Voldemort stood there, his serpent's terrible face pale and haggard, and the Death Eaters hurriedly fell to their knees, stopped by him with a wave of his hand.

Harry's scars burned and burned......

"Answer me, Severus, are you stalling for the members of the Order of the Phoenix...... Well? Voldemort said softly, staring at Snape with his scarlet, cold eyes,

"I have to tell you with regret that your plan has failed, Severus, and that no one will bother you here for a short time," Voldemort said horribly, "and we will have plenty of time to deal with ......"

He removed his wand from Snape and turned his head to face Harry behind him, "Deal with it...... Y-am I right, Potter? We meet again. ”

Harry felt his blood grow cold, as if someone had injected ice directly into his veins.

"So, you haven't gotten the Prophecy Orb yet?" Voldemort narrowed, and out of the corner of his scarlet eye caught a glimpse of the warm ball in Harry's hand.

"Master, I'm sorry, we're about to get it, Crabbe already has it-" Bellatrix began to sob, she quickly fell to the ground, prostrate on Voldemort's feet, "Master, it's Snape-"

"Alright, Bella." Voldemort said coldly, "I'm not here to listen to your crying, we'll talk about you later, now-"

He stared at Harry, slowly raising his hand like a viper aimed at its prey, ready to attack, and the air in the Hall of Death froze.

"Now, give me the prophecy orb...... Potter ......"

Harry couldn't even open his mouth to resist, his mind went blank, his wand was of no use against the floor.

Voldemort beckoned, and the prophecy ball flew up as light as a feather, swinging in the air, shaking a few times, and slowly falling into his withered, slender hands.

"Finally ......," Voldemort said softly, "months of preparation...... months of hard work...... Finally ......"

He gently stroked the prophecy ball as if caressing the skin of his lover's body, and his voice became cold little by little, until there was no temperature at all.

"I don't have anything more to tell you, Potter." Voldemort said, raising his wand as Harry felt a cool air rise from his tail vertebrae over his head, "You've been messing with me for a long time, and now it's over." ”

"Avada Suo—"

"Look for death!"

Two shouts rang out at the same time, Voldemort angrily raised his black robe, hurriedly recited a spell, the oncoming green light slanted into it, was a little missed, penetrated under his black robe, hit a stone platform on the right back, and then "boom" a loud sound, the stone platform was blown to pieces, turned into powder, and fluttered in the air.

At the same time, the small glass ball slipped out of Voldemort's hand, flew about ten feet to his right hand by inertia, slammed into the ground, shattered, and a figure floated out, opened its mouth, as if to say something, and then vanished.

"How dare you! Severus! Bellatrix howled like madness, and she jumped to her feet, raising her wand.

"Kill him!" Several Death Eaters shouted and cursed Snape.

"Well done, Severus." Voldemort's red eyes stared at Snape's dark eyes, a ferocious gaze that made people dare not force it, as if it would cause terrible burns.

His movements are so fast that he can't see the afterimage clearly,

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Voldemort raised his large pale hand, the Death Eaters stopped attacking, and Snape's body fell from the high stone platform, tumbling and twisting to the center of the pit, lying not far from Neville, rolling and fluttering like a man in water, howling like a beast in Ulu-Uru.

"Okay, Severus, you still want to be patient, don't you?" Voldemort caress the hem of his robe, which is pierced through, leaving a shocking void.

"You'd love to have this thing hit me in the heart, didn't you?" Voldemort's expression became more and more terrifying, and Bellatrix lay on the ground, dragging his master's robe in pain, tears streaming from his eyes, and staring at Snape with the same distorted face, muttering words in his mouth

"Kill him, master, kill him—"

"You want to protect him?" Voldemort ignored Bellatrix's whimpering growl, he waved his wand, and Snape was lifted into the air, then fell to the ground, and was thrown into the air once or twice, his greasy hair covered in dirt and dust, his sallow face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripping like rain.

Harry stared blankly at all this, Snape, and wanted to- protect him?

But how is this possible?

He was the person Snape hated the most, how could he protect him if he wished he was dead, that he would never see himself in Potions class again?

"Good." Voldemort waved his wand upwards to stop torturing Snape with the Diamond Curse, and he placed his wand between his slender fingers and twitched slowly.

"Potter, you can always lead these little reptiles to make trouble for me, look, see-" He swept his wand over Neville, Akihari, Hermione, Ron,

"Look at these guys, your buddies, huh? Now – Severus?? Snape - Well, they're trying to protect you. He chuckled, as if reluctant to say more.

Harry felt some warmth in his limbs again, but he didn't try to raise his wand, he knew what he was facing, even if he aimed his wand at Voldemort, he would be hit by a dozen spells first, he and Voldemort looked at each other, and then saw Voldemort tilt his head slightly to the side, looking at the boy standing in front of him, his lipsless mouth writhing and revealing a strange and gloomy smile.

"I came up with a great idea." He said, "I'm going to kill them one by one in front of you, Potter." ”

Harry's throat twitched, and his head felt like it had been hit with a hammer.

"Let's start with her." Voldemort's wand was pointed at the only person on Harry's side who could still stand, Akihari.

The light of the Killing Curse condensed at the tip of the wand, and a second seemed like a year at this time, Harry felt that he could no longer breathe, his hands and feet were drained of all his strength, and there was a current of despair in his limbs, and he wanted to shout to stop, but the scar began to ache violently again, in unprecedented pain.

"Avada suo." Voldemort said softly.

It was the first time Harry had looked at Qiu Zhang so directly, and she saw a pair of pure black eyes.

No.

He shouted in his heart.

Suddenly, a flame suddenly ignited on the ground, it was not an ordinary fire, they seemed to have life, they transformed in the air, and turned into a vicious fire dragon, the fire dragon opened its mouth wide, swallowed the whole green light that shot at Qiu Zhang, and then let out a wail, burst, and turned into a cloud of black smoke and drifted to the roof.

"How ——!?" Voldemort shouted, looking around, Bellatrix exclaimed, and pointed to the raised stone platform directly in front of him, where there was not a hint of wind, and the drapery swayed gently in the cold air, as if it had just been touched.

Harry looked up and turned to see a dark figure about his height standing in front of the curtain, with a look of solemnity on his delicate face and clear eyes as if he was searching for something.

"Ning'an!" Bellatrix screams! She knew all too well the man who had failed her mission.

Voldemort raised his wand, and a green light shot again, but this time it wasn't aimed at Qiu Zhang, but straight towards Ning'an.

Ning An jumped down from the stone platform, dodged, and appeared behind Voldemort, which made the evil spells launched by the Death Eaters also fail, and his wand swallowed tongues of fire, slashing towards the sky, like a firework blooming in the center, and the same flames as before rose and fell in the air, and then rose, transforming into a large group of beasts composed of flames.

The huge fire snake like a basilisk slammed into the ground, flipped over and flicked its long tail of flames, sweeping the Death Eaters into all directions, all scattered, the fire dragon roared and flew into the sky, and the lion-headed and snake-tailed Kemera beast spewed fire and approached the Death Eaters step by step, the smoke and heat wave were suffocating, and the entire death hall instantly became a sea of flames.

Harry watched as Ning An waved his wand, and his body slowly floated, along with Neville, Akihari, Hermione, Ron, and Snape, who were moved to the side of the protruding stone platform, where there was eerily quiet, and the flames and smoke seemed to come to life.

The power of the spell from the wand made Harry feel his hair stand on end, his vest was wet with sweat, and if it was too nervous or because of the heat, Ron tugged at his sleeve, but neither of them had time to speak, looking from behind the stone platform.

The eerie and evil fire endangered the Death Eaters, Bellatrix was caught in the beak of a huge firebird and flew off the ground, she struggled to fire spells after spell, but to no avail, Dolokhov was swept away by tongues of fire, surrounded by terrible chaos and the roar of all-engulfing fire.

"Yes, fire! You can control him! ”

Voldemort roared and waved his wand, and a whirlwind began to form around his wand, then grew larger and stronger, engulfing the chaotic flame monsters and billowing black smoke together until a powerful fire tornado was formed, and then the speed visible to the flesh/yan became smaller and smaller, and was all sucked into the wand.

"Long time no see, Dark Lord." Ning An said calmly, "This is not the first time we have spoken, right?" ”

Voldemort's hand was lowered, and his red eyes, his flat, snake-like face, shimmered pale in the dimness.

"yes, not for ......the first time," Voldemort's tone was calm and thoughtful, "I've heard that you've imitated me and created a remarkable organization. ”

Harry crouched behind the stone platform and pricked up his ears to listen, he had never heard Voldemort speak so sincerely, so that he wondered if the wizard standing there, waving his wand, was the real Dark Lord.

Voldemort began to walk up and down the ground, only to hear him pacing while still speaking in an unhurried voice: "See you...... It reminds me of my younger self. ”

"Ah, I've seen him." Ning An was also pacing, half-holding his wand, like two swordsmen in a duel, circling in circles.

"Tom?? Riddle. Ning An said.

"If you're willing to work for me—" said Voldemort, turning around, and Harry saw the red light in his eyes and heard his cloak rustle like a snake crawling on the ground, "You'll get a higher achievement—how?" I will teach you the conduct and values of noble wizards, not Dumbledore's. ”

Voldemort stopped, and Harry saw Snape get up from the ground, his face was gloomy and haggard, the same as the pale finger that Voldemort was holding his wand, which made him think about Downland's words again, and Snape used the Killing Charm on Voldemort to protect himself.

Harry shuddered, pushing the thought out of his mind, and then he heard Voldemort's voice seduce Ning'an.

"You must hate that, too, I know you escaped from Hogwarts early on—yes, it's unbearable, Dumbledore...... Cocky guy, you're from Slytherin? ”

Ning An had a relaxed smile on his face, as if he was not the one who had caused a big battle with a few spells just now, he had just come to chat and reminisce.

"I beg to beg to behold, I don't hate Dumbledore." Ning An smiled and said, "And if you've watched the news, you should know that I'm the same as him, and I'm also the principal of a magic school—"

Ning An's tone changed one hundred and eighty degrees after a long note, with a chill that Harry could feel, and glanced at Voldemort lightly, and said, "And what are you in comparison, Mr. Riddle?" ”

"How dare you—" Bellatrix's eyes widened in disbelief and he screamed in rage, but his voice abruptly stopped the moment Voldemort raised his hand.

"Quiet"

Voldemort's voice was surprisingly small, almost a whisper.

"It's a pity that you used your stupid courage in a stupid place, and shed your blood in vain, I should say that you are arrogant or whatever."

"Then it's better not to say anything." Ning An raised his hand, and a deadly spell flew towards Voldemort, but it missed, and it bounced on a Death Eater, who let out a sharp and piercing scream, and then let out a boiling sound like water boiling, and the next moment the black robe that was originally worn on his body fell to the ground, and the Death Eater disappeared, leaving only a pool of black water that emitted a foul smell.

"You want to compete with me—it's hundreds of years early!" Voldemort shouted, his scarlet glasses shining brightly, two successive green rays of light from his wand, Harry looked at Ning An's thin body, without any protection, and couldn't help but want to remind him that even for a long time before, he regarded Ning An as an enemy.

But Ning An also raised his wand, and a shocking wave of magic began to gather.

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