Death is not scary.

Snape was not afraid, even yearning.

Being buried under Voldemort's spell is probably the best ending.

Even if you don't have her, even if you break off with her, even if you don't look like her. is the same as her in terms of death, and she can always have more parts of her life that are similar to her.

He accepted it, but some people couldn't.

At the moment when the green light was already shooting out.

The marble floor beneath them twisted at the same time, and two towering walls rose one after the other.

The Requisition Spell slammed into it, causing a massive explosion.

Gravel splashes.

Snape knew in his heart that someone had saved him, Dumbledore? Or Potter? Maybe the two of them shot together.

He tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't.

The strength that was supporting him was drained, and the side effects of the potion that should not have been taken by him began to erupt violently, destroying every part of his body.

Voldemort turned back.

Harry flew in on a firebolt, grinning with a tooth in his hand, swinging with Dumbledore.

Snape was no match for Voldemort.

But his tiny body, his tiny magic, and his tiny effort had the most effect it should have had - he delayed enough time for Dumbledore and Snape to get over.

"You go save Professor Snape." Harry whispered, leaping from his firebolt.

The potion effect continues.

The loss of an arm and the loss of his wand were enough to defeat an opponent like Snape, but they were a little powerless against Harry, who was not much different.

What's more.

His faith was retreating.

Dumbledore landed behind the stone wall.

Snape's physical condition was shocking, he had lost so much blood that he was shriveled up. Breathing is also not smooth.

Voldemort didn't do him much harm.

Most of this damage is caused by potions.

The youngest Potions Master, the most familiar with Potions, was devoured by Potions.

He waved his wand.

A few healing spells fell, but to no avail, Snape's body was still being brutally torn apart by the potion.

This has nothing to do with Dumbledore's spells.

No matter how good a spell, no matter how good a potion is, no matter how good a magic prop is, it can't save a person who wants to die.

Even if it is the resurrection stone, one of the legendary Three Hallows.

Just like the Philosopher's Stone that turned stones into gold and lived forever, it didn't keep Nick Lemay's life.

If you want Snape to survive, you have to make Snape want to survive first.

"Severus, you can't die yet." Dumbledore spoke.

Snape was silent.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and learned Harry's tone: "It's hard to find a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor right now, I need you, otherwise we won't have any available professors next year." ”

Snape's breath didn't improve.

Dumbledore continued, "Harry needs you too, and he needs potions for you. ”

Snape fluctuated slightly, his mood rising, and his breath seemed to be clearer.

But that's not enough.

Dumbledore paused, scraped his head, lowered his head, and almost pressed it to Snape's ear: "Sirius isn't dead yet. ”

Snape reacted violently, his breath fluctuating violently.

His eyelids began to tremble, and he struggled to open them.

This sentence stimulated him.

Let him begin to have the will to live.

That's right

How can you die yourself!

Blake's guys are still alive!

At the very least, I have to see that guy die!

Dumbledore was relieved, and cast a healing spell one after another, and Snape's physical injuries were brought under control, not healed, but at least not worsened.

A few protective spells were cast.

He looked up at the air, and stopped treating Snape - the conditions were limited, and it would be enough to make sure Snape didn't die, and there was more important things to do.

Harry fights Voldemort with a fire-bolt.

After taking a blizzard, his agility in the air is no worse than on the ground.

Of course

The only downside is that Harry can dodge, but the fire bolt cannot, it's just a magic prop, and it's a living target if it's not manipulated.

In just a few minutes of fighting, two brooms have already been shattered.

And this only drawback can be compensated.

Not counting the one you're riding, there are four more in the Sorting Hat.

Voldemort couldn't hold out to break the seventh broomstick.

In the first few swords, Harry still ran to weaken, but gradually, the sword and sword killed the move, and he rushed to claim Voldemort's life.

A sword, cut off the ear.

Another sword, chopping off the nose.

The handsome and dashing Tom Riddle still changes back to his real appearance, without a nose.

This made him start to develop a real fear in his heart.

No, you have to escape!

He rose into the air, and his magic surged, and he was about to fly out—

Harry looked at him calmly, and suddenly let go of his brain defenses.

An inexplicable link arises in two people.

Voldemort looked back and looked at Harry suspiciously, not understanding why at this time, there was such a sudden connection, but almost instantly, he reacted, and his face turned pale.

Horcruxes!

Harry is also one of his own Horcruxes!

It was inadvertently left behind when he killed Lily Potter that day.

Suffered!

Harry raised his wand and chanted a spell at his scar.

The soul is transmitted, and the pain is attacked.

Voldemort froze for a moment.

In an instant, Harry leapt from his broomstick.

Voldemort endured the pain, waved his hand, and hurriedly fought back. One of the white frost shredded fire bolts, and the other two flanked them.

But Harry turned into a white wolf in an instant, brushing through the hoarfrost, biting the Gryffindor sword, and with a snort—stabbed into Voldemort's neck.

Soon back to becoming an adult.

With a wave of his wand, an alchemy bomb falling from his waist turned into iron, and the wand pulled, dragging the two of them heavily, and landed quickly.

Rumble!

Smash up smoke and dust more than one person high.

Harry pulled out the snake bone sword and nailed it into his chest.

"Harry, go on." Geralt shouted from behind him, throwing his two swords at him.

Harry's wand a little.

One is nailed into the right forearm and the other into the lower abdomen.

"Tom." Harry whispered, "We're going to have to wrap it up now." ”

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"Albus." Harry waved his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm forcibly broke Voldemort's head, opening his eyelids.

Dumbledore walked over.

Regents.

Together, the two of them cast the spell.

Voldemort is a master of the Dementor and a master of brain defense, but his will has long since collapsed, and his soul is so broken that he can't resist for long, and he is invaded by Dumbledore and Harry and peeps into his memory.

From his memories in the Room of Requirement, to Crouch's capture of Karkaroff and his arrangement to stay with the Ravenclaw Crown, to the days after he was preparing for the resurrection and the successful resurrection.

The memory is complete and clear.

Dumbledore ended before Harry, and the two of them exchanged what they saw in their memories.

Once I'm not sure, two times, three times

They were finally sure that Voldemort didn't have any more Horcruxes.

(End of chapter)