The sacred glow of the Eternal Bastion quietly enveloped Hogwarts.
Outside the barrier, the dark army descended into growing panic as their attacks proved useless.
Inside, there was only silence.
A deathly silence.
Students. Professors. Members of the Order.
All stood frozen—
as if petrified—
staring up at the figure atop the Astronomy Tower.
The miracle they had just witnessed still echoed in their minds.
They could barely think.
Then—
he moved.
The Descent
Lin Sen stepped off the tower.
Not flying.
Not falling.
He walked.
Step by step—
as if descending invisible stairs—
from a hundred meters in the air.
Calm.
Effortless.
He landed before the great oak doors of the castle.
BOOM!
The doors swung open behind him.
Dumbledore. McGonagall. Sirius. Lupin.
The entire Order.
All the professors.
They rushed out.
Shock still lingered on their faces—
but now it was mixed with something else:
resolve.
"Lin Sen!" Dumbledore stepped forward, Elder Wand blazing.
"Your magic bought us time. While their morale is shaken—let us strike together!"
"Yes!" McGonagall's voice was iron.
"Hogwarts' honor must be defended with blood!"
"For Hogwarts!" Sirius roared.
They were ready to die.
But Lin Sen—
didn't even turn around.
He simply looked ahead.
At the darkened battlefield.
And spoke calmly:
"Your task is to protect the students."
A pause.
"As for the trash outside…"
"I alone am enough."
One Man
The words were light.
Almost weightless.
Yet to those behind him—
they struck like thunder.
One man—
against tens of thousands?
Giants.
Werewolves.
Dementors.
Death Eaters.
But as they looked at his back—
they understood.
This wasn't arrogance.
It was a fact.
To a god—
what difference was there between an army…
and a pile of garbage?
"Lin Sen, wait—" Dumbledore began.
Too late.
The Gate Opens
Lin Sen raised a hand—
and tapped the golden barrier.
The invincible wall—
parted.
A narrow door appeared.
Beyond it:
Darkness.
Death.
Within it:
Peace.
Sanctuary.
Under thousands of gazes—
He stepped forward.
Out of the light.
Into the apocalypse.
Alone.
Walking toward an army.
His black robes fluttered in the wind.
His figure—
slender.
Yet at this moment—
He seemed greater than the castle itself.
Greater than the army before him.
One man—
was an army.
The Challenge
The battlefield fell silent.
All eyes locked onto him.
Confusion spread.
They couldn't understand.
Why step out?
Why abandon invincibility?
Then—
Voldemort laughed.
A twisted, shrill laugh echoed across the field.
"Foolish!"
"I have never seen such stupidity!"
His voice dripped with mockery.
"You leave your protection—your only advantage!"
"Look around you!"
"Tens of thousands!"
"And you—alone!"
"Do you think you can defeat my army?"
"Who do you think you are—Merlin?!"
"Even Merlin would die here today!!!"
The Charge
His words ignited the army.
Yes—
The enemy was only one man.
Giants roared.
Werewolves howled.
"Kill him!"
"Tear him apart!"
"FOR THE DARK LORD!"
They surged forward—
a black tidal wave.
The Sky
Lin Sen didn't even look at them.
He raised his head.
And looked at the sky.
Then—
He raised his hand.
A new idea was formed.
Not magic—
but judgment.
True destruction…
does not come from spells—
but from the heavens.
The Spell
"Meteorfall."
His hand closed.
Space trembled.
The sky—
lit up.
Not lightning.
Not magic.
But—
stars.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Burning.
The End Descends
They tore through the clouds.
Massive—
tens, hundreds of meters wide—
engulfed in hellish fire.
Falling.
Toward the army.
Terror
"What… is that…"
A Death Eater whispered.
The sky was no longer sky.
It was—
a burning ocean of destruction.
Meteors blazed like suns.
Turning night into day.
And they were falling.
Impact
"DEFEND—!!!" Voldemort screamed.
Too late.
BOOM—!!!
The first meteor struck.
At the center of the giant ranks.
No magic.
Only—
pure impact.
The earth screamed.
Shockwaves exploded outward.
Giants—
torn apart instantly.
Weapons shattered.
Bodies erased.
A mushroom cloud rose.
Ragnarok
Then—
the rest fell.
Hundreds.
A rain of extinction.
Death Eaters—vaporized.
Werewolves—burned alive.
Dementors—erased by light.
Fire consumed everything.
The battlefield—
became hell.
The army—
collapsed instantly.
No formation.
No command.
No resistance.
Only—
fear.
And flight.
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