"Severus Snape" Voldemort stared dimly at the silvery world behind Snape, his voice involuntarily filled with surprise and admiration, "The subordinate I had high hopes for finally finally
But I have lived like a puddle of slugs. Now I can finally see some of my former glory.
Old Vodor was such an arrogant person that he could teach him all his flying spells. Snape had to be so spiritual and talented back then to impress him.
However, such a person who valued so much later fell deeply into the so-called "love" and turned himself into such a virtuous person, which really made Voldemort despise Snape from the bottom of his heart. For a time, he felt that he was simply blind.
I feel that finding a subordinate like Snape is a treasure.
It also made Voldemort even more convinced that he was right to completely erase "love" from his soul.
Look, love will turn a person into a person who has completely lost the light of spirituality. From a person with infinite potential, he will become small and dark, with a withered face, and life will be worse than death. It is simply unnecessary.
But now, Voldemort felt the fear instinct surging wildly in his Boggart's body, as if he were encountering a natural enemy, and his expression became extremely solemn.
Slowly holding up the wand in his hand, "I decide to give you death!"
Snape put on a standard wizard duel posture with a complex expression, and the silver light behind him surged and changed. The woods made of silver light seemed to be getting closer and bigger, and the silver path slowly advanced, and the side deep in the woods
The fluttering curtains seemed to become closer and clearer.
As he got closer, a wisp of breeze blew across his face, carrying the aura of loneliness and indifference of death, causing all life he felt to feel a sense of panic and anxiety from the depths of his soul.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The approaching death threat obviously made Voldemort feel more pressure, so he took the lead in attacking Snape, attacking with all his strength.
That endless desire for life, for living, makes the magic light surging from the tip of the wand become so emerald green.
Wherever the plasma of the Death Curse magic passed, green grass grew on the forest soil and flowers bloomed.
The plundering and killing of other people's lives is the crazy love for one's own life.
Under this magical logic of "the only one in the world", the Death Curse in Voldemort's hand was filled with unspeakable vitality.
Yes, this is the death curse in Voldemort's eyes.
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Except for him, all the wizards in the world used the death curse wrongly, wrongly!
Just ask, who else can be like him. Hey hey hey
However, before the pride in his heart could turn into a smile on his face, and before Voldemort could snarl, his slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened, filled with shock.
In that world of bright silver light, on that road of death paved with silver cobblestones, a doe jumped with light steps, approaching little by little.
It doesn't matter the physical speed, it's a surge of spiritual emotions.
The fawn jumped straight up and turned into a deer-shaped light, which directly enveloped Snape, making Voldemort's Death Curse completely lose its threat.
"This" Voldemort exclaimed involuntarily. This was a scene he had never encountered before. The Death Curse failed! Yes, the Death Curse actually failed!
"This is not the 'Item Revitalizing Elf Curse' invented by Anton, Severus." Voldemort suddenly felt horrified, "You invented the counter-curse of the Death Curse?!!!"
Snape just nodded slightly without saying anything.
With a proud look, he just said lightly, "Yes, this is the power of love, the love you have never faced face to face."
With love, there is the meaning of existence in this world.
With love, we can ignore the erasure of the meaning of existence.
Lao Si obviously wasn't as talkative as Lao Fu. He waved his wand with a serious face, following the ancient wizard tradition, waving the wand's gestures and body steps.
He matched his posture and chanted in the most standard pronunciation of the spell, "Funny!"
Yes, it's funny.
It is a kind of optimism that deals with the deepest fears in the soul, and it is the most primitive, clean and transparent attitude towards life.
At the same time, Voldemort waved his wand again in disbelief, and the spell in his mouth became more urgent, "Avada Kedavra!"
However, that deer-shaped silver light firmly guarded Snape, completely making the Death Curse lose any effect.
Bang ~
Under the influence of the Funny Curse, Voldemort's Boggart body began to change. Countless vines emerged from the soil, stained with his endlessly flowing blood, and climbed up along his insteps.
Wherever the vines passed, the color of wood appeared on all the skin.
No matter how Voldemort resisted, his legs were turning into trees little by little, and countless tree beards sprouted from his wizard robes, hanging down to the ground, and then penetrated deeply into the ground, turning into roots.
And this kind of tree transformation is stubbornly resisting the magic power rolling in Voldemort's body, spreading upward little by little.
At the same time, even though the forest made of silver light was approaching him little by little, the curtain was getting closer and closer.
Magic duels between wizards are sometimes so simple and straightforward.
One move can determine life or death, and being unable to resist the opponent's spellcasting, success or failure has become a foregone conclusion.
"no no!!!"
Voldemort could no longer maintain the arrogance on his face and looked at all this happening in disbelief, roaring and yelling unwillingly.
How could he, the most terrifying dark wizard in history, the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, lose to this slug that he usually looked down upon?
He can't accept it, he can't accept it!
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
Full of endless malice, he swung the wand forward in his hand, and the light of the curse turned into plasma and instantly engulfed Snape.
"Ah~~~"
Snape suddenly fell to the ground in pain, as if countless small knives were cutting around his body and soul, it was so painful that he couldn't bear to die.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! However, no matter how painful it was, he still tightly grasped the wand in his hand to maintain the magic of the Patronus Charm.
"Hiss~" "Hiss~"
Snape's face was as pale as if he had lost blood. The muscles on his cheeks twitched with the pain that spread throughout his body. He gritted his teeth and endured viciously, rolling on the ground like a maggot.
His head was pressed firmly against the grass, and his chest hit the ground hard, as if this could slightly reduce the pain.
"Severus!" Voldemort roared. He struggled to no avail. He watched the silver forest swallow him up bit by bit, and watched as his legs turned into the bottom of the tree, being eroded by silver and shining with silver light.
.
It's as if he is going to turn into this silver forest
Like a tree in it.
Then, he was taken away by that terrible curtain and went to his most feared death.
It's so pathetic and ridiculous that he transformed into the Boggart, Harry Potter's greatest fear, and therefore felt his greatest fear.
The fear of death is swallowing him up little by little. No, he doesn't want to die!
"Severus!" Voldemort roared again, "My Cruciatus Curse is enough to kill you, you know! Stop this damn Patronus Curse, otherwise you will die too, and I will definitely drag you with me.
Hell!"
The plasma effect of the Death Curse disappeared, but the influence of magic still continued. As the evil thoughts in Voldemort's heart became more and more intense, Snape fell to the ground in more and more pain.
Snape felt as if his whole person and soul were about to be torn apart.
Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse can easily destroy other people's minds.
The ruin and destruction of the soul, the magic power exerted is enough to swallow up the wizard, and only death awaits.
However, Snape just laughed unintelligibly and laughed hard.
He pressed his neck against the grass and stared at Voldemort, who had half of his body turned into a silver tree.
"I said no
Snape groaned, gritted his teeth, and said harshly, "Please die!"
"Ah~~~"
He couldn't bear it any longer and wailed, turning over and looking up, his whole body arched into a huge bow in pain, his body twitching and shaking crazily.
Go to hell together? This
That's what I want
Snape's eyes were dancing, and the sky in his field of vision became blurred, leaving only a hazy light. He seemed to vaguely see Lily holding her textbook in the corridor of the school castle, looking back and smiling at him.
—"Sev, hurry up, we're going to be late!" Here it comes!
I'm coming! Don't rush me, I'm coming!
Snape was finally able to respond to the death urge that surfaced every night.
The moment everything stagnated, it seemed that it was running again. Snape smiled happily, walked quickly, and stood in front of his classmates.
In the crowd, he raised his arms high in joy and said, "It's coming, it's coming!"
Lily, I finally let go of everything and can finally face you easily.
Tears flowed down his cheeks towards the roots of his ears. Snape gritted his teeth and endured the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. His face became increasingly pale and he rolled uncontrollably on the ground again.
Once upon a time, he admired this Dark Lord so much.
He once firmly believed that the Dark Lord would lead them, Death Eaters, to change the world.
Yes, that is changing the world, that is war, how can there be no killing. In his eyes, Grindelwald, who is good at deceiving people, and Dumbledore, who likes to calculate people's hearts, are no better than those who like to use violence.
How noble is Voldemort?
Everyone is eager to change the world and establish their own order.
If it weren't for Lily, maybe he would have maintained this loyalty and belief forever.
And all of this was finally destroyed at the moment of Lily's death. The Dark Lord he had devoted his loyalty to, the Dark Lord he believed in in life, killed the woman he loved most.
What a kind of despair that is.
When his beloved dies, his faith also collapses.
Yes, for the sake of hatred, he betrayed his beliefs in life, became the ugliest and most pathetic traitor, and became a spy who no longer has any meaning in life.
This is the greatest life worse than death. "Lily, here I come
It's just that Lily in Snape's eyes, the Lily in school uniform holding a textbook
But she is not the young woman-like Lily summoned by the Patronus Charm last time.
Snape, does he know? Maybe, he does?
Human heart, destiny, time, emotions, beliefs, everything, are so ridiculous sometimes, right?
"Ha ha ha ha"
Snape laughed, laughed wildly, with tears in his eyes.
They were right in scolding him, Snape was really just a ridiculous slug, "Hahahaha"
"Forehead"
Snape suddenly felt his heart clench into a ball, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.