Voldemort was dead—just like that.

You-Know-Who, the terror who had cast a shadow over the wizarding world for decades, was gone.

He hadn't been defeated in some grand, prophesied duel, but smashed into the ground—repeatedly—by a massive green figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

Dumbledore stood frozen. Harry was just as stunned. Around them, teachers and students at the gates of Hogwarts were wide-eyed, speechless, as if trying to grasp the finality of what they'd just witnessed.

The silence stretched. For a moment, it felt like they were waiting for a priest to step forward and declare Voldemort's death official, offer a solemn "Amen," and lay the sins of the Dark Lord to rest.

A sharp wind swept across the lawn, flapping their robes like dark flags. They looked like mourners at a funeral.

Fitting, in a way.

Voldemort had just died, and Hogwarts, without intending to, hosted his farewell.

Only, instead of sorrow, there would be laughter.

"Voldemort… is he really gone?" one young wizard asked, voice trembling with equal parts fear and hope.

"He's gone," one of the Weasley twins said, arm draped around his brother's shoulder. "That green guy crushed him into dust."

"But wasn't Harry supposed to defeat him? That was in the prophecy," Ron asked, confused.

"Maybe just... being here counted?" someone offered weakly.

They weren't sure what to believe. Could someone as feared as Voldemort really die that easily? His name had haunted their childhoods.

Suddenly, a calm voice cut through their confusion.

"You guessed correctly. He's dead. Not even dust remains."

It was Dumbledore, returned to the castle gates via the Sorcerer Supreme's golden portal.

He offered a small smile. "Go see for yourselves. Bear witness to the end of his reign. And don't forget to cheer for the hero—his name is Hulk."

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Hulk was still circling the battlefield, confused. He'd lifted rocks, sniffed the air, even growled at the ground, but Voldemort had vanished.

When Malrick finally walked over and told him "Squidward" had turned to dust, Hulk blinked in surprise.

"So weak," Hulk grunted, clearly disappointed.

Then his gaze shifted—to Snape.

"!"

Sweat broke across Snape's forehead. He instinctively stepped back, holding up his hands. "I'm on your side," he said quickly.

"Roar…" Hulk growled, unconvinced. Snape had been standing next to Voldemort, after all.

But Malrick stepped in.

"Hulk, not everything needs to be smashed," he said, giving Hulk's arm a firm pat. "Look over there. You've already done enough."

Hulk turned.

From the direction Malrick pointed, a wave of young wizards rushed toward him. Their cheers echoed across the lawn, excited voices layering like a hive of bees buzzing in unison.

Hulk looked bewildered. He clenched his fists instinctively, unsure of their intent.

"They're here to thank you," Malrick said gently. "And maybe, if you ask nicely, they'll give you something good to eat."

He pried open Hulk's hand and stepped aside.

Within seconds, the towering green giant was surrounded. Kids chattered around him, praising his strength, his transformation, the way he smashed Voldemort into the ground.

Hulk stood awkwardly, afraid to move, worried he might crush one of them by accident.

Then, like a boulder crashing through a forest, Hagrid arrived.

The half-giant beamed and wrapped Hulk in a massive hug. "Oh-ho-ho! My brother, that was Voldemort, and you smashed him to pieces! You're amazing!"

Hulk blinked. Hagrid was taller than him.

In Hagrid's arms, Hulk looked more like a green toddler than a terrifying force of nature.

Malrick, watching from a distance, turned to the spectral form of Dr. Banner beside him. "See? Hulk's not a monster. He's part of you—and he has your heart."

Tony nodded. "He's not separate. He's you, Banner. Just another side of the same soul."

Banner looked conflicted. For so long, he'd seen Hulk as a beast—something to cure or contain. After every transformation, he woke up to wreckage and blame.

But now, watching Hulk laugh awkwardly among the students, something inside him shifted.

"Maybe you're right," Banner murmured. "Maybe it's time I stopped fighting him... and started listening."

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Nearby, the professors had surrounded Snape and the Malfoys. At first, they moved to apprehend them—Death Eaters by all appearances.

But Dumbledore intervened. His explanation cleared their names, and after everything they had endured, the trio were allowed their freedom.

Narcissa clutched Draco tightly, sobbing. They had lived under Voldemort's rule in fear and shame.

Snape, meanwhile, stood motionless, eyes lifted to the sky. For once, his features softened. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

His work as a double agent was done.

Redemption, it seemed, was no longer just a dream.

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Soon after, Dumbledore led the students and faculty to meet Malrick and the others. Their gratitude was sincere, and their curiosity about Kamar-Taj magic even greater.

Amid the applause, even Hulk, still standing among the kids, bowed—awkwardly but sincerely—alongside the others.

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That night, Hogwarts celebrated.

The Great Hall glowed with candlelight, its long tables piled high with food prepared by house-elves for the grandest feast the school had seen in years.

Malrick, Tony, and the others sat at the high table with the professors, enjoying the warmth of a world at peace.

Hulk, of course, had his own table—surrounded by students who eagerly fed him whole roasted chickens and cheered every bite.

Later, the line to "feed Hulk" stretched across the hall. Everyone wanted a turn.

And for the first time in his life, Hulk felt something new.

He wasn't just a weapon.

He was a hero.

He had friends.

He was happy.

Meanwhile, Banner's soul hovered nearby, gently protesting the overeating. "You're going to get a stomachache," he warned.

Hulk responded by lazily swatting at the air with one giant hand, ignoring him completely.

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