Not far under the canopy.

Several professors had arrived except Hermione and Ron, and Dumbledore had arrived, who had arrived earlier than the others

Professor McGonagall frowned, worried, wand in hand, eager to jump out to disrupt the two men's fight, Dumbledore tugging at her robes and shaking his head to stop disturbing them.

McGonagall knew a little about James Potter and Snape, but in her opinion, those events were not enough to sustain such a big conflict between them.

She hadn't seen a weather spell of this magnitude in years.

When Percy informed her that Harry had beaten the professor again, this time Professor Snape, he almost scared her out of the archetype.

Dumbledore was still holding himself back, not allowing him to stop them.

What a big commotion!

If this continues, the castle will suffer.

They duel fiercely.

Snape was single-minded.

The dark magic he had cast didn't have much effect on Harry, only for a moment.

As the water chain was about to wrap around him, Harry lunged forward, turning around and slashing with his sword.

There was a bang, and the water splashed.

Harry waved his wand, and the water that had not yet hit the ground made a few clicks, and the arrow was fired quickly.

Flying things, the most difficult to deal with.

The Witcher's greatest advantage was difficult to exert for a while, but Snape in the sky, familiar with the killing routine of the two-headed giant snake, became more and more proficient, and endless transformations and binding spells poured out of his wand.

Harry gritted his teeth and waved his wand.

A third serpent burst out of the Forbidden Forest.

This was followed by the fourth and fifth.

The effect of the thunder potion is better than expected, and in thunderstorms, there is almost a steady stream of magic.

The five-headed serpent entangled Snape, and even if there was a fierce entanglement, if one was burned, the next one would be replaced.

"A fluffy spell." Harry stepped on the body of the serpent and leaped forward, "Snape, what about the determination and faith to cast the spell?" ”

"That's what you mocked me at the beginning."

Snape gritted his teeth, his face sank, but he didn't speak, waving his wand.

The soft strip of cloth, wet from the rain, became heavier and flew at an extremely slow speed, not to mention grabbing Harry, any young wizard could easily handle it.

Harry raised his hand and gently grabbed the strip of cloth in his palm, he stood on the head of the snake, level with Snape, "Did you use this way to keep my mother after you broke with her?" ”

"Aunt Penny said she saw you many times at night and secretly appeared near her house."

"No one can save you like this."

His voice was gentle, and there were no dirty words in his simple sentences.

But it is more useful than the Yakshi seal.

Occlumency could no longer contain thoughts, and memories poured out.

What he thought would be painful, that he would drown himself and suffocate, had become very little left of his body, and it still tasted when chewed repeatedly - even if it was bitter and prickly at the base of his tongue, at least it would not be as dull as a plaster.

The serpents stopped.

The fire was jumping, and under the torrential rain, it became more and more violent.

"One more question, how long do you think I'll live?" Harry leapt to his feet, grabbed Snape's robe, and pressed him down from the air, slamming him to the ground, sending a spray of water more than a man tall mixed with earthy brown silt.

"You can't save anyone."

Again, it was the same thing that pierced Snape's heart, as if it were going to remove the flesh from his entire body.

Snape recalled.

That night, when he learned who the prophecy was pointing to, he approached Dumbledore and begged the greatest White Wizard to save Lily.

Dumbledore asked him, "What price can you pay?" ”

He replied, "Anything." ”

But even if he could do anything, Lily still died that night.

His will doesn't change anything, it's like at the sorting ceremony, Lily went to Gryffindor, like after the fifth year, Lily and he parted ways, like Lily was never there again.

Time can dilute everything, thirteen years have passed.

Snape sometimes felt that his heart didn't hurt so much when he remembered the events of that year.

But that's an illusion.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just that I'm used to it.

The raindrops made his cheeks ache slightly, and he looked at Harry's calm face, and then turned his head to look at the white figure under the canopy.

Suppose Dumbledore now asks him, "How long are you willing to protect Lily's children?" ”

Snape was sure he would give the answer without thinking: "It always has been." ”

The look in his eyes grew firm.

The two of them were so close that the smell of venom that permeated Harry's body kept pouring into his nose, reminding him of the terrible fact that Harry had indeed drunk the bottle of "poison" for a long time.

I couldn't do anything about it in the past.

But now, at least for now, he's going to save Lily's baby.

He waved his wand, and the incantation was pronounced, and the impact propelled Harry upside down, and the serpent leapt forward and caught Harry in a ball.

"That's right, Professor." Harry's eyes became determined.

Snape no longer held back.

Potions, Transfiguration, Dark Magic.

The fire was blazing, burning an entire lakeside, and the blade was silent, flattening countless boulders, one giant snake after another, and another giant snake jumped.

The torrential rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to fall, and thunderbolts fell one after another.

Except for Dumbledore, no one could see the battle clearly.

McGonagall and Hermione tried to rush over more than once, but were stopped by Dumbledore more than once.

Surrounded by fire.

Harry looked up, his face flushed unnaturally, his temples bulging, and his veins bursting.

He had already drunk the second vial of Thunder Elixir.

The armor of the whole body was shredded by Shenfeng without a shadow, and the broken gloves and half of the cuirass were shredded, leaving a hideous, but not very deep wound on the chest, which was perfunctorily smeared with a handful of white fresh, but it had no effect, and the blood still flowed.

There were a few medicine bottles scattered around his feet, and there were still a lot of blood-tonifying potions.

Snape floated in the air, pale, gasping for breath, with no scars on his body—he had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that the snake bone sword was poisonous, and in this kind of battle, poisoning meant defeat.

He was different from Harry, just an ordinary person, or even a weaker body than ordinary people, and his physical strength was almost exhausted when he dodged the giant snake and snake bone sword.

The effect of the elixir is still there, allowing him to barely dodge the thunder and the long sword again and again.

But the magic was overdrawn, and the body felt a tingling sensation of being evacuated.

The serpent swept through him, and Snape barely coped with it, his movements slowing down a lot, and Harry seized the opportunity to grab him by the collar as he had done at the beginning, and slammed him down.

The serpentine sword grazed his head and slammed into the ground.

"You're so strong now?" Snape turned his head, at this moment, he still didn't want to see Jaime's face again, looking at the snake bone sword, the rain fell on the sword, slowly sliding down, occasionally some small droplets of water stopped, reflecting the snake venom, magnifying the faint dark green.

"If you can make up your mind at the beginning and not be so weak, I may not be able to overcome you." Harry held his sword, his tone still calm.

Snape closed his eyes.

It wasn't something James Potter could say, maybe Lily would say that.

No, it was Lily who would have said that.

He opened his mouth, and the rain, perhaps tears, poured into his mouth, making his voice sound slurred: "Kill me, Lily." ”

The senses are blurred, and time seems to go back in time.

He felt that his whole body was twisted, he was stuffed into a small box, stumbled, thinking that he had been walked far away, but when he plucked up the courage to push the box open, he looked at it, and he didn't go anywhere, he didn't change anywhere.

All the time has stood still at that point in time.

"Kill me, Lily." He spoke, pleading.

Harry withdrew his serpent sword and inserted it back into the Sorting Hat.

He drew the Gryffindor sword again.

Swing hard –

Blood splattered, and a severed arm flew out and smashed to the ground.

The pain made Snape frown, and he shuddered and opened his eyes, looking at Harry, and then following his gaze, at the severed left arm, and in a dazed tone, "Potter? ”

"It's punishment." Harry didn't look at him.

He kicked his arms away, turned away, and walked towards the canopy.

Snape struggled to his feet: "Wait, Potter, the poison on you"

"Professor." Harry looked back, Snape's usual sneer on his face, "Did you let the trolls eat your brain?" It's been almost an hour. ”

"It's just a potion, and to me, it's probably the equivalent of Professor Dumbledore drinking a glass of bitter melon juice."

Snape was stunned, but relieved.

He raised his right hand and pointed it towards Harry's chest, pulling out the last trace of magic in his body, and chanting the Divine Blade's Counter-Spell, the bleeding from the wounds on his face, chest, and hands suddenly stopped.

Harry walked under the canopy.

"Severus is still alive." Dumbledore looked at Harry in a complicated tone.

Harry ignored him.

He didn't have the strength and didn't believe Dumbledore would not know the outcome of the battle.

Hermione walked over to Harry and looked at his face, and there were more than a dozen wounds that made her heart ache.

She opened her arms and hugged Harry, "Cry if you want." ”

Dumbledore sighed, pushed down his glasses, stepped out of the canopy, and walked over to Snape.

"Harry was really ruthless." He waved his wand, and the remaining fire gradually subsided, revealing a large area of white-burned earth, but soon a little greenery came out, and a layer of grass clothes was spread on this land.

Snape ignored him.

With another wave of his wand, Dumbledore flew out of his Sorting Hat and smeared his wounds, "You don't have to come to him so early. ”

"You forced me, Albus." Snape finally spoke, choking up in reply.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Harry, who was still being held by Hermione, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly, "Now, are you still willing to protect Harry?" ”

Snape interrupted him, gritting his teeth and speaking in a firm, unthinking, "Always." ”

"Albus."

"I'm going to be so protective of Lily's children forever."

(End of chapter)