Chapter 407: Voldemort's Death

The wand helped Voldemort block the fatal strike.

But this sword still left a deep wound visible to the bone on Voldemort's forehead.

He was again sent flying by a blow, heavily hitting the ground and kicking up dust.

Blood slid down his nose bridge, staining his deathly pale face red.

Having lost his Horcrux, Voldemort's soul suffered another irreversible severe injury.

His soul, already riddled with holes, finally at this moment let Voldemort completely become a neither-human-nor-ghost monster.

"Uhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!!!"

He let out a shrill howl, his whole body seeming to have been drained of most strength, staggering to try to rise, but he fell to his knees again.

He seemed completely mad.

At the same time, Voldemort's shrill cries, amplified by John's spell, instantly spread across the entire battlefield.

The Death Eaters all turned their attention here, seeing their master kneeling on the ground, face covered in blood, and continually wailing like a mad stray dog.

Their morale instantly collapsed.

"The master lost?!"

"How, how is this possible!"

"I don't care anymore, I'm leaving, before the Ministry of Magic settles accounts afterward!"

"I'm leaving too!"

In an instant, the Death Eaters scattered like birds and beasts, each using Apparition to flee the battlefield.

The gloom that had weighed on everyone's hearts at Hogwarts completely dissipated at this moment.

They all resembled victorious generals, cheering, waving their wands, and charging at the remaining Death Eaters still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

"It's all over, Voldemort."

John placed his sword against Voldemort's neck, the blade pressing tightly against his pale skin.

Voldemort finally stopped wailing, lifted his head, and looked toward John.

His world had fallen completely silent.

His complexion rapidly turned ashen.

His gaze became utterly empty.

John silently watched him, this once-invincible Dark Lord now kneeling on the ground like a puddle of mud.

The Horcrux he had relied upon for immortality became the final straw that broke him.

He devoted his life to pursuing immortality, but in the end he himself pushed himself into the abyss.

John said nothing more, turned his wrist, and a flash of sword light passed.

Voldemort collapsed to the ground.

Blood gushed from his neck, staining the earth beneath him red.

Before death, his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but only emitted several muffled breaths.

Those red eyes that once made the entire wizarding world tremble at the mere mention finally lost all luster completely.

He died just like all those he had killed.

He died like an ordinary mortal.

"Did we win?"

"Yes, we won!"

"John won!!"

"Hahaha we won!"

Titus and the three others were the first to react, shouting cheers as they rushed toward John.

The three grabbed John in a hug, so excited they were incoherent.

Hermione and the others also gathered around, their faces showing the joy and tears of having survived.

Harry stood outside the crowd, gazing at the fallen Voldemort, then at John surrounded by everyone, and finally a hint of relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We won." He said softly, his voice carrying an unreal sense of dazedness.

The sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds, golden light spilling over the ruins.

Hogwarts remained standing here, unscathed, as if it had never endured this catastrophe.

At this moment, John, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"That...... brother he fell asleep..."

The sound came, it was Yueer's emphasis.

Several people were stunned, looking at 'John', she embarrassedly smiled at everyone, and Titus and the others quickly let go.

"Yueer?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Ah yes." Yueer nodded.

"His brother's soul could not hold out long ago; relying on forcibly overdrawn soul power, he managed to persist until now, but as soon as the battle ended, he fell into complete sleep....."

Hearing this, everyone felt somewhat moved.

On the surface John seemed always composed and steady, but in fact he had already burned out his oil and exhausted his wick.

"How is he now?" Hermione asked anxiously, her eyes full of worry.

"It's fine, just like before, he only overdrawn."

"As long as his body remains and his soul is not damaged, the overdrawn strength will gradually recover." Yueer explained softly.

Only then did everyone let out a breath of relief.

Our great hero probably can't personally accept everyone's cheers.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall and others inside the castle also arrived.

They saw Voldemort's corpse and the ruins scattered everywhere, testifying to the brutality of this battle.

After understanding the situation, Professor McGonagall had everyone first take Yue'er back to rest.

"Yue'er, you also have worked hard," Professor McGonagall gently patted her shoulder.

"Leave the rest for us to clean up; when Dumbledore returns, he will personally commend you."

Yue'er nodded, for this body had just gone through a great battle and was indeed exhausted.

"Let's go, first go back to rest," Hermione said softly, supporting Yue'er's arm.

Everyone returned together to Hogwarts.

The Hogwarts students were all saluting Yue'er, or rather, John.

They didn't know that John himself was actually asleep, and simply took the person before them to be John.

That hero who had returned from the dead and defeated Voldemort.

Their eyes were full of reverence and gratitude, with some even secretly wiping away tears.

Yue'er lowered her head somewhat uncomfortably, and Hermione gently held her hand.

After arriving at the School Infirmary, Hermione helped change John's body back into Yue'er's appearance again.

"Alright, now let's say outwardly that John is recuperating outside, and let Yue'er continue living at Hogwarts."

Hermione instructed the people behind her, and they nodded to show they understood.

Anyway, John is still asleep during this period, so his body must be handed over to Yue'er to take charge.

"Then during this time, Yue'er, you should continue living as Yue'er," Hermione said softly, her gaze falling on Yue'er's weary yet clear eyes.

"Don't worry, even if Voldemort has been defeated, I and John will still think of a way to find you a suitable body so you can truly have your own life."

Hermione's voice was gentle yet firm.

Yue'er blinked slightly, then showed a faint smile and nodded.

Their story has not yet ended.

But at least, at this moment Hogwarts finally welcomed the long-awaited peace.