Sensing that something was wrong, he quickly looked back, and sure enough, Hagrid's hut also disappeared from his sight. Perhaps aware of Magos's discovery, the sound of rustling that had existed just now disappeared in the next second.

McGoth stood nervously in place, although the silent atmosphere was terrifying, but it was also beneficial to him, unless the other party was floating, otherwise as long as he moved, then he could detect it for the first time.

I don't know how long it was, but just as McGoth was considering whether to shout Snape again, footsteps could be heard not far away.

Magos pointed his wand at the other man. Emaciated figure, dressed in a black robe and cloak. Then, when he walked a few more steps, he saw his expressionless face.

"Professor Snape?" McGoth breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?"

Snape didn't reply, still approaching him with a blank face. McGoth's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but think of the last time he was attacked by him to draw blood, and he hurriedly stepped back.

"Professor, you don't want to do it again." McGoth yelled,

"I won't agree this time, if you get any closer to me, you'll have to fight back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape raised his wand to him, and a strange spell came out of his mouth.

A reddish glow burst out from the tip of his wand, and Magos was startled, although he didn't expect Snape to make a sudden move, but he was still on guard, and between the lightning and flint, he first used a barrier spell in front of him and then slammed down to the right.

"Poof!" Magos's obstacle spell collided with Snape's spell and the sound of soda just opening.

Magos stood up and glanced at it, horrified to find that Snape's spell had broken through the barrier and hit the grass behind it, eroding it.

He raised his head and looked at Snape with an unchanging expression, what a grudge this was.

"Professor? Professor Snape? He shouted as he felt that there was something wrong with Snape in front of him.

"Did you use the wrong spell just now?"

It was a spell that had just been answered to him.

After dodging again, Maggoth's heart began to beat faster, and he already realized that the Snape in front of him was almost certainly an impostor.

"There are many obstacles!" McGoth didn't expect that a wizard would be so bold as Snape to commit murder at Hogwarts, but now it was useless to think about it, what he needed to do was to delay as much time as possible, hoping that the real Snape would find the anomaly and come to save him.

At this time, at the gate of Hogwarts, the real Snape was standing outside the door waiting for McGoss, in fact, Snape was really ready to teach him a lesson, but not the violence he imagined, but a punishment that no one could imagine.

It was getting dark, and Snape, who couldn't wait for Magos, looked a little impatient. However, he also did not think that McGoth had been attacked, but that he might be afraid of himself and was going to stay with Hagrid a little longer.

Snape's mocking smile flickered, if McGoth really thought that he would be able to escape his punishment in this way, he would have let him go. Deciding not to waste any more time, he prepared to go back and continue to look at the elixir that had been added to the blood of Magos.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the Dementors in the sky suspiciously, he found that today's Dementors were a little strange, they used to surround Hogwarts, how could they all gather in one direction today? And looking at the direction where the Dementors gathered, it seemed to be the location of Hagrid's hut.

Thinking that Magos had not come back yet, Snape had a faint bad premonition in his heart, although he felt that this possibility was too low, but he decided to go over and take a look, if it was okay, it would be good to give the punishment to McGoth by the way, and save him from arresting him again.

Snape, who had made up his mind, flicked his magic robe and strode towards it with an expressionless face.

……

McGoth was panting and running away, he tried to fight back, but unfortunately Fake Snape ignored his spell directly, and instead seized the opportunity to hit him with the spell, the first time he was hit he thought he would die, but he was only knocked away, and there was no corrosive effect at all. Even so, he didn't dare not dodge the other party's spell, and it could be seen from the color that it was definitely not a good spell, although he couldn't see any harm now, but he had also heard of the curse that delayed the onset of time.

It's a pity that his physical strength is almost at the limit, and although his magic power is still abundant because of Viadandy, his spirit is no longer enough for him to successfully use the spell class.

Knocked down by the other party's spell again, Magos struggled several times to get up, and raised his wand but failed to use the spell, as if he had reached the point of exhaustion. He smiled wryly as he looked at the fake Snape who was getting closer and closer.

"At least tell me who you are."

However, he was answered by the same red and green spell as always.

Hit by this spell several times in a row, Magos already felt something wrong with his body, and he found that his will to resist was getting weaker and weaker, and he felt that a few more times he might even have the desire to resist dissipate.

Then one last blow. Looking at the fake Snape only a few steps away, McGoth no longer disguised, and used his last spirit and will to resist to cast his most lethal spell.

"Kamikaze without a shadow!"

Formless, sharp air streaked across Fake Snape's body.

It worked. McGoth was overjoyed, he had been practicing this spell invented by Snape for a long time, but unfortunately he had not been able to use it successfully, and it was not until Flitwick's spell class that day that he realized what the reason for his inability to cast it was, but he didn't expect to use it so quickly, and it was still in such a desperate moment.

But before his smile could bloom, McGoth found that the fake Snape that had been cut into several pieces had no effect, and was still using the spell, and McGoth was full of unwillingness, and then realized that he had been fighting against the phantom.

Snape's face grew more and more solemn, and as he advanced, the temperature around him became colder and colder, and now it was directly below freezing, and the surrounding plants were covered with frost. He thought the most unlikely thing had happened, the Dementors were attacking the students, and they were trying to fool the school's professors and Dumbledore by using the magical stance created by the gathering of the Dementors.

The surrounding Dementors had apparently spotted Snape and drifted down from the sky to stop him from any further.

Through the gap in the Dementors, Snape saw a Dementor who was taller and darker than the other Dementors coming face to face with Mygoth, who seemed powerless.

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