914 You didnt even give me a chance to say sorry...
"No!"
"don't want!"
Voldemort no longer has the arrogance of the past. The Boggart's unique characteristics give him the possibility of a unique existence, and it also amplifies the biggest fear in his heart.
And this damn death comes so slowly, so firmly and irreversibly.
That damn forest of death made of silver light had quietly enveloped him.
That damn "funny" magic has quietly turned everything from his chest down into trees and into a part of this forest of death.
That damn terrifying curtain danced before my eyes at some unknown moment.
The curtains are dancing, death is right in front of you, and the loneliness there is so suffocating.
Cleverness is misled by cleverness.
Voldemort looked desperately at the Muggle Vernon who was caught by the statue of Death in the distance, and looked at the slope further away.
That ritual magic is just a little bit off, just a little bit off!
It almost comes from the 'feeling of powerlessness' between emotional entanglements.
As long as this little bit is added, this ritual magic becomes it! Then he can completely deconstruct the powerful magic of love.
However, his greed killed him.
He wanted the emotional strength that Harry Potter would have when he came back and looked at the corpse of his uncle who abused him but died for him, so he let Harry leave.
He was even more greedy in his desire to break that damn curse.
Yes, it is the prophecy that the so-called savior Harry Potter will kill himself.
For this reason, he allowed Harry to run away and find Dumbledore. Voldemort knew that Dumbledore would definitely use the power of fate of this prophecy to let Harry kill the young version of 'Tom Riddle'.
Taking advantage of Dumbledore's plan in turn is simply not a very powerful approach.
You must know that he has already used potions and ritual magic to fuse his blood with Harry, and his soul exists deep in Harry's soul using the "twin soul" method studied by Anton.
This will not only decipher the prophecy, but also achieve the ancient ritual magic of 'self-sacrifice'.
Then, using that powerful magic power, he completely completed the polyhedral Animagus', turning himself and Harry into each other's Animagus.
And because of his own concept of "magic alone", Harry's soul simply cannot defeat him.
Look, everything was planned so well. Just a little bit, just a little bit.
But this Snape just jumped out and tried to drag him completely into death.
This terrifying world of silver light actually cut off his connection with the Horcruxes, cut off his connection with Harry Potter, cut off everything.
Voldemort looked at Snape angrily, and violently increased the release of the Cruciatus Curse, completely tearing Snape's mind to pieces.
Suddenly, when he saw Snape laughing wildly, his eyes suddenly lit up for some reason.
"The 'feeling of powerlessness' that comes from emotional entanglements?" "Will he have it?"
Voldemort didn't know that he realized for the first time that he couldn't see through his former subordinate.
But, thinking of his men, he couldn't help but look further
Little Barty is under the influence of the whole body binding spell. Maybe
Feeling the spread of this silver light, Voldemort suddenly stopped releasing the Cruciatus Curse, and using the little strength he had in his wrist, he shook his wand and pointed it at Barty Jr.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
A sharp magical light lit up, and one of Little Barty's arms flew up high and suddenly exploded, turning into endless blood mist and a burst of life.
"Ha~"
Voldemort smiled so hard that his whole face twisted. The ritual magic seemed to be really working!
His heart moved, and he waved the wand again. Phew~
The whole body binding spell on little Barty disappeared immediately. At the same time, his whole body was shaking rapidly,
Crazy switching between Sirius and Barty Jr.
Finally, it slowly settled on Sirius's appearance.
Sirius' reaction was absolutely swift. He endured the stinging wound on his missing arm, and with his remaining right hand, he fiercely waved the wand and pointed it at Voldemort, "Expelliarmus!"
The wand in Voldemort's hand suddenly started to fly.
It fell straight to the ground.
"No!"
Voldemort roared, "I"
I haven't determined the status of this ritual magic yet.
No
The reluctance on his face eventually turned into a feeling of despair in the face of death. His whole body turned into a big tree, eroded by silver light, and the curtains suddenly danced, covering everything inside.
The wind howls~
The silver light exploded, turned into little stars, fluttered, and disappeared.
Sirius looked at Snape who was struggling in pain on the ground with a complex expression, then at Vernon who was strung up and wailing on the statue of Death, and hurriedly ran towards Vernon.
He quickly waved his wand and used Transfiguration to lower Vernon to the ground. He took out the white moss prepared for the event from his pocket and applied it to Vernon to stop the bleeding.
After doing this, he slowly walked up to Snape, his eyes full of complexity and sadness, "You are going to die."
Yes, he could feel Snape's gasp when he was on the verge of death, the pain that caused his entire soul to be destroyed.
To be honest, at this level, Snape could still grit his teeth and hold on without dying. He was indeed a powerful wizard who shined in the First Wizarding War.
Snape panted and looked at Sirius, his mouth moving as if he was saying something, but it was so weak.
Sirius pursed his lips, squatted down slowly, gently picked up Snape, and brought his ears close to him.
"Beware Dumbledore," Snape's voice was so weak.
Sirius frowned and looked at Snape. At this time, he still wanted to speak ill of Dumbledore. It was simply pathetic!
But seeing Snape's expression extremely serious, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful in his heart.
"Beware of Dumbledore, he will take advantage of Harry!"
Snape suddenly grabbed Sirius's arm, so weakly that it seemed as if he would fall down at any time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He gasped hard and his face became increasingly pale, "Dumbledore guessed Voldemort's conspiracy and guessed that Voldemort planned to use the polyhedral Animagus he invented.
'Resurrected in Harry's body'
"Dumbledore plans to take advantage of this to completely seal Voldemort in Harry's body and use it to deal with Anton."
"!!!" Sirius' eyes narrowed. He didn't know whether to believe this person's words, but
He probably knew a little about Dumbledore's character, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and remained silent.
Suddenly, he felt that Little Barty was stirring inside him, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly, suppressing Little Barty again.
The death of his master Voldemort made little Barty feel like a bereaved dog. He had no energy and obviously did not have enough strength to fight with Sirius.
"It doesn't feel good, right?" Snape struggled to smile and looked at Sirius, "Maybe Harry shouldn't be like you."
As if he felt death approaching, he squeezed Sirius' arm harder and his voice became much stronger.
"Dumbledore wants me to guard Harry Potter in the future, to prevent Voldemort in his body from taking over, and to kill Harry if necessary!"
Snape smiled sadly, "He still regards me as the leader of the Death Eaters. He thinks that it is normal for a person like me to hate James so much that he wants to kill Harry."
It’s passed.”
"He couldn't understand that I followed the Dark Lord for lofty ideals and beliefs, just like he planned to follow Grindelwald."
"Later, his sister died, and so did Lily. He repented, and so did I. He felt that he had been redeemed, but I was hopeless. It was so disgusting, this terrible old man."
Although he said it was disgusting, there was no hatred on Snape's face, just a gentle smile.
"He doesn't know that I can't do what he asked me to do!"
"I can't just watch Harry turn into a ghost like Sirius, I can't watch Harry turn into a weapon against Anton, and watch the fate of these two children in the future.
Snape's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, Sirius had to hold his shoulders tightly and press his ears to hear clearly.
Sirius sighed, his voice inexplicably hoarse, "Why? Why do you do all this?"
Snape smiled slightly, "Maybe, because I am the children's professor?"
Sirius smiled miserably, "Is it worth it?"
Unfortunately, no one could answer him. Snape in his arms had completely lost his breath, and the arm holding him fell to the ground feebly.
"Severus"
"Severus! Wake up, wake up!"
It's a pity that no one can answer him. All he has is tears flowing freely, and the figures of the past appear in front of his eyes, so pale and weak.
James Potter Lily Evans Peter Pettigrew
Now, there is another Severus Snape who makes him feel complicated.
"Wake up, you didn't even give me a chance to say I'm sorry."
"You are so cruel, you died in my arms like this. "Are you going to make me feel guilty for the rest of my life?" "You bastard, ah ah ah."