"Snape......" Harry looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Severus Snape was holding his wand, half-kneeling beside him, trying to help him heal the wound on his wrist.

Then, he seemed to pour another vial of potion onto Harry's wrist.

There was a refreshing coolness from the wound on the wrist, which was very comfortable...... At the same time, Harry's strength began to recover little by little.

The previous petrification spell had also been lifted, and now Harry, at least, was free to roam.

All of this is undoubtedly due to Snape.

"Why?" he gave Snape a look of disbelief.

Just now, as he was about to die, Harry thought of many escapes. He thought of Jon arriving at the last minute and saving him, of Sirius and Remus finding him before the mystery man came back to life, and of his wand saving his life once again.

But he never imagined that it was Severus Snape who saved him.

"Just stand behind me, Potter!" Snape said coldly, as he raised his head and raised his wand in the direction of the cauldron.

"How could it be ......" Harry felt his head dizzy now.

Snape's not too broad back, but now he seemed so reliable that it could help him fend off any threat.

Could it be ...... Professor Snape...... A good guy from start to finish?, a thought popped into Harry's head.

Like when he was in first grade, he had been dealing with Quirrell, and when he almost fell off his broomstick because of Quirrell's spell, he saved himself with a counter-charm.

When he was in his second year, he heard that the Muggle students at Hogwarts had been attacked by a basilisk, and his face was extremely distressed.

In his third year, he stood in the way of himself, Ron, and Hermione in front of the roaring werewolf.

When he was in fourth grade, he showed Fudge the Dark Mark on his arm, revealing Voldemort's return to Fudge.

In his fifth year, he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and brought the news of his group's trip to the Ministry of Magic.

Then in the sixth grade......

So, is Professor Albus Dumbledore's death really related to Snape?

Could it be that Professor Dumbledore's death has other hidden secrets?

Harry only felt that his head was messy, very messy, and he wished that someone had cast a Dementor Spell on him now.

He only felt that his brain was not enough now, and it would be nice if Hermione was here, with Hermione's intelligence, he would definitely be able to find a clue.

Just as Harry was thinking, he suddenly saw a hot cloud of smoke begin to rise from the crucible.

As the smoke cleared, a black figure emerged from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

The nightmarish face, paler than a skeleton, had two large red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits in its nostrils......

Voldemort was resurrected again.

"Finally, I'm back!" said a cold, shrill voice from behind the smoke.

Voldemort said as he began to examine his body. His hands were like big pale spiders, his long, pale fingers caressing his chest, his arms, and his face, and his red eyes were brighter in the dark, and his pupils were narrowed into two slits. He raised his hands and moved his fingers, his expression ecstatic......

"What a pleasant feeling!"

The emaciated man stepped out of the cauldron, his eyes fixed on Harry......

His face changed slightly.

But for some reason, Harry suddenly felt that the Voldemort in front of him was far less powerful than the one he had resurrected two years earlier, and that the oppressive force he had given him and the strength he had displayed were not even so terrifying.

Snape stood motionless between Harry and Voldemort.

"Severus, what are you doing?" said Voldemort, who had once again gained a new body.

Snape didn't answer, instead continuing to raise his wand and aim it at the former Dark Lord.

"Severus......" Voldemort's voice suddenly became a little flustered: "Get out of the way...... Let me kill that boy...... Let me kill Harry Potter!"

And Severus Snape's answer was only one word:

"Never!"

......

"Did you betray me......

"Then I'll kill you too!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Just a minute ago, he was still feeling the excitement of trying to take over the entire wizarding world and kill Jon Hart.

Soon, however, he realized that it was all just a dream...... Specifically, nothing had happened, he was still in the Black Forest of Albania, just getting his new flesh.

When he tried to kill Harry Potter first, just like in his dream, to vent the anger he had built up over the past sixteen years...... Severus Snape, Voldemort's most loyal Death Eater, was now on his side.

Voldemort couldn't comprehend what was happening in front of him, it was too bizarre.

"I don't think you have that chance, Tom!" a calm voice suddenly came from behind Voldemort.

The voice was close, almost less than ten yards behind Voldemort.

Voldemort's face had changed suddenly.

On the one hand, he was shocked that a wizard could walk less than ten yards behind him, and he was completely unaware. As a battle-hardened Dark Lord, the first time he encountered such an unexpected situation, Voldemort was a little confused.

On the other hand, the owner of that familiar voice is actually Jon Hart, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"It's Jon!" Harry Potter, behind Snape, couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief when he heard the voice.

And, it's not just Jon Hart alone.

Alastor Moody, the Auror who had once inflicted heavy damage on Voldemort in the assault, limped to Jon Hart's side on crutches.

On the other side of Jon Hart is Arthur Weasley, a Ministry of Magic employee and member of the Order of the Phoenix.

On both wings, Remus Lupin had already outflanked him on the left, and the half-blood werewolf looked at Voldemort with a cold expression.

And on the right, a large, hideous black dog takes on human form, and Cialis Black raises his wand.

All the wizards' wands present were already aimed at Voldemort himself.

Facing the Dark Lord who had returned from another "resurrection", there was no trace of fear on everyone's faces.