'Oops! I Stole the Isekai Lottery'-Chapter 70: Shadows and Surrender: The Fall of the Dark Forces

The Forbidden Forest was eerily silent, save for the sound of heavy breathing and crackling spells. Ron and Hermione stood their ground, wands raised, facing Severus Snape, who loomed before them with his black robes billowing like the wings of a vulture. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes gleamed with something between irritation and amusement.

"Give up now," Snape drawled, flicking his wand lazily. "You two never stood a chance against me."

"Like hell we will!" Ron bellowed, sweat trickling down his forehead. He fired a Stupefy spell, which Snape dodged with an effortless side step.

Hermione, ever the strategist, was already muttering incantations under her breath. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted, but Snape twisted his wand mid-air, deflecting the spell with ease.

Ron, seeing an opening, charged in. "Take this, you greasy git—Petrificus Totalus!"

Snape raised an eyebrow as if unimpressed, countering with a mere flick of his wand. "Pathetic," he sneered, sending Ron flying backward into a bush.

Hermione rushed forward, spinning her wand in a complex motion. "Oppugno!" she cried, summoning a swarm of enchanted birds that darted toward Snape like tiny, furious missiles.

Snape sighed. With a casual wave of his hand, the birds combusted mid-air, vanishing in a puff of feathers and smoke. "Miss Granger, you insult me with such juvenile magic."

Ron, recovering from the bush, staggered to his feet, leaves sticking to his hair. "Alright, that's it!" He jabbed his wand forward. "Eat this! Reducto!"

A blast of force shot toward Snape, who merely sighed and conjured a shimmering barrier. The spell ricocheted, nearly hitting Ron in the face.

"Okay, that was a bad idea," Ron admitted, gulping.

Desperate, Hermione threw everything she had at Snape—Impedimenta, Flipendo, Expulso—but none of them hit their mark. Snape dodged each spell with minimal effort, moving with the grace of a shadow.

"You two have potential," he mused. "Unfortunately, you're about as threatening as first-years waving sparkly sticks."

He raised his wand, aiming it directly at Ron, whose eyes widened in terror.

"Any last words, Weasley?"

Ron gulped. "I regret nothing. Except missing dinner—"

Before Snape could cast his spell, a loud POP echoed through the clearing, and suddenly, Dobby appeared between them, arms crossed, glaring up at Snape.

"Professor Snape, sir," Dobby said sternly, _"Master Raja's plan is complete. Everyone has returned to Hogwarts safely."

Snape exhaled sharply, lowering his wand. _"Of course his plan works. That insufferable menace."

Ron and Hermione blinked in confusion. "Wait, what?" Hermione gasped.

Dobby turned to them with a knowing smirk. **"If Professor Snape really wanted you dead, you would have been gone long ago. He was only playing along."

"PLAYING?!" Ron screeched.

Dobby ignored him and waved his hand, teleporting Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Bellatrix's lifeless body back to Hogwarts.

As soon as they landed, the trio took a moment to catch their breath. Then, shaking off their exhaustion, they exchanged determined glances.

The battle was still raging.

"Let's go," Neville said, gripping his wand. _"We've got a war to win."

And with that, the new Golden Trio charged into battle once more.

The battlefield was a blur of chaos, where the clash of magic and the cries of battle filled the air. Every corner of Hogwarts was consumed by the war. From the Courtyard to the towers, students and teachers alike fought fiercely, united under the banner of their home. The Death Eaters, though numerous, had not expected this level of resistance. The morale of the dark forces had begun to falter, their confidence draining as they saw their comrades fall one by one.

A collective gasp rippled through the ranks of the Death Eaters when they caught sight of Bellatrix Lestrange's lifeless body sprawled across the ground. Her once wild, unrelenting spirit had been extinguished by Neville Longbottom's unforgiving hand. The notorious Death Eater had been reduced to nothing more than a crumpled form—her reputation, once a source of terror, now a grim reminder of what the students of Hogwarts were capable of.

"Bellatrix..." Dolohov murmured, his voice trembling. The sight of his most trusted ally's death was a blow to their spirits, and it did not go unnoticed. The Death Eaters had already been on edge, but now they were rattled. Fear began to creep into their hearts. For the first time, they questioned their mission, their very reason for fighting. Was it worth it?

Fred and George, ever the optimists, shared a glance between them. The Death Eaters were starting to hesitate—this was their chance. They moved swiftly, rallying the remaining Hogwarts defenders. With a flick of their wands, they sent blasts of magic that left craters in the ground, each strike sending the remaining Death Eaters reeling.

The twins worked in tandem, their movements like a choreographed dance. Every spell cast was another step toward victory, and with each step, the Death Eaters grew more disoriented. They had once thought themselves unstoppable, but now they were being overwhelmed by the sheer will and unity of Hogwarts' defenders.

Suddenly, a new force entered the fray. Neville Longbottom, his face a mask of fury, charged into battle like a man possessed. Gone was the timid boy from his early years at Hogwarts; in his place stood a battle-hardened warrior, eyes ablaze with rage. The loss of his parents, the horrors he had seen—none of it had been in vain. He was here to finish what Bellatrix had started, to put an end to her reign of terror once and for all.

Neville threw himself into the thick of the battle, his wand flashing in the air. With each spell, another Death Eater fell. The battlefield was filled with the roar of battle, the crackling of magic, and the relentless sound of Neville's voice as he screamed curses and commands. "For Hogwarts!" he shouted, launching a series of stunning spells that incapacitated two Death Eaters in one fell swoop.

With Neville's arrival, the Death Eaters' morale plummeted further. The loss of Bellatrix had shaken them, but seeing Neville, the once shy and bumbling Gryffindor, now a relentless force of nature, was enough to strike fear into their hearts. Fred and George, no strangers to battle themselves, joined forces with Neville, charging forward with reckless abandon. Their wands created explosions of light as they wiped out Death Eaters left and right, the battlefield quickly turning into a graveyard for their enemies.

"You're all dead!" Fred bellowed, his voice full of reckless glee, as he struck down a Death Eater with a powerful Blasting Curse. **"One less problem for us, then."

George laughed, sending a disarming charm that sent another Death Eater flying backward. "It's like swatting flies!"

Amid the chaos, Hogi appeared once more, the small but powerful child appearing as if summoned by the madness of battle. With a wave of his hand, a massive shield materialized, protecting Fred, George, and Neville from an incoming barrage of curses.

"Back off, you lot!" Hogi shouted, his voice filled with an almost childish exuberance. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he flung hexes that left Death Eaters groaning and crumpling to the ground. Dobby, the house-elf, joined the fray too, his small stature belying his immense power. His spells were swift and precise, taking down multiple Death Eaters in an instant. He flashed a wicked smile, his large ears twitching with excitement.

For the remaining Death Eaters, it was clear they had no chance. They had been fighting for so long, but now, it seemed like they were the ones who were being hunted. The ground trembled beneath them as the battle reached its fever pitch, and the Death Eaters began to fall back.

But their retreat was cut short when Dolohov, their last hope, stood tall, his wand aimed at the advancing trio of Neville, Fred, and George. "You'll pay for this," Dolohov hissed, but his voice lacked the conviction it once had."

With a final, unrelenting roar, Neville charged forward, his wand pointed directly at Dolohov. "Not today, Dolohov!" With a single incantation, Neville's spell collided with the dark wizard's defenses, shattering them like glass. The explosion of magic sent Dolohov flying backward, his body crashing into the stone of the castle wall.

Fred and George, standing side by side, fired a combined spell in perfect harmony. The twin bolts of magic struck Dolohov at once, and with a final scream, he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

As the last of their leadership fell, the Death Eaters' resolve shattered. Their once unshakable confidence was gone, replaced by the cold, bitter realization that they had lost. One by one, they dropped their wands and raised their hands in surrender.

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Moments later, Aurors appeared on the battlefield, led by the stern face of Madam Bones. With the Death Eaters' surrender, the Aurors moved in quickly, binding the prisoners in magical restraints. The battle was over.

Hogwarts had held its ground, and the darkness had been pushed back. For now, the school stood victorious, its defenders battered but unbroken.