Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Death is not scary.

Snape was not afraid, even yearned for it.

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

Even if he has never owned her, even if he has severed all ties with her, even if he is nothing like her, at least he will die the same way as her, there will always be more parts of his life that are similar to hers.

He accepted it calmly, but some people couldn't accept it.

At the moment when the green light had shot out.

The marble floor beneath them twisted at the same time, and two towering walls stood up one after another.

The death curse hit, causing a huge explosion.

Gravel splattered.

Snape knew in his heart that someone had saved him, Dumbledore? Or Potter? Maybe they both took action together.

He tried hard to open his eyes but couldn't.

The strength he had held up in his heart gave out. The side effects of the potion that he shouldn't have taken began to explode violently, destroying every part of his body.

Voldemort turned back.

Harry flew over on a Firebolt, holding in his hand a grinning Dumbledore who was swinging along with him.

Snape was no match for Voldemort.

But his small body, small magic power, and small efforts achieved the most desired effect - he delayed enough time for Dumbledore and Snape to rush over.

"You go save Professor Snape." Harry whispered, jumping up from the Firebolt.

The effect of the potion continues.

Having lost an arm and a wand, although it was enough to defeat an opponent like Snape, it was somewhat powerless against Harry, who was not much different in strength.

not to mention.

His faith was retreating.

Dumbledore landed behind a stone wall.

Snape's physical condition was shocking. He had lost too much blood and his whole body was shriveled up. Breathing is not smooth either.

Voldemort hadn't done him much harm.

Most of these injuries are caused by magic potions.

The youngest potion master and the person most familiar with potions was poisoned by the potion.

He waved his wand.

Several healing spells were cast, but it didn't help. Snape's body was still being torn apart by the magic potion.

This has nothing to do with Dumbledore's spell.

No matter how good the spell, no matter how good the potion, no matter how good the magic props are, they can't save a person who wants to die.

Even the Resurrection Stone, one of the legendary Three Holy Artifacts.

Just like the Philosopher's Stone, which turns everything into gold and leads to immortality, it failed to keep Nick Flamel alive.

If you want Snape to survive, you must first let Snape want to survive.

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

Snape was speechless.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and imitated Harry's tone: "It's hard to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now. I need you, otherwise we may not have any available professors next year."

Snape's breath did not improve.

Dumbledore continued: "Harry also needs you, and he still needs potions that you need to make."

Snape fluctuated slightly, his mood rose, and his breathing seemed to become easier.

But this is not enough.

Dumbledore paused, searched his head, lowered his head, almost touching Snape's ear: "Sirius is not dead yet."

Snape reacted violently, his breath fluctuating violently.

His eyelids began to tremble as he tried to open them.

This sentence stimulated him.

Let him start to have the will to live.

yes

How could you die!

That guy Blake is still alive!

At least, I want to see that guy die!

Dumbledore was pleased and cast healing spells one after another. Snape's physical injuries were under control and did not heal, but at least they no longer worsened.

Several protective spells were cast.

He raised his head and looked into the air, no longer continuing to treat Snape - the conditions here were limited and it was enough to ensure that Snape would not die. There were more important things to do next.

Harry fights Voldemort with a firebolt.

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

certainly

The only drawback is that Harry can dodge, but the Firebolt cannot. It is just a magic prop, and it is a living target unless it is manipulated.

In just a few minutes of fighting, two broomsticks had already been smashed.

And this only shortcoming can also be made up for.

Not counting the one he is riding, there are four more Sorting Hats.

Voldemort couldn't break the seventh broomstick.

In the previous few blows, Harry was still rushing to weaken Voldemort, but gradually, he was rushing to claim Voldemort's life with his killing blows.

One sword cut off the ear.

Another sword strike, cutting off the nose.

The handsome Tom Riddle has returned to his true appearance, without a nose.

This started to create real fear in him.

No, run away!

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

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

An inexplicable link arises between the two people.

Voldemort looked back at Harry in confusion, wondering why he suddenly had such a connection at this time. But almost instantly, he reacted and his face turned pale.

Horcrux!

Harry is also one of his own Horcruxes!

It was accidentally left behind when I killed Lily Potter that day.

Damn it!

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at his scar.

The soul is transferred and the pain attacks.

Voldemort couldn't help but fell into a momentary freeze.

At this moment, Harry jumped up from the broom again.

Voldemort endured the pain, waved his hand, and counterattacked hastily. Bai Shuang shredded the Firebolt with one force, while the other two attacked from a flank.

But Harry turned into a white wolf in an instant, passed through the white frost, bit the Gryffindor sword, and stabbed into Voldemort's neck with a pop.

He quickly became an adult again.

With a wave of the wand, an alchemical bomb hanging from his waist turned into iron. The wand pulled the two of them heavily and fell to the ground quickly.

boom!

It kicked up smoke and dust as high as one person.

Harry took out the snake bone sword and drove it into his chest.

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

A little bit of Harry's wand.

One nail was driven into the right forearm, and the other nail was driven into the lower abdomen.

"Tom," Harry whispered, "We have to settle this now."

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"Albus." Harry waved his wand, and the transformation spell forced Voldemort's head to straighten, and opened his eyelids.

Dumbledore came.

Legilimency.

The two of them worked together to cast this spell.

Voldemort was a master of Legilimency and a master of brain defense, but his will had long since collapsed and his soul was so damaged that he could not resist for long before Dumbledore and Harry invaded and peeked into his memory.

From his memory in the Room of Requirement, to Crouch catching Karkaroff and arranging for him to stay with the Ravenclaw Diadem, to the days after he prepared for his resurrection and succeeded in his resurrection.

The memory is complete and clear.

Dumbledore finished earlier than Harry, and the two of them exchanged what they had seen in their memories.

I wasn't sure once, but after two or three times

They were finally sure that Voldemort had no more Horcruxes.