In Harry's eyes, what happened next was chaotic and hasty.

When he and Dumbledore had exhausted almost all of their strength to return to Hogwarts from the seaside cavern, they discovered that the Death Eaters had infiltrated Hogwarts.

The Death Eaters were fighting with some of the Hogwarts students and professors, and several members of the Order of the Phoenix were fighting the villains, but there seemed to be an unusually large number of villains infiltrating Hogwarts tonight - why?!

Then, four villains broke through the defensive line that everyone had hastily assembled under the tower - they pushed open the door and reached the top of the tower.

Draco Malfoy was there. He shouted at Dumbledore with a pale face, "Get rid of your weapon", Dumbledore's movements were only a little slower by the torment of the strange potions he had drunk earlier in the cave by the sea, and the disarming charm struck him, and the Elder Wand flew out of his hand with a thud, and he didn't know where it fell.

Then, Bellatrix the madman screamed for Draco Malfoy to do something to Dumbledore...... But just then, Severus Snape appeared. He made his way to the top of the tower and stopped Malfoy, who was shaking so much that he could barely hold his wand.

And then...... Harry hid in an unnoticed corner under the stairs as Dumbledore said to Severus Snape in a tone that bordered on pleading: Severus, please—

Then, Dumbledore was struck by Snape's Avada Curse and fell off the Tower.

Harry witnessed it all in the unnoticed gap at the bottom of the stairs.

After hitting Dumbledore, the villains tried to escape. Harry scrambled to his feet and stumbled down the tower, bothering to check on the fate of their beloved old headmaster—in fact he thought Dumbledore would never survive again, and he could see clearly that Snape's Avada Death Charm had hit him squarely—

He scuffled with a few Death Eaters in an attempt to find Snape and Draco Malfoy as quickly as possible. He hates them! He will punish them with the Unforgivable Curse! These scoundrels who lurk at Hogwarts, but who don't love the school and the people in it, know only the Dark Lord who crawls at the feet of the Dark Lord and licks the horns of his filthy robes!

Outside the Forbidden Forest, Harry finally caught up with the group out of breath. At the time, the madwoman Bellatrix was laughing and setting Hagrid's cabin on fire. Harry rushed to fire the Spell at them, and his first spell, "Swift Confinement", was easily blocked by Snape, and he screamed angrily as he tried to fire the spell again, only to be struck by a heart-piercing blow from Bellatrix, and he immediately fell to the ground in pain and curled up, barely able to do anything but clench his wand in his hand and roll in pain on the ground.

In the tumbling of pain, he seemed to faintly hear the sound of Snape yelling, and the sound of Bellatrix's long shrill laughter, and then strode in his direction like a black-robed figure, perhaps to see if he was still alive, or dead like the greatest white wizard of the day he had struck earlier tonight—

Harry ordered himself to roll over and pick up his wand to fight, but the Curse continued to exert its power on him, and he could do nothing but fight the pain with all his might. He vaguely heard Snape shouting at Bellatrix, "No! he's the Dark Lord's prey!"

But Bellatrix was still laughing loudly, probably because of tonight's victory, which had made her crazy and happy. Harry heard her yelling at Snape.

"You're having pity on him, Snape, as long as we don't kill him, I don't think the master will mind if we come and give him a little pain—why don't you make him more happy, Snape? a little, funny spell that will make everyone happy—"

Snape's voice tinged with anger. "Do you want to disobey your master's orders, Lestrange? Have you forgotten our orders? Potter belongs to the Dark Lord - we're going to keep him!"

Bellatrix let out a twisted crup as if reluctantly, and then she was probably finally gone, and Harry heard the rustle of their footsteps on the grass on the hillside. Harry exerted all his strength and shouted angrily, and he stood up again, regardless of his own life or death, and hobbled after Snape, who he hated now as much as he hated Voldemort—

"Upside-down gold—"

Snape flicked his wand, and the spell was repulsed again. But Harry was only a few steps away from Snape, and he could finally see Snape's face.

Snape no longer sneered or sneered, the glow of the fire reflecting a face full of anger.

Harry concentrated all his energy and finally remembered the spell he had used to injure Draco Malfoy—the powerful attack spell written in the old half-blood prince's potions textbook!

"Shadowless!"

But Snape reacted quicker than he did. He turned around, his right hand raised slightly—a white light flew out of his wand, and with a loud thud, Harry blasted backwards, slamming to the ground again, this time the wand flew out.

He heard Hagrid's shouting and the barking of his teeth. Snape approached Harry and glared down at him, who, like Dumbledore, had no wand in his hand and had no power to resist. The burning log house reflected Snape's pale face, full of disgust and hatred, just as it had been when he killed Dumbledore.

"How dare you use a spell I invented against me, Potter?"

Harry struggled to half-turn and lay on his side on the ground, desperately casting a hateful gaze on Snape as he stood in front of him. Snape's expression was one of coldness and contempt, and Harry could hear Bellatrix shouting with maniacal laughter not far behind him. Snape's eyes flickered as if in the night, and then he said word by word in a silky, low, bass-like voice like a cello: "Yes, I am the half-blood prince." ”

Harry felt a thump in his head. He pounced on his wand, but Snape moved faster as a spell shot at it, sending Harry's wand flying a few feet away into the darkness.

Harry was completely defenseless now, but he was wheezing, not scared at all, only anger and contempt.

He was going to say something to stab this despicable man who had betrayed Dumbledore's trust. But Snape didn't give him that chance. His pale face distorted in the light of the fire that had ignited in the night, and he slid in on Harry, who had fallen to the ground.

“…… You're going to attack me with my inventions, like your filthy father, don't you? I said no...... No way!"

"Then kill me!" Harry gasped heavily, glaring at him bravely and angrily, "Kill me as you killed him, coward—"

"Don't—" Snape yelled, his face suddenly furious, his face twisted in agony as if he had been tormented by a heart-piercing bone, "—call me a coward!"

Snape thrashed the air violently. Harry felt something white-hot, like a whip hit his face. He was thumped to the ground, his eyes full of stars, and for a moment he seemed to stop breathing. He thought he was going to die here, but it didn't matter, did he? Dumbledore...... The greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, who led the wizarding world against Voldemort and his lackeys, was dead! Killed by this vicious and vile Death Eater in front of him, and Dumbledore believed in this villain until his death......

But Harry didn't die as he thought he would. Because at last someone else appeared and came to his rescue—

Harry heard a sudden rush of running behind him, and Snape jerked his head up to see where the footsteps were coming from. For a moment he seemed to want to cast the attack spell first, but a woman's voice burst out of the darkness behind Harry faster.

"Except for your weapons!!"

Snape seemed caught off guard, and his wand flew backwards with a whoosh. Harry's eyes lit up with surprise - he recognized the voice, it was Muggle Studies Professor Lily Evans!

He suddenly felt as if a surge of strength had surged up in his body, and he sprang to his feet, shouting, "Professor Evans, Dumbledore, Snape killed...... Dumbledore!!"

The woman's voice seemed to falter slightly in the air, but she quickly regained her proper reaction, and Harry heard Lily Evans continue to exclaim, "There are many obstacles!"

It was as if Harry could feel an invisible barrier erecting between him and Snape. But even without that obstacle, Snape couldn't afford to trouble him for the time being—he was backing a little, as if trying to get to where his wand might have fallen while keeping his guard on guard, and pick it up again.

But Lily Evans didn't give him that chance. Harry saw her swiftly past him, and walked forward without even looking at him. She walked straight to Snape, as if she hadn't seen a look of nervousness and timidity on his face. But Harry noticed, and was glad that he was - would Snape be scared too? Was he afraid that Professor Evans would give him the same spell he had just hit Headmaster Dumbledore?

He expected Professor Evans to teach Snape a hard lesson, preferably some powerful spells, as well as some powerful spells - but Lily Evans only walked up to a meter or two away from Snape, her wand raised flat, right at Snape's chest.

Then he heard Professor Evans ask in an extremely angry tone, "That's what you're going to do tonight?!"

Harry saw Snape stop retreating and stand where he was, the night breeze blowing the robes and cloak behind him. He replied in a rigid tone: "As you can see." ”

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May 21:

After thinking about it, it would be best for this plot to be from Harry's point of view, so I wrote it like this.

So what the girls and professors are thinking in their hearts from this perspective depends on everyone's brains to make up [Hey!

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