Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

What qualifications did Snape have to say such a thing?

like?

Will he be a person who understands love?

What a joke!

In terms of past and experience, he is even more miserable than his own past.

Voldemort stared at Snape coldly and like a snake.

Although he grew up in an orphanage, Snape has a home, but the good is that he will not be forced to apologize to his father by the drunkard's father, and will not be forced to apologize to his father.

Wait until Hogwarts.

The Slytherins of Tom's generation were not that discriminatory against mixed-races. What's more, Tom was handsome, talented, and intelligent. He also said that he was a pure-blood wizard. He was very popular in Slytherin. Although some people doubted it--but everything was fine. After Tom reveals his talent for Parseltongue, it evaporates and turns into an even more intense pursuit.

And Snape

He was always the one being bullied in school.

When I was in lower grade, I was always bullied because I was mixed-race and poor.

When he finally showed his talent and worked hard to integrate into his college, there was still bullying waiting for him outside the college.

Will such a person understand love?

"Severus, I admire you very much." Voldemort tried to calm down and said softly, "You, me, and Crouch, we are all the same people."

"Unsatisfactory family life."

"Outstanding talent."

"An unforgettable understanding of the world."

Snape shook his head and interrupted: "Dark Lord Voldemort, no, we are different."

"You don't understand love."

He paused and smiled to himself: "Although we are the same on this point, I don't understand either."

"But at any rate, I chase and yearn for it."

"Love is the most powerful magic in the world."

Snape didn't understand.

Dumbledore said that he is a person who understands love, but he feels that he is not, or that maybe he has really mastered it, but he does not understand what love is.

But it’s this power that I don’t know and don’t understand.

Let him, a dark wizard, be able to use the Patronus Charm.

Keep him from going crazy.

Keep him alive.

Voldemort looked at Snape and raised his hand: "It's ridiculous! Lily Potter was in love back then, but she also died under my spell."

"Now do you think you can stop me?"

He noticed that behind him, the still-living Wild Hunt acted extremely loyal. The Dark Mark forced them to be so loyal, fighting to the death to stop Harry and Dumbledore, although this hardly had any good effect.

Snape raised his wand and threw the left arm floating under him in front of Voldemort: "This is your thing, now give it back to you."

"You broke an arm, and I gave you one back. Now we are fair."

"As for whether I can stop you or not."

He paused again and took out a bottle of potion from under his robe.

Voldemort could tell that it was the same potion as the first potion that Potter took.

"You have been deceiving me with lies." Voldemort whispered, "When did your Occlumency reach this level?"

Snape grinned and drank the potion happily: "Lie?"

"No, who dares to lie in front of you, the great Dark Lord."

"From beginning to end, I told the truth."

The potion began to take effect in his body, and the powerful effect washed over his weak body, and the magic power was rampant and overbearing.

Veins popped out, twisting and protruding all over his face, as if the scars from his past experiences were engraved on his face.

Both the breath of magic and the breath of life exploded and increased by half.

Like the life that had been worse than death for more than a year before, I was just accumulating vitality for a day like this.

"I'm only telling you part of it, and I didn't tell you the other part that you didn't ask." Snape tried his best not to let the pain come out of his voice.

The thunder potion was too heavy a burden on his body.

especially

It was such a violent thunderstorm.

"You are truly an unimaginable spy." Voldemort whispered, and green light shot out from his fingertips.

Death Curse——

Snape easily dodged it, waved his wand, and fierce fire surged. Under the control of the Transfiguration Curse, he turned into a thick python, like a black patron saint, and crashed towards Voldemort.

It collides with the white fierce fire and then dies.

Even after taking the potion, Snape was still far behind Voldemort.

The only ones who could compete with Voldemort with magic power were Dumbledore or Harry who had taken two bottles of potion. If Snape took one more bottle, he could reach this level.

But he can't.

One bottle was already overdrawing his vitality. After only a few rounds of fighting, his eyes, nose, and even skin burst, and large streams of blood poured out, revealing abnormally rich and dark red blood.

Moreover, the results he obtained at the expense of his own life force were not good.

All his magic had almost no effect on Voldemort.

Curses, black magic, potions.

They were all easily dealt with by Voldemort.

Voldemort whispered, pointing his index finger at him: "You disappoint me."

Two strands of white frost intertwined, attacking from the left and right, and crashed into Snape.

This move didn't work well on Harry, and it didn't work very well on Snape either.

He can fly.

The body jumped down, and the white frost collided.

But Voldemort had anticipated this and tapped his finger lightly.

The frost condensed into a thick white spear. The moment Snape fell, it shot out with a whoosh, piercing his shoulder, knocking him out of the air and nailing him to the ground.

Snape coughed out a mouthful of blood, tremblingly raised his wand, pointed it at Voldemort, and recited a spell.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

This was his proudest curse.

The invisible blade surged forward, Voldemort did not dodge, and allowed the spell to fly towards him, cutting off his ear.

The white frost on her fingers pointed at him.

Another thick white spear pierced his other shoulder and was nailed to the ground.

But Snape didn't resist and raised his hands stubbornly.

He chanted the spell weakly but firmly.

The next second, it might be another hoarfrost spear, or it might be a life-killing curse.

This incantation may be the last incantation he utters.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

He spoke softly and his voice trembled.

But he did not choose other spells that could be used in this situation, but chose a spell that surprised even Voldemort.

Patronus Charm.

The mist flows, the wand emits a white and holy light, and a deer jumps out, swaying on the ground and making noises, innocently and innocently.

Snape stared at it longingly.

What a beautiful creature!

I actually owned it for sixteen years.

Voldemort sneered: "Patronus? Severus, what do you think I am?"

"Dementors?"

"Fighting Bat?"

"You actually want to use it against me?"

He pointed with his index finger and recited the incantation ferociously: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light tore through the silver deer.

Snape closed his eyes in pain.