Chapter 127
Snape looked with a smile at the face of the leader, which has distorted with anger, as well as at two more subordinates, who still managed to erect barriers and survive in this improvised oven, created due to the combination of two spells, of course, except for a few minor burns and completely burnt hair on the head.
Snape himself was in perfect order after such a terrifying phenomenon for others, yet it was his own fire, which a priori could not harm him; this required a much more terrible flame, for example, a real body instead of the clone.
But there was no trace left of the trees, grass and other vegetation that had grown quite recently in this open area; what was left was just a scorched black area, covered with ash, from which small columns of smoke were still rising, and in places it was burning flame.
Looking to the right out of the corner of his eye, Severus noticed several survivors who looked more or less intact and besides them there were six more people approaching from different sides, which was not surprising, because it was they who supported the barrier and thanks to the fact that it managed to block about ninety percent damage, they were almost unharmed, although one of them still had his eyelashes and eyebrows burned, as well as half of the hair on his head.
"And there are ten more people..." and the next moment, Severus sharply went to the right from a magical wave sent by one of the enemies.
"Grab him, but don't kill him, and limit yourself from using spells with the wind element!" The leader barked, staring at the "boy" with red eyes, "You can do whatever you want, but he must be alive."
"Yes!" the wizards answered in unison, with anticipation on their faces, but no one thought of holding back, because each of them knew that even from a corpse one can get memories until fifteen hours have passed after death, but still, they listened to the words of their leader and decided not to attack to kill, but rather, aimed at the limbs.
None of them underestimated Snape as at the beginning, especially after showing all this power, because most of the wizards did not know what happened in the barrier, therefore, they immediately thought that this was the work of the Prince and therefore decided to use all their strength, because the enemy was too dangerous.
And the next moment, a real "shelling" began on the Severus, who, in turn, used an accelerating spell based on the element of wind and barely managed to dodge enemy spells.
And over the period, Severus got a little used to the fact that almost everyone was constantly shouting out spell formulas and therefore it was easy to predict what would follow.
But this did not concern those who used staves, because they only had to think and hit the artefact on the ground for the witchcraft to happen, and this was one of the advantages of such guides.
But Severus was in no particular hurry to deal with them, although each enemy attack could incapacitate him without any problems, because they did not skimp on them, as if avenging their fallen comrades: what was the cost of a huge boulder that could easily crush him or water blades, followed by stone spikes, all of them could kill him in one or two, but Snape wanted to sharpen his skills a little, since it was rare to fight with this type of enemy, because he was too used to British wizards who constantly shouted spell.
Of course, Severus did not just dodge, but at times counterattacked, using weak fire spells, like a fire whip, with which, he was able to take out one of the "Masters" at the top of the rank by simply wrapping his arms around him and slamming him into the ground.
Of course, they tried to help him, but they acted too slowly. And when Severus defeated the second enemy, using a simple wind magic spell to create a needle and pierce his head with it, the "Master" finally intervened in the battle.
Severus, of course, could try to use fire and wind magic again, which was a little difficult due to their leader not taking his eyes off him, but that would be too easy, and while he was in the body of a clone, Snape wasn't particularly worried about his life, he wanted to "earn" as much as possible from this collision, but even if he was a three-time former "Archmage", it was simply impossible to defeat the "Master" in a body with the "Apprentice" core, he could ensure his escape but he can not ensure his victory.
And after the intervention of the leader, who was an expert not only in throwing spells, but also in wielding his staff as a real melee weapon, Severus began to receive wounds, because he could cast a spell, even without hitting the ground, and therefore in an instant, when he with particular difficulty, he escaped from four spells at once, after which a huge hole appeared on the ground, almost instantly becoming covered with a thin layer of ice, Severus felt danger from the leader, but it was too late and a powerful, magical shock wave threw him aside with incredible force, and behind it came a huge, dark wave, intent on consuming him.
Snape, of course, could evade the spell, but at the last moment he noticed a familiar dark cloud, from which his face broke into a smile and at the last moment, Bellatrix appeared next to him, sharply grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and waved her wand, they both turned into a dark smoke and flew away.
And when the others noticed this, it was too late to do anything and Snape and Bellatrix had already disappeared.
"Crap! He was almost in our hands!" the leader growled with rage, hitting the ground with his staff, "What will I tell Witold?!"
"M-can we go to his house?" a bald man without eyebrows suggested with excitement in his voice, - "We know where he lives…" he was about to continue but catching the leader's cold gaze, he quickly shut up.
"Let's retreat, first we'll report to the boss, and then let him decide for himself, it's unknown what kind of traps that boy could have set around the house or even in the house, that's already his territory, isn't it enough for you to see what he's already shown to understand that we greatly underestimated him, which is why we lost twelve people," still suppressing his anger, the leader explained in a cold voice, looking at the survivors, which made them tremble when his gaze fell on each of them, "And it's worth killing these fucking informants , who slipped us such a pig," he again felt how he was beginning to get angry, but still, pulling himself together, he growled: "We retreat!"
'Yes!" they answered at the same time. But, as soon as the group turned around and was about to leave the battle area, a gloomy, senile voice sounded, forcing them to turn around sharply: "You had fun with my student and now you want to leave already? somehow it is very impolite of you," not far from them, a slightly hunched figure in a robe appeared from the void, from under which, all that could be seen was just a couple of red dots in the eye area, and when the others looked in bewilderment at the unknown, the leader in in the truest sense of the word, he was sweating profusely, because of the organisation he was part of, he was particularly sensitive to magic.
He could easily determine the level of power of any wizard by the multi-colored aura surrounding him. For example, Muggles had no such aura at all, Squibs had a small layer of up to one centimetre, and then came real magicians and the larger it was, the more powerful the wizards were, of course there were exceptions, but only a few and the largest layer of aura that he saw in his life was of Witold, it was forty-nine centimetres and had a green tint due to his special talent for plant magic, but what Nestor(Leader)saw at that second was the real sun...
He didn't even think about running away, much less attacking, because in front of him stood a monster... a monster that he would never defeat... a monster that would not leave even an ashes from him... a monster from which he could not escape even to the other side of the world.
And to the shock of the others, their leader: famous for his strength, which was almost not inferior to the head of the organisation, decisive and strong character, bearing the title of "Tyrant", simply fell to his knees and bowed his head in front of the unknown wizard, trembling all over... "I-I beg you , spare my insignificant life!" and this became the decisive blow that destroyed the image of the cold "Tyrant" in their eyes...
At the same time.
A dark cloud appeared over a long drawbridge in the center of London, sharply "diving" down, right onto the roof of one of the towers, but due to the fact that it was already night outside, no one paid attention to it.
And as soon as it came into contact with a hard surface, it dissipated and two fell to the ground, a young guy of about twenty, and on top of him a woman who could hardly be given twenty-three, these two were Snape and Bella.
"Why didn't you transform right away?" Bellatrix looked into his eyes with a frown, to which his smile became much warmer.
"Thank you, you saved my life."
"I'm sure you would have had a way to escape even if I hadn't interfered."
"Yes, I had," he did not deny it, "But you must admit, it's very nice when a loved one saves you in such a dangerous situation."
"So you knew about them..." she squinted unkindly and looked him straight in the eyes.
"I Knew."
"Were you checking on me?"
"I just wanted to know about your real feelings for m..." the next moment there was a ringing sound of a blow and the wizard felt a slight tingling on his left cheek, which turned slightly red.
"Did you find out?"
"Yes, it seems nice, but..." he stroked his cheek with a bit of embarrassment, "... and somehow not very..."
"Let go," the woman coldly demanded when his arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed the witch tightly to himself.
"I don't want to, until I understand that you have forgiven me, I won't let you go, we can at least spend the whole night here."
"I'll hit you."
"Try it," with his usual, impudent smile, they abruptly changed places and now he was hanging over her. And when the woman incinerated him with her gaze, the wizard calmly "restrained" her pressure, without looking away, and this continued for about a minute, until the next moment, Bella sharply leaned forward and he also followed her example... their lips merged into a furious, passionate, long kiss... ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ *In the world of Snape, the titles of magicians are: apprentice, master, master(||), archmage, Great archmage, Creator.
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