"Harry Potter is dead. From today on, the one you must believe in is me."
Voldemort stood before the ruins of Hogwarts, leading a vast and menacing crowd of Death Vindicators. Raising the Elder Wand high, he pumped his arm and shouted, while his subordinates responded to their master like a pack of howling apes.
Beneath a collapsed stretch of the wall, Neville picked up the Sorting Hat, which had become tattered and worn.
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