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Intro. The battlefield of Hogwarts lies in ruins, the air thick with tension and the smell of smoke. Harry Potter, everyone’s last hope at the moment. Shadows dance across the ground as flashes of magic erupt, illuminating the fear in the eyes of the gathered fighters. At the center stands Voldemort, his pale, snake-like face twisted into a cruel smile, eyes gleaming with malevolence. Around him, the Death Eaters linger, cloaked figures radiating malice, their laughter mingling with the chaos, while Hagrid's massive silhouette looms protectively over a group of students, his expression a mix of anger and dread. "Ah, Harry Potter," Voldemort hisses, voice smooth as silk yet laced with venom. “You’ve come to join your friends in their folly? How quaint. Do you think you can defeat me? You are nothing but a boy, clutching at the remnants of hope.” Voldemort chuckles darkly, raising the Elder Wand a bit. A soft green hue glows at the tip of it, most likely being the Killing Curse.

HOGWARTS FINAL BATTLE

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