912 Silver light explodes, creating a passage of death
"Harry~~"
Just as Harry Potter flew upside down and crashed into the arms of the stone statue, with an anxious roar, a strong and fat figure rushed over.
It's Vernon, Vernon Dursley.
He stretched out one hand and hugged Harry's waist firmly, and used the other hand to pull on the tall tree beside him.
But this inverted airflow was so strong that he felt that his fingers were breaking away from the support of the tree trunk little by little.
In the distance, the terrifying and bleeding demon was watching them with interest, and did not continue to do anything else, otherwise there would be no chance for them to have this struggle.
Affected by this delay, Harry finally had time to react. He raised the wand in his hand vigorously, and he wanted to fight back!
He has mastered so many powerful spells, they are very powerful and he can fight back.
"Expelliarmus!"
There was a flash of magic, and Harry watched in shock as the wand flew away from his hand, flying and falling gently into Barty's hand.
Seeing Harry looking over, little Barty chuckled, "I can also disarm the spell."
Facing the powerful Voldemort and Barty Jr., Harry was completely in despair. He looked sadly at Vernon, who had his mission wrapped around him. The kind-hearted man only had one thought in his heart at this time: he was going to kill Uncle Vernon.
"Listen, Harry!"
Uncle Vernon struggled to endure the pull of the strong wind flowing backwards, "There is a slope over there, I will push you down later, you quickly go find someone for help!"
"Leave me alone, remember, leave me alone!" Harry looked at Vernon blankly, "Why?"
Uncle Vernon didn't say anything, he just kicked the tree violently, pulled Harry hard into his arms, and was pulled backwards by the huge strong wind.
Bang ~
Harry only felt a huge counter-shock force coming, and Uncle Vernon's fat body gave him an excellent cushion. Then, he felt Uncle Vernon use the force of this shock to force him towards him.
Push to the side.
Snap, he fell hard to the ground and rolled down the hillside.
Everything happened so fast that there was no time to think.
why why?
Why did his uncle obviously hate him and give him a chance to escape, leaving him in that place, using a Muggle body to face those two enemies that even ordinary wizards couldn't face!
Harry's mind was in chaos, and he kept rubbing against the steep slope. Finally, his back hit a big tree hard, and then he stopped.
He gritted his teeth and looked sadly at the hillside, where the huge statue of the God of Death was slowly closing his hands to hold his uncle in his arms.
But my uncle actually had no room to escape.
because
A spike extending from the chest of the Death sculpture was piercing out of my uncle's chest, covered in blood.
Dumbledore! Anton!
Harry's mind suddenly flashed across these two figures, facing the mountain
There was a shrill wail on the slope, and he roared and ran away into the distance.
He must find them immediately, or find other contestants. There is a magic mirror floating next to those contestants. He must be able to contact these two people through this magic mirror. Hurry!
Run faster!
Harry gritted his teeth and roared in his heart, praying that he could find someone to help quickly and save Uncle Vernon.
On the hillside, Voldemort walked up to Vernon with a smile and took a deep breath.
"Oh~~"
"This is the smell of blood magic
His eyes were burning, "the 'dedication' of being willing to sacrifice for your loved ones, the 'desire' of painfully choosing to stay away from your loved ones in order to save them, the 'struggle' of not being able to see the direction in the complicated family relationship."
"Look, the ritual magic prepared to dismantle this blood magic that represents love has been completed one by one."
Voldemort slowly raised his hand, and stretched out his arm from the sleeve of the wizard's robe. The arm seemed to have never been illuminated by sunlight, showing a sickly pale color, seemingly without much muscle, and covered with dense veins, making it look extremely terrifying.
His fingers slowly placed on Vernon's forehead, and immediately Vernon let out a very shrill wail.
Vernon's body burned with green flames, which seemed to spare his skin and clothes, but made his whole body struggle, twist and twitch.
And with such twitching, the sharp thorn that was digging into his chest was tearing at his wound more and more.
"In addition, after the dedication, the self-impression faded and I had to face the consequences."
"Now
"The only thing left is a sense of powerlessness over emotional entanglements!"
"This is my understanding of the book "Wizards are Gods", which uses the power of the soul to leverage people's emotions for blood relatives."
Voldemort chuckled and waved to little Barty beside him, "That's almost it. Go bring Harry Potter back and let us complete the last step."
Little Barty shouted excitedly next to him, "I look forward to the master's resurrection and return in the most powerful form!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled, "I'm afraid some people don't think so."
As he said that, he turned his head slightly and looked at a figure in the dark corner of the woods, "You think so? Severus Snape."
"Snape, you're too slow!" Little Barty turned around and saw Snape slowly walking out of the woods. His whole body began to tremble crazily, and his face quickly turned to Sirius.
Switching between Little Barty.
He roared angrily, "I called you with the Dark Mark, but your reaction was so slow! It's an unforgivable crime! You almost delayed the master's good deeds!"
"Come with me quickly to capture Harry Potter and present it to the master, me"
Before Barty Jr. finished speaking, Snape suddenly waved the wand in his hand, "Petrify them all!"
Very suddenly, little Barty did not expect that Snape would dare to attack him in front of his master, and he had no time to resist. The light of the binding spell lit up, and a stone-like color suddenly appeared all over his body, and he looked up
The head fell down.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After doing this, Snape faced Voldemort in silence, holding the wand in his hand tightly.
No one understands the horror of this Dark Lord better than him. After seeing Dumbledore's calculations, Snape fell into despair and pinned his hope of dealing with this devil on Anton.
But now he had to stand up and face in person the great enemy who killed Lily, Voldemort.
"I knew you would betray me, Severus."
"My guess is indeed correct. In your empty head, hidden under the Occlumency Curse, you are really thinking about that woman Lily. It is simply disgusting love."
As Voldemort spoke, he raised his head and admired the wailing sound of Vernon, a Muggle, and felt the beauty before his life was about to dissipate.
Death can unleash powerful magic, he has always known this.
Snape looked at Voldemort's back coldly, "It's really hard to understand for someone like you who doesn't know how to love."
"Maybe"
Voldemort slowly turned around and glanced at Snape with a smile, "But I will soon restore the complete integrity of my soul. If I can understand your thoughts, I will definitely go to your grave to follow you.
You talk."
He lowered his head and played with the wand in his hand, "I said at the time that I hoped you would donate one of your arms as a magical material for my resurrection ceremony. But now it seems that I have to kill you and use your life to complete this.
everything."
"I'm curious about one thing
Voldemort slowly raised his eyelids and stared at Snape, "You have been hiding in the woods just now. What made you decide to attack me? Could it be that you found out that I was really going to kill you this time?
Harry Potter? Hey hey hey, Severus, don't tell
I, you want to use your own life to save James Potter’s son?”
"That's so ridiculous and pitiful, hahahaha
Snape pursed his lips and was silent for a while, then took a deep breath, "No, it's because of hatred, because you killed Lily, and I suddenly found an opportunity to take revenge!"
"Oh?" Voldemort chuckled, unable to hide the contempt in his eyes.
"I just finally confirmed that you are possessed by a boggart, existing in this way, and it seems to be a more inseparable way of possession."
Snape slowly raised his arm and tightened his wand, "I was just thinking."
His magnetic and deep voice became a little hoarse and a little gentle, and he softly recited the magic spell, "Call the gods to protect you!"
The silver light exploded and turned into a thick mist that spread around, covering a large forest behind him.
In the forest, silver trees stand tall, silver butterflies fly around silver flowers, and silver birds sing silently on the trees.
It was as if the entire world had turned into a world made of silver light. In this world, everything looked a little hazy.
In the haziness, a path paved with silver cobblestones winds and extends deep into the silver forest, where a looming curtain gently sways.
"I was just thinking"
Snape looked at Voldemort seriously, "Is it possible for you to completely enter the world of the dead now and lose the connection with those so-called Horcruxes?"
"Please die!"
Snape also has a profound understanding of the characteristics of Boggarts and the Patronus Curse. But don't forget that he is also an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.