Do you have any other questions?

Harry utterly detested the holidays, or to be more precise, he loathed staying with his aunt and uncle's family.

That afternoon, while he was out for a solitary stroll, a figure suddenly appeared and struck him unconscious.

Before blacking out, Harry managed to get a clear look at the assailant: it was Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s father, a thoroughly detestable person as well.

When he regained consciousness, Harry was deeply shocked to find Lucius and Professor Snape busily engaged in some secretive, arcane endeavor that resembled a bizarre religious ritual.

During the incident with the Sorcerer's Stone, although Harry had initially suspected Snape of being a villain, the ultimate outcome proved his suspicions wrong. Ever since then, despite still having plenty of friction with Snape, Harry had come to believe that Snape was merely unpleasant rather than truly evil.

However, at that very moment, his perception was shattered entirely.

Snape and Lucius were conspiring to resurrect Voldemort, and they weren't even attempting to conceal it.

Shouting with rage and terror, Harry let out a stream of curses, but Snape strode over, struck him across the face, snatched his wand away, and seemed to slip something into the pocket of his own robes.

Consumed by blinding fury, Harry paid no attention to this.

No matter how hard he struggled, immobilized by a Full Body-Bind Curse, he could only watch in helpless horror as Voldemort was brought back to life.

Following a series of elaborate and complex procedures, Voldemort was successfully reborn. He bore little resemblance to a human being; his skin was pitch black and he had no nose, making him look horrifyingly like a snake.

Lucius and Snape offered their pious congratulations to Voldemort, handed him his wand, and jointly begged him to kill Harry.

Though Voldemort had initially harbored suspicions regarding Snape and Lucius, his obsession with regaining life overrode everything else. Having reclaimed a physical body, he fixed his gaze on Harry—the child who had previously ruined all his plans—and cast a curse without the slightest hesitation.

Harry collapsed, seemingly lifeless!

Throwing his head back, Voldemort burst into wild, triumphant laughter, proclaiming the return of the Dark Lord.

"Voldemort, it's been a long time!"

Just as the Dark Lord was reveling in his victory, a group of people suddenly materialized. At their lead stood Dumbledore, Voldemort's old adversary!

"It's you!" Voldemort surveyed the crowd surrounding him without a trace of panic. "Hah! No matter how you got word of this, you are far too late! What, do you expect to stop me? Are you prepared to pay with your lives?"

……

Ma Jun hid within the crowd, Hermione standing beside him with a look of utter astonishment. "Professor, Voldemort... what is going on here... Oh, look, that's Harry! What has happened to him?"

"There's no time to explain now. Step aside immediately. Once the fighting starts, go check on Harry; he should be fine!" Ma Jun instructed in a low voice. "I will explain everything in detail later."

"Alright..." Hermione replied in a daze.

Harry should indeed be fine. Ma Jun had ultimately decided to let Harry use the Resurrection Stone. Although Harry himself was unaware of it, the stone was tucked inside his robes, and Snape had already cast the necessary enchantment to ensure that the Resurrection Stone would save Harry's life immediately.

Ma Jun's decision was not driven by a sudden surge of conscience, but rather by the opportunity to test the efficacy of the Resurrection Stone. If it proved useful, he could simply take it back afterward.

After all, it was the legendary Resurrection Stone; surely it wouldn't be reduced to a useless trinket after a single use.

With Dumbledore and Voldemort finishing their exchange of pleasantries, the battle broke out instantly.

Lucius, who had imagined he could leverage Voldemort to amass even greater power, now cowered at the edge of the clearing, muttering curses under his breath and eyeing an escape route. Snape appeared similarly inclined, quietly retreating step by step alongside Lucius.

"Ha! Do you truly believe you can kill me?" Voldemort cackled madly, lunging forward to grab Lucius as the latter tried to slip away. Tearing back Lucius's sleeve, Voldemort pressed his wand against the serpentine Dark Mark etched upon his arm.

He was summoning his minions.

To Voldemort's bewilderment, Dumbledore and his companions merely stood by and watched his actions without making the slightest move to stop him.

Moments later, more than a dozen dark figures materialized—the most loyal of Voldemort's followers who had managed to escape the fate of imprisonment in Azkaban.

Masked and arriving on the scene, they looked at one another in confusion. They had expected their master's grand return to be a glorious campaign of slaughter, yet the current situation looked rather bizarre. That old man Dumbledore had brought an entire faction with him as well.

Having settled Hermione safely, Ma Jun strode to the front line, standing beside Dumbledore, and murmured quietly, "Headmaster, according to your intelligence, have all their forces arrived? Today, we will sweep them up in one fell swoop!"

Dumbledore nodded, exchanged a meaningful glance with a few individuals behind him, and cast a brief look toward Snape.

"Whoosh..."

The very next instant, the opening shot of the battle was fired. Qian Yao and his fellow Aurors charged fiercely into the ranks of the Death Eaters like a pack of wolves descending upon sheep.

Meanwhile, members of the Order of the Phoenix, including McGonagall and Hagrid, produced various Horcruxes alongside a set of strange, specialized fangs, destroying every single Horcrux simultaneously.

Snape's wand flashed, striking Nagini, the massive snake hiding behind the tomb of Voldemort's father!

"Damn you!"

For the first time, the hitherto unshakeable Voldemort panicked, stamping his feet in furious disbelief. "You... you actually found my Horcruxes—all of them! Snape, you treacherous wretch, you were a double agent all along!"

Voldemort tried to intercept Snape, but Dumbledore unleashed a torrent of spells that forced him to defend himself instead.

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort's pitch-black visage withered and shrank until it resembled dead, rotting wood. Including the fragment residing within Harry, all seven Horcruxes had been completely annihilated!

Voldemort's ultimate trump card was gone.

"Very well, very well! The wizarding world shall be baptized in blood!" Voldemort roared in boiling fury. "You will pay dearly for this! Hogwarts will no longer have any reason to exist. Dumbledore, do you truly believe that just because my Horcruxes are destroyed, I can be defeated?"

Dumbledore looked profoundly serene at that moment, smiling gently as he replied, "I am terribly sorry, Tom, but none of this was my plan. It was Professor Ma Jun's. I am certain you have heard of his name. I have joined forces with him to deal with you. This time, you will not escape; you are destined to be destroyed!"

"Ma Jun?" Voldemort shifted his gaze to Ma Jun, who wore a mild, pleasant smile. He had certainly heard of Ma Jun before, but he had never paid him much mind. What could possibly be noteworthy about such a young man?

Youth was synonymous with poverty; youth meant a lack of life experience and wisdom. Young people were always meant to be stepped on and bullied, because only through subjugation could they ever hope to grow!

That was precisely how he had survived his own youth!

And yet, that old lunatic Dumbledore was now telling him that today's catastrophic ambush had been orchestrated by this mere youth?

Voldemort refused to believe it for a second!

"Are you ready, Mr. Dark Lord?" Ma Jun asked, still maintaining his gentle, warm smile as he looked upon Voldemort's contorted, ugly expression. "It is time for your era to end. Do you have any final questions?"