Chapter 45 The Dead Do Not Die, They Will Rise Again!

Hogwarts Express,

Like a classic car, it made a crunching sound, and finally stopped at the station with a thud.

The Hogwarts platform arrived, and the students hurried off the train.

As a seventh-year veteran, Harry and Ron squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the Thestral carriage with ease.

The station was full of people, especially the first-year wizard, who was very uneasy.

A little wizard, surrounded by the crowd, stumbled up and ran into Ron's arms accidentally.

He blushed, looked at Ron, who was much taller than him, and stammered in a low voice, "Yes... I'm sorry..."

"Can't hear!" Ron rolled his eyes and said with a wicked smile: "With such a low voice, do you still want to go to the sorting ceremony?!"''

The little wizard was frightened by the freckled red-haired demon in front of him, and his voice trembled: "I'm sorry!!"

"If you can't hear it, you just can't hear it!" Ron said with a deliberately stern face, "come again!"

The little wizard was frightened and cried. What is this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? It's clearly the Hogwarts School for the Deaf.

At this time, Hagrid's rough voice sounded. He held the oil lamp and said in a thunderous voice: "First-year freshmen, come to me!"

Ron was amused, pushed the dazed little wizard, and sent him to Hagrid.

Then, he excitedly put his arms around Harry's shoulders and said happily:

"Harry, the seventh graders are cool, after William and the others graduate this year, we will be the biggest in the whole school!

Do whatever you want in the future. Have you seen that child's expression?

Ha ha……

Oops, I just forgot to tell him that the division needs to fight trolls..."

Ron chattered as if to find it amusing.

Harry didn't speak, just stared at this familiar scene greedily, as if to imprint it in his heart.

"Harry, Harry!" Ron shook his shoulder.

Harry then recovered from his trance: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you!" said Ron. "I've seen you restless along the way, did something happen?"

"No." Harry's mouth pulled into a smile, but it was uglier than crying. "I'm just too reluctant to bear everything here, and I can't get enough of it."

"You're exaggerating. We still have a year to graduate." Ron frowned and said, "Did you get any information?"

"The twins won't tell me anything about the Order of the Phoenix."

Ron said all at once:

"Speaking of which, this journey is really strange, have you seen Hermione?

She is the new president of the female student union, and she didn't show up on the train... She won't come after William graduates. "

"Probably going on a mission." Harry said vaguely, "She is a member of the Order of the Phoenix first, and then she is the president of the Girls' Guild."

"I want to go on a mission too!" Ron shrugged, whistled, and said enviously, "This way I don't have to go to school, write endless homework, and take exams..."

Ron waved his fist and said angrily:

"But George and Fred laughed at me and said that if I was left out on a mission and couldn't keep up with it for a month, they would complain about not having good food... a warm bed... crying and crying to go home... …”

Ron, like a grudge, complained:

"Am I so unbearable in their eyes? I'm their younger brother!"

Harry didn't speak, but turned his head suddenly, and he saw Malfoy, who was also pale.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} The two look at each other,

There was no arguing, fighting, taunting each other like in the past, just passing by.

It was only at that moment that Harry saw Malfoy indistinctly nodding slightly.

Harry understood that it wasn't just him who grew up in an instant.

It's just that this kind of growth comes at such a painful price.

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William sat in the staff chair and watched the students file in.

Most of them were still familiar faces, among them were some young wizards waiting for the sorting, they all stared at him curiously, and then whispered.

Sitting at the desk of the staff is such a young and handsome professor, you don't even have to think about it... This is the national idol William Stark.

Otherwise, it could be that middle-aged gloomy old man with a greasy head like a bat beside him?

As the students all entered the auditorium, everyone discovered a strange thing:

Professor Dumbledore is not here!

This is a very bizarre thing, at least in the past seven years, he has never missed the sorting ceremony.

Many little wizards are looking for information from the ghosts of their respective colleges.

Unfortunately, they all kept their mouths closed and their expressions extremely serious.

When they turned into ghosts to attend their own funeral, they were not so solemn.

At this time, the Sorting Hat opened its mouth, and it did not boast of its ability and said the characteristics of the four academies as in the past.

It sounds ethereal and pathetic.

"Home is behind,

the world ahead,

Running thousands of miles,

through the shadows,

until the night

Until I see the starry sea,

foggy shadows,

dark clouds cover,

will dissipate,

all will……"

The singing was suddenly drowned out.

The voice was high-pitched, cold, and clear, and it was unclear where it came from, but it seemed to come from the wall itself.

"I know you are having a sorting ceremony, and I did not intend to interrupt this ancient process.

But after this battle, there were no other academies, only Slytherin..."

Screams broke out among the students, some huddled together, looking around in horror for the source of the sound.

"My army of Death Eaters has approached the city and surrounded this castle;

My servant is about to occupy the Ministry of Magic; my allies have trapped Dumbledore from returning.

I know you will resist, but the effort is useless.

You are not my opponent. I don't want to kill you. I have a lot of respect for the teachers at Hogwarts, and I don't want wizards to bleed. "

William raised his wand, and Voldemort's voice began to dwindle, then stuttered, like a bad connection, like a cry from the deep.

"Stark...William." Voldemort had sensed who was casting magic, and blocked his voice.

"You wait... not going back to Dumbledore, he was held back by an old friend.

This war...you have lost.

I'm... admiring you, how about working with... me?

I can make sure... your friends don't die, even if they're Mudbloods.

I can bring you infinite glory and become second only to me among the Death Eaters...as long as you swear allegiance to me..."

There was silence in the auditorium, and this moment of silence was pressing people's blood vessels.

The students of the four academies all quietly watched the man who was so recruited by the Dark Lord and what decision he made.

William stood up, and he looked around, his voice echoing throughout Hogwarts.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} "Tom, of course I can give you my allegiance...

As long as you pay back the wizards who have been killed since the outbreak of the war, the centaurs, giants, and werewolves who died in battle... to pay for the lives of those innocent Muggles... I will be loyal to you!

As long as you pay for the monstrous sins you have committed for 70 years; as long as those survivors whose families are ruined because of you and whose wives and children are separated can be hated...

When your soul is completely dead, your head is cut off by me to make a chamber pot, and your Death Eater minions are wiped out...I will be loyal to you! ! "

William's killing intent Ling Ran's voice crossed the Black Lake from Hogwarts Castle and covered the entire Forbidden Forest.

"This is your final answer? What a pity."

Voldemort's voice was completely unable to enter Hogwarts, and only the army of Death Eaters behind him could hear it.

But he was not angry, who would care about a dead man?

"Since that's the case..." The Dark Lord waved his arm and said:

"Attack, destroy... Stark, occupy Hogwarts!"

The army of Death Eaters kept apparating, heading towards Hogwarts Castle.

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The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was dark and gleaming with stars.

William's voice was still echoing.

The students sitting at the long table, the first-year wizards, the ghosts of milky white figures... Whether they are dead or living, every pair of eyes stares at William.

Some were frightened, some were confused, and some students were infected by William's words, knocking on the table and cheering loudly.

William raised his hand and stopped all the noise. He looked at these former classmates, today's students,

whispered:

"You see, Voldemort has arrived with an army of Death Eaters. War is about to break out, and you must get out of here."

Hundreds of students stood up from the table at the same time, and they shouted with enthusiasm:

"William, if we want to stay and fight?"

"No, I don't allow you to go to the battlefield unless the professor is dead!" Professor McGonagall shouted excitedly.

Professor McGonagall would never forgive himself if a student died at Hogwarts.

"Why should we stay behind?" Ginny stood up and shouted:

"We want to go to the battlefield for no less reason than anyone else! We also want to fight for our loved ones, and you shouldn't doubt our courage!"

"Gryffindor once said..." William said:

"The hymn of mankind is the hymn of courage, and the greatness of mankind is the greatness of courage."

He looked at the group of fresh and young students and said seriously:

"I never doubt your courage, but war is the realm of adults, the battlefield of trained warriors.

It is not enough to have a passion for blood, strength, wisdom, cunning, and fighting spirit are indispensable.

I believe you will be outstanding fighters in the future, but not tonight. "

William looked at everyone, his voice resounding in the auditorium.

"The deceased will not die, they will rise again, and their momentum will be even stronger... I hope that after this war, I can see you again."

He raised his glass and said, "Misters, drink to victory!"

All students...whether it's Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin...the four Houses, at this moment, raised their cups.

William drank it.

The door key made of the wine glass opened, and all the students disappeared together.

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