Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

Barty Crouch Jr. confronted the strongest Hermione, and the two engaged in a fierce duel on this battlefield filled with danger at every turn.

On one side stood an elite under Voldemort's command, a dark wizard from a prestigious family, a master of the Dark Arts. 

On the other was the famous Duel Champion, a genius young girl with the strength of dragon blood, who had already achieved extraordinary power at such a young age. 

The battle truly was an even match.

Next, Peter Pettigrew sought out Penelope Clearwater.

Although Peter appeared small and unremarkable, he was no weakling—someone who had once been close friends with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, known as the "Marauders." 

Even more impressive, he had survived Sirius' hunt for him, escaping with his life and even turning the tables to frame Sirius. 

Such a man possessed combat abilities that ranked among the top in this world.

As for Penelope, although she didn't have the same fame as some of the other girls, she was far from weak. 

Before Hermione, she had been Hogwarts' previous generation's genius. 

After receiving the dragon blood boost, her fighting ability had increased tremendously. Even Peter Pettigrew was only able to match her blow for blow.

The werewolf leader, Fenrir Greyback, faced off against Cho Chang.

Fenrir was a natural-born werewolf and among the strongest in their kind. He was vicious and bloodthirsty, seeing ordinary wizards as prey.

Cho Chang, though quiet, was a champion seeker and possessed remarkable athletic abilities. 

While the Dementors were wreaking havoc in the air, preventing her from flying on her broom, her agility, enhanced by the dragon blood, and her skillful magic allowed her to dance around Fenrir with ease. 

Even the werewolf couldn't keep up with her swift movements and Transfiguration.

Alecto and Amycus Carrow, the brother and sister duo, found their targets in Fleur and Luna.

Though the Carrows had held positions as commanders of the Death Eaters, they weren't the most powerful of Voldemort's followers. Their current rank was more due to luck than strength.

Fleur and Luna were the only two girls not boosted by the dragon blood, but Fleur still had impressive combat abilities, enhanced by the Veela powers inherited from her grandmother. 

With the support of her charm abilities, she and Luna managed to hold their own, though barely, against the Carrows.

Voldemort observed all of this with growing satisfaction. "Did you see that?" he mocked. 

"Before my dark army, the Ministry wizards are nothing but fodder. It won't be long before they collapse and flee... 

Your friends have done well to hold their own against my trusted lieutenants, but with Dementors in the air, they won't last much longer... 

And as for you, the so-called bane of Dementors, you're powerless to change their fate… 

Soon, I'll take Azkaban, release my followers, and wipe out the Ministry's forces in one fell swoop. The entire Great Britain... the whole world... will fall to my control."

Although Voldemort never admitted it, he had always been deeply dissatisfied with the fact that he had "lost" to Alaric time and time again. 

Now, with this small opportunity, he couldn't help but boast.

Alaric remained silent, offering no response.

Voldemort continued in a low, mocking voice. "So, while you're still alive, while your friends are still alive, why not surrender? I'll spare your lives."

"..."

Seeing Alaric silent, perhaps thinking that he had been intimidated, Voldemort grew even more smug.

"Surrender, come on… You can see, your friends can barely hold on much longer..."

"..."

"You're close with them, aren't you? Surrender and save their lives…"

"..."

"Do you not care about their lives?"

Voldemort's tone had turned dark, a clear threat now laced in his words.

Finally, Alaric spoke, his voice quiet but resolute.

"If... I were to surrender, would you truly order your followers to stop and spare their lives?"

Upon hearing his enemy finally speak, Voldemort's lips curled into a smug smile.

Even his voice, previously calm and composed, now carried an impatient edge.

"Of course! I keep my word!" he said, with a mocking tone. "This is a deal—you surrender, and I'll spare their lives..."

Seeing Alaric hesitate, Voldemort urged him even more eagerly.

"Quickly, surrender…"

But the next moment, Alaric's tone shifted completely.

"I refuse!"

"What...?"

One of Alaric's favorite things to do was to say "No" to those who considered themselves invincible.

As Voldemort stood there, stunned, Alaric gave a slight smile.

"Did you really think I was going to surrender to you, a defeated foe?"

Just as Alaric finished speaking, a familiar, thunderous voice echoed behind Voldemort.

In that moment, Voldemort turned in shock, only to see Silver White Hope, Alaric's Stand, had somehow managed to sneak up behind him. 

Now, Silver White Hope was mercilessly attacking Nagini, Voldemort's pet and one of his Horcruxes, hammering her with all his might.

Silver White Hope's silver fists created a storm of phantom blows, and in mere seconds, the massive snake's body was battered and bloody.

Nagini, once strong and transformed by Voldemort's dark magic, was now reduced to a helpless mess, bleeding from every wound. It was clear she was done for.

"Do you really think," Alaric finally grinned, "that I would surrender to you, a loser?" 

He gave a cold smile. "Just now, Silver White Hope used his phasing ability to slip beneath the floor and come up behind you. Now, you have no chance."

As Alaric's words finished, Voldemort's face twisted in agony.

At that moment, he felt a deep, soul-crushing pain... No, it wasn't just a feeling—it was coming from his very soul.

He staggered, almost falling to the ground, as the pain racked his body.

It was unbearable!

The pain was so intense that it could not be described—far worse than anything physical, any injury, any suffering he had ever known.

It felt as though every inch of his skin was on fire, his brain cracking open, as if a vital organ had been torn from his body.

Nagini had fallen, her life snuffed out under Silver White Hope's relentless assault.

Voldemort's last Horcrux had been destroyed.

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