Chapter 13: The Final Battle

Bubba's heart raced as he continued to face down Voldemort. He had never been more scared in his life, but he knew he couldn't let that show. He had to be brave for the people he cared about.

"Are you sure you want to do this, boy?" Voldemort sneered. "You don't stand a chance against me."

Bubba's hand tightened around his wand. "I reckon we'll just have to see about that."

With that, the two charged at each other, spells flying in every direction. Bubba's heart was pounding as he narrowly avoided a curse from Voldemort. He could feel the heat of the curse as it passed by him.

Bubba took a deep breath and focused on his training. He knew what he had to do. He had to keep his cool, keep his aim steady, and keep casting spells until Voldemort made a mistake.

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was only minutes. Spells and curses flew back and forth between the two powerful wizards. Bubba knew he had to end it soon. He could feel the magic in his body beginning to weaken, and he knew he was reaching his limit.

Then, suddenly, Voldemort stumbled. Bubba seized the opportunity and quickly cast a spell that knocked Voldemort's wand out of his hand.

With a roar of triumph, Bubba cast the killing curse, and Voldemort fell to the ground, defeated.

The Great Hall erupted into cheers as Bubba looked down at the wand in his hand, feeling a mix of relief and disbelief. He had done it. He had defeated Voldemort.

As Bubba made his way out of the Great Hall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what he had accomplished. He had come a long way since arriving in the wizarding world. He had made friends, learned magic, and ultimately defeated the most feared dark wizard of all time.

But as he walked through the castle halls, he knew that his work was far from over. There were still threats out there, still battles to be fought. But for now, he was content in knowing that he had done his part.