Не хватает варианта "статут рухнул ещё до экспансии магов, в ходе эскалации конфликта и использования всякого-разного, после чего британских магов зачистили всем миром"...

Не воскресни он и нагини бы невил не тронул.

The awfulness of that possibility smothered him for a moment,
made it impossible to keep talking. But he pulled himself together
again; This was crucial, he must be like Dumbledore, keep a cool
head, make sure there were backups, others to carry on. Dumbledore had died knowing that three people still knew about the
Horcruxes; now Neville will take Harry’s place. There would still
be three in the secret.
“Just in case they’re—busy— and you get the chance— ”
“Kill the snake?”
“Kill the snake,” Harry repeated.
“All right, Harry, You’re okay, are you?”
“I’m fine. Thanks, Neville.”
But Neville seized his wrist as Harry made to move on.
“We’re all going to keep fighting, Harry. You know that?”
“Yeah, I— ”

“He was killed while trying to sneak out of the castle grounds,”
said Voldemort, and there was relish in his voice for the lie, “killed
while trying to save himself— ”
But Voldemort broke off: Harry heard a scuffle and a shout,
then another bang, a flash of light, and a grunt of pain; he opened
his eyes an infinitesimal amount. Someone had broken free of the
crowd and charged at Voldemort: Harry saw the figure hit the
ground, Disarmed, Voldemort throwing the challenger’s wand aside
and laughing.
“And who is this?” he said in his soft snake’s hiss. “Who has
volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue
to fight when the battle is lost?”
Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.
“It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been
giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?”

They heard uproar from the distant boundary of the school as
what sounded like hundreds of people came swarming over the outof-sight walls and pelted toward the castle, uttering loud war cries.
At the same time, Grawp came lumbering around the side of the
castle and yelled, “HAGGER!” His cry was answered by roars from
Voldemort’s giants: They ran at Grawp like bull elephants, making
the earth quake. Then came hooves and the twangs of bows, and
arrows were suddenly falling amongst the Death Eaters, who broke
ranks, shouting their surprise. Harry pulled the Invisibility Cloak
from inside his robes, swung it over himself, and sprang to his feet,
as Neville moved too.
In one swift, fluid motion, Neville broke free of the Body-Bind
Curse upon; the flaming hat fell off him and he drew from its depths
something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle—
The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of
the oncoming crowd or the sounds of the clashing giants or of the
stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a
single stroke Neville sliced off the great snake’s head, which spun
high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance
hall, and Voldemort’s mouth was open in a scream of fury that
nobody could hear, and the snake’s body thudded to the ground
at his feet—
Hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry cast a Shield
Charm between Neville and Voldemort before the latter could raise
his wand.

Наверняка среди ПСов найдется очередной "темный лорд", который быстро сориентируется и захватит власть.

Hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry cast a Shield
Charm between Neville and Voldemort before the latter could raise
his wand.

Ну, а насколько ПСы "элитны" показывает пример дуэли Молли и Беллы)))

Ну, а насколько ПСы "элитны" показывает пример дуэли Молли и Беллы)))

Ну, во-первых, Белла, вызволенная из Азкабана была уже почти чокнутой. А чокнутые с трудом могут нормально воевать. Во-вторых, бывает, что и слабый сильного убивает. Это жизнь. Фактор случайности надо учитывать.

“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”
Mrs. Weasley threw off her cloak as she ran, freeing her arms.
Bellatrix spun on the spot, roaring with laughter at the sight of
her new challenger.
“OUT OF MY WAY!” shouted Mrs. Weasley to the three
girls, and with a swipe of her wand she began to duel. Harry
watched with terror and elation as Molly Weasley’s wand slashed
and twisted, and Bellatrix Lestrange’s smile faltered and became
a snarl. Jets of light flew from both wands, the floor around the
witches’ feet became hot and cracked; both women were fighting
to kill.
“No!” Mrs. Weasley cried as a few students ran forward, trying
to come to her aid. “Get back! Get back! She is mine!”
Hundreds of people now lined the walls, watching the two fights,
Voldemort and his three opponents, Bellatrix and Molly, and Harry
stood, invisible, torn between both, wanting to attack and yet to
protect, unable to be sure that he would not hit the innocent.
“What will happen to your children when I’ve killed you?”
taunted Bellatrix, as mad as her master, capering as Molly’s curses
danced around her. “When Mummy’s gone the same way as Freddie?”
“You—will—never— touch— our—children— again!” screamed Mrs. Weasley.
Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius
had given as he toppled backward through the veil, and suddenly
Harry knew what was going to happen before it did.
Molly’s curse soared beneath Bellatrix’s outstretched arm and
hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart.

Беспредельный Зельевар, ну, фантазировать про няшек-ПСов это модно, да.

Мольфар
Если канон железобетонен, то смысл в обсуждении?

Вот так всё было. И с мёртвым Поттером было бы ровно так же - и кентавры, и разгон, и стычки. И дохлая Нагини. Только Лонгботтом бы не выжил.

Если канон железобетонен, то смысл в обсуждении? Ведь Поттер выжил, лорд пал.