry being hit by the Killing Curse without any resistance. The smug smile on his face had not yet faded, but he looked down at his chest in astonishment.

The green light passed through the air like a flash of lightning and instantly hit Voldemort's back.

Voldemort's body trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he turned his head in disbelief. His face turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Draco's Avada Kedavra penetrated Voldemort's body and completely destroyed his soul.

Voldemort's body gradually became transparent and eventually disappeared into the air. His soul also dissipated and left this world forever.

His body is falling apart...

On the other side, Harry was also hit by Voldemort's Killing Curse, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, as if he had lost all signs of life.

"Draco!" Lucius opened his eyes wide in horror and without hesitation cast a killing curse directly at Draco - no, to be exact, at Nagini who was rushing towards Draco from behind!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, causing him so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

He desperately tried to move faster, faster! However, those few short steps seemed to him like an insurmountable chasm.

Right before his eyes, his beloved son, his most cherished little dragon, was bitten hard on the neck by Nagini as he watched.

Draco was like a rose that once bloomed, but withered and dried in an instant, falling powerlessly to the cold ground.

Lucius's legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, completely stunned. His eyes were filled with confusion and despair, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

He mechanically pushed Nagini off Draco. Nagini had already been hit by his killing curse and was dead beyond death.

Lucius carefully lifted Draco into his arms, being so gentle as not to hurt him.

He gently stroked Draco's pale, cold face with his trembling hands, feeling the life slipping away from his fingertips.

His mouth opened and closed, trying to make a sound, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only make a few broken, discordant syllables.

"Oh...ah..." His mind was in a mess, all his thoughts became fragmented, leaving only endless pain and regret.

The venom spread rapidly through Draco's body, covering him like a spiderweb. His once pale skin turned dull and gray, as if shrouded in a shadow. His lips also took on a faint purple hue, like a flower about to wither.

Draco tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to see his father again, but his vision was blurry and he could only see a hazy figure.

He tried to speak, but a low whimper came out of his throat.

Draco felt his life force fading. He knew his time was running out, so he used his last bit of strength to force a smile, trying to convey his love and comfort to his father.

However, his body could no longer support him, and the hand that tried to be raised finally fell weakly into the mud and was covered with dust.

"I'm sorry... Dad... Mom..." Draco's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, but Lucius could feel the apology and reluctance deep in his heart.

"No! Draco!" Lucius uttered a sharp whine, tears welling up in his eyes. He hugged his beloved son tightly, feeling his body gradually lose its warmth.

Huge sadness overwhelmed Lucius, and his world completely collapsed at this moment.

The Death Eaters had not anticipated this series of events at all. They stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, not knowing what to do.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't even have time to react.

Voldemort killed the savior Harry Potter, but Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, actually attacked Voldemort and succeeded?

Even more shockingly, Nagini kills Malfoy Jr., and Malfoy Sr. kills Nagini.

The whole scene was in chaos, and the Death Eaters were in panic. They didn't know how to deal with the situation, nor did they know what would happen next.

Only Lucius was holding his world in a daze, his heart filled with endless grief and despair.

This once proud man now looks extremely fragile.

Among the Death Eaters, there were two figures who looked particularly out of place. They looked at each other and took off their cloaks and masks.

Before the other Death Eaters could react, one of them put his arm around Lucius, who was holding Draco, and tore off his cloak. The other one picked up Harry, whose life or death was unknown. The two of them Apparated to the side of the trophy and reached out to touch it at the same time.

The trophy shone brightly, and the few people disappeared from the Death Eaters' sight.

After Cedric came out of the maze, his heartbeat had not yet calmed down and his forehead was covered with sweat. But he did not rest, but eagerly looked for Headmaster Dumbledore.

When he finally found Dumbledore, he was pale and nervous.

"Headmaster!" Cedric gasped. "When I came out just now, I saw Harry... he was taken away!"

Dumbledore's eyes immediately became sharp. He stared at Cedric and asked, "Who took him away?"

"I don't know, Harry was about to take the trophy, and when he touched it, the trophy and Harry disappeared." Cedric recalled. "It must be a portkey, Headmaster!"

Dumbledore frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "Thank you for telling me this news, Cedric. Now go back and rest. We can take care of this matter."

Cedric nodded and turned away, his heart filled with worry and uneasiness, wondering if Harry was safe.

Dumbledore fell into deep thought, realizing that things might be more complicated than he had imagined. He needed to find out the truth as soon as possible to ensure the safety of his students.

Snape smelled the flagon and indeed smelled a familiar smell, the smell of Polyjuice Potion.

He frowned slightly, secretly glad that his guess was correct. He turned to look at Dumbledore, who seemed to have expected all this and just nodded slightly.

So they took Moody with them to the competition venue.

Everyone was very surprised to see Moody and Dumbledore coming to the competition venue together, but before they could ask anything, something unexpected happened on the field.

Snape suddenly felt a burning sensation on his arm and knew that the Dark Mark was reacting again.

At this moment, Mad-Eye Moody, or Barty Crouch Jr., who was standing nearby, also felt this change. He laughed uncontrollably, and the sound echoed throughout the entire stadium.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, Moody's face began to distort and gradually returned to his original appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.

"Barty Crouch Jr." exclaimed some Ministry of Magic officials who had dealt with him before, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Hahahaha, my lord has returned, and soon! This wizarding world will be ruled by my lord! Hahahaha!" Barty Crouch Jr. laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and his laughter was full of madness and pride.

Then he stared at Dumbledore with a provocative look, as if declaring victory to him.

"Just wait and collect the body of the Savior," he said fiercely, his tone full of threats. Everyone present was shocked, and they realized that the situation was far more serious than they had imagined.

Everyone in Hogwarts who was on good terms with Harry couldn't help but worry.

Harry, please be alright! Hermione clenched her fists in worry, and Ron patted her shoulder to comfort her.

Pansy and the others didn't know why, but they suddenly felt uneasy.

After little Barty was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, everyone was waiting anxiously.

Several figures suddenly appeared in the center of the empty space.

"Father?" Theodore muttered to himself as he looked at the familiar man.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione rushed towards the tall man, who was holding Harry with his head hanging down.

"Cough cough—" Harry suddenly coughed violently, startling the tall man—Jagson Goyle, Gregory Goyle's father, who quickly put him down and took a few steps back.

This savior is really evil. He clearly saw Voldemort's killing curse hitting him?

Dumbledore and others quickly gathered around and looked at Harry nervously.

Under everyone's gaze, Harry opened his eyes in confusion.