Hearing the Elder Wand, Snape finally looked up at Voldemort, his face as a dead man's mask, pale and solid as marble.
"Owner…"
"You're a smart man, Severus, and you know what I need."
The black mist around Voldemort's body boiled in the air and shrouded Snape away.
Snape seemed to want to back down, but let the black fog cover him anyway. He felt something, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
undefined"Master, your power..."
"I'm not strong enough, Severus, not enough! I need the Elder Wand, it will help me kill Potter, help me control the Twin Serpent Wands to be truly immortal, but the problem is, the Elder Wand doesn't work well work for me because I am not its true owner."
The black mist completely shrouded Snape, and the little blood on his face disappeared.
He seemed to sense his fate, and he knew he couldn't escape.
"I can't get hold of the Elder Wand, and we all know why!" said Voldemort coldly. "The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its previous owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. As long as you live, The Elder Wand can't really be mine."
"Master!" said Snape hastily, raising his wand, but the darkness around him took hold of him, and his wand-holding hand fell hard as soon as it was raised.
"You have been a good and faithful servant, Severus, and I regret what must have happened. Your death will help me conquer this wand! Conquer this wand, and ultimately this world."
Voldemort raised the Elder Wand high!
Snape's dark eyes were wide open, staring in vain at the green light that hit him until it was completely taken over by green.
…
Ai Wen hovered in the thick fog and lost his direction. The place made him feel very uncomfortable, and the smell of death was all around him.
This is not all, he can feel that danger is approaching in the fog!
Those monsters created by Voldemort, those monsters that are more terrifying than Dementors. Where he couldn't see, the icy mist screeched into their windpipes and screeched. They devour joy, hope, warmth, and life.
As the mist filled, Ai Wen felt that his life was fading away, he slammed the air with his wand, and the Patronus appeared again. It circled around Ai Wen and dispelled the dense fog around him.
The thick fog dissipated, and the hidden monster disappeared. But these are not enough, he must get out of here as soon as possible and return to reality.
Ai Wen felt it carefully, this is the different space created by Voldemort. Compared with Haierbo's space, this space is still an unfinished version, it is not separated from the real world, it is a space formed by the magic of double snake rods.
Therefore, it can be crushed with stronger magic power. Ai Wen quickly discovered the abnormality, and he raised his wand and waved it to a place.
The light radiating from the Patronus is getting stronger and stronger. It rushed in the direction Ivan pointed, there was a sound of glass breaking, the fog and the space created by Voldemort disappeared, and Ivan returned to the real world, he was still in front of the tower.
Not far from the tower, green light condensed on the front of the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand. Snape collapsed at his feet, losing control of his body, and was about to be hit by the Killing Curse.
Ai Wen commanded the Patronus to rush over quickly, it collided with Voldemort's killing curse,
The next second, the green light still passed through his Patronus, passed through the white light, and hit Snape.
He fell to the ground, silent.
"Irvin Mason!" Voldemort turned to look at Irwin, his scarlet eyes flashing dangerously, "It's not yet you, but it won't be too long... The next one is Harry Potter!"
Ai Wen flew forward quickly, while firing a curse at Voldemort, but Voldemort's body disappeared out of thin air. Only Snape was left lying on the ground. Under the shadow of the faint green light, he lay there silently, losing all the breath of life.
Ai Wen leaned over and helped him up. The Patronus Charm couldn't stop the Killing Curse, but if he was the master of the Elder Wand, his Patronus Charm would make Voldemort's Killing Curse useless.
In other words, Snape wasn't dead.
It is possible!
Ai Wen is not sure, after all, no one has ever tested this situation, and no book has written this situation, but he is the master of the elder wand, and his magic is higher than the magic of other wizards who use that wand , even Voldemort's Killing Curse.
Evan checks Snape's condition...
There is also a heartbeat, although it is very weak and almost disappeared, but he is not dead!
Ivan took out a bottle of recovery potion and poured it into Snape, and he weakly opened his eyes.
"professor!"
Snape tried to speak, but said nothing. Something silver-blue, neither gas nor liquid, came out of his mouth, ears, and eyes, and those were his memories.
It can be seen from his expression that he hopes that Ivan will give this memory to Harry.
Irwin fished them into the potion bottle with his wand. He probably knew what these were, memories of Snape and Dumbledore's plans, and his memories of Harry's mother.
"I'll give them to Harry," Ivan said.
The gleam in Snape's eyes disappeared, and he closed his eyes again.
Ivan took out another bottle of potion to feed Snape, but he soon had no time to care about Snape, and he felt the surrounding magic power change rapidly.
The concentration of magic power is increasing at an unimaginable speed, and they are pouring out from everywhere.
Not just the room in front of you, but the entire space.
Boom...boom...boom...
The space is vibrating at a certain frequency, like a heartbeat. It's not just the tower that shakes, but the entire space...
No, the whole world.
Voldemort activates the ultimate magic, he is about to become the evil god.
…
In the thick fog, Harry kept falling, and he shouted the names of Ivan and Sirius, but got no response. He didn't know what was going on, and couldn't think about it.
Harry's scar hurt terribly, and he could feel Voldemort's strength growing rapidly.
However, he was equally powerless to worry about it at this time. The bone-chilling chill enveloped him, and the monster hidden in the depths of the thick fog was approaching. He no longer had the strength to summon the Patronus, and he could no longer control his trembling body.
Harry's life was rapidly draining in the strange and harsh voice.
He knew he was going to die!
It's ironic that he was ready to die when he thought he would die in an open duel with Voldemort, as his father did, rather than being killed by unknown monsters as he is now.
Finally, Harry fell to the ground.
There are countless corpses around, piled up into mountains, and there are all kinds of creatures.
Harry was one of them, lying face down, listening to the silence.
Although there were so many corpses around, Harry wasn't scared. He lay there quietly, like the fog that spread all around, the ground was soft, and it didn't hurt at all to fall on it, only one place made his ribs hurt.
Harry quickly realized that it was the Snitch.
undefinedSnitch, Resurrection Stone...
Last moment...
Harry fumbled for a moment with his feeble fingers in the leather bag hanging around his neck and pulled the Snitch out.
I open at the end.
Harry stared down at the Snitch, breathing hard and fast. He now hopes that time will go as slow as possible, but time seems to speed up. He seems to be enlightened without thinking, this is the end, it's time.
He pressed the golden metal surface to his lips and whispered, "I'm going to die."
The metal shell cracked.
A black stone appeared in his hand with a tooth-like crack on it.
The fissure runs straight down the emblem representing the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the Invisibility Cloak and the stone are still legible.
Despite the darkness, Harry recognized the sign at a glance.
He remembered the story Hermione had read about the Deathly Hallows, and had another epiphany.
At this moment, he is going to die.
Raising the dead is not important anymore, he is going to be one of them. It's not that he's calling them in, it's that they're calling him away.
He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hand. Maybe, I can see Dumbledore like Ivan, Harry thought.
Some weak bodies appeared around him, they were neither ghosts nor flesh-and-blood living beings. Kind of like Riddle, the kind of memory that almost becomes physical.
They are not as real as the body of a living person, but much more real than ghosts.
There are many people with that kind smile on every face. They gathered around, bringing Harry the last warmth. Not the warmth in temperature, but the comfort in the soul.
Among those who were summoned back were not Dumbledore, but his parents.
James was almost as tall as he was, dressed in his death clothes, with messy hair and slightly crooked glasses, like Mr. Weasley.
Lily pushed back her long hair and approached Harry, those green eyes exactly like Harry's, staring at Harry's face hungrily, as if they could never see enough.
They were all talking to him, giving him their last words of encouragement. Harry waited for them to take him away, which was better than dying alone in the dark. He thought so, and at this moment, a strange voice interjected.
"stand up!"
Fifteen-year-old Riddle suddenly appeared in the crowd, looking up at the sky.
"Riddle!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.
"I said, get up, he's coming!" said fifteen-year-old Riddle, not going to see Harry. "You have to fight."
Harry was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized who Riddle was talking about who needed to fight, he asked hastily, "Can I defeat Voldemort?"
"No, but at least you'll die with dignity," said Riddle grimly.
Harry looked at him in disbelief, his mind blank for a while.
"Don't stare at me like that, I don't know how much you know about your mission."
"my task?"
"Yes, your mission, you must die at his hands." Riddle continued, "Dumbledore left Snape to guide you, I am the last insurance, if you understand..."
"I don't understand!" Harry yelled.
Although he had guessed before, this was the first time he had heard someone tell him so clearly that Dumbledore actually wanted him to die... To be honest, it was really hard to accept.
"Why do I have to die..."
"Because you're a Horcrux! A Horcrux accidentally made by Voldemort, similar to the boy in the Weasleys, but deeper, fused into your soul," Riddle said quickly, without caring. Harry's feelings, "The reason Dumbledore won't tell you anything is because he has a bigger plan. The boy who was chosen was just chosen to die. You don't understand? That's because you are too Stupid, so I didn't see it."
Harry looked at Riddle in disbelief, and it hit him hard.
"Destroy the ultimate Horcrux, that's his task for you, and it's mine too," Riddle continued, "We must cut off Voldemort's last link to life! You are the last Horcrux now, The ending will be clean and complete when you finally rush to face Voldemort and ask him to give you Avada's life. The work that should have been done in Godric's Hollow is truly over: no one will survive, no one will Survive. Simply put, your death will defeat Voldemort, understand?"
Harry tried hard to digest this, and all his previous guesses were confirmed. And the reality is far more cruel than he imagined.
He finally knew that the length of his life was always determined by how long it took to destroy the Horcrux. Dumbledore entrusted him with the task of destroying the Horcrux, and he obediently continued to weaken the link that not only connected Voldemort's life, but also his own life!
How concise, how crisp!
Don't waste any more lives and give this dangerous task to a boy destined to die, whose death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.
This is Harry's destiny!
Dumbledore gave him the final task, and he knew that Harry would not run away and would go to the end. Although that was his end, because Dumbledore had tried so hard to get to know Harry, wasn't it? Voldemort knew, and so did Dumbledore, that Harry wouldn't let anyone die for him once he found out he had the power to stop it.
It was really hard to accept, and yet so natural... If that was his job, Harry had no choice but to accept it.
Even if this task is death!
"Take out the wand, here he comes, put away the Resurrection Stone, don't let him see me," Riddle said, his body disappearing.
A green magic light appeared in the air, and Voldemort appeared out of thin air, looking down at Harry, who was sent down, and seemed to be looking at him.
The lipless mouth wriggled in an odd, gloomy smile.
"Harry Potter!" he said softly, like a hissing fire.
"The Boy Who Lived."
Voldemort raised his wand, wrapping his tentacle-like left hand around the handle.
Harry knew that the moment was coming. If death was inevitable, he would stop thinking about Riddle. He knew what he was going to do. Under the watchful eyes of his parents and relatives, he raised his hand to Voldemort in response. wand.
He didn't have any fear, he was going to be like his father was... The next second, a flash of green light hit Harry and everything was gone.
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