Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Barbarus Galaxy, No. 14 Legion Death Guard, Glory Queen-class flagship "Endurance".

In the dark cabin, there is only the cold light emitted by the cold flame licking the crucible. This dark blue melancholy light turns the exquisite and priceless alchemy equipment on the table into demon-like shapes on the bulkhead. A writhing shadow.

Boiling steam floated out from the crucible, like the tentacles of an indescribable existence extending into the real universe, wrapping around a pale face with a faint blood color.

Severus Snape, Mortarion's mentor and the best potion master in the entire human empire.

"Seven milligrams of Skeleton Grass powder allows decayed bones to be reborn from the soil..."

"Thirty milliliters of pure Morlock extract is enough to plump dry muscles and fascia..."

"A drop of star core bone and blood obtained through fusion distillation can revive the lost soul..."

He murmured an ancient and difficult-to-pronounce magic spell, his dark birch wand struck a mysterious rhythm on the edge of the pot, and his eyes were fixed on the crucible in front of him without blinking.

As the star core bones and blood dripped in, the surging foam revealed horrific human faces with blurred flesh and blood. These were the appearance of these souls at the moment of death, being pulled out of the ocean of the underworld. Dig it out and present it to Snape.

Snape concentrated his energy to the limit. He wanted to find the soul he wanted among the countless tiny bubbles, the woman who had been dreaming of him for decades.

Lily Evans!

In Snape's mind, he still called the woman who married James Potter that.She was the first ray of light that shone into his gloomy life. Even if it was just a pale image that remained in his memory, he could not forget every beautiful detail about her.

This is not her, her skin color is not so dark and yellow.

This is not her either, her hair is always so soft.

This is even more impossible to be her. She doesn't have a mole like a sesame seed on her temples.

Not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her not her Not her...

The hot steam burned Snape's corneas gently. He had stood in front of the cauldron for six full hours without blinking, and even his breathing had weakened to the extreme.

The Potion Master has never been so grateful to Ohm as he is now. If it weren't for the implementation of the Human Astartes Transformation Plan, which made his physical strength significantly improved, he would definitely not be able to search for his deepest feelings with such a focused attitude. The soul of the woman he loves... Even if this process is comparable to torture, he is willing to do it.

"Found you, Lily!"

The birch wand shot out like lightning, fixing a tiny bubble in the center of the crucible. Lily's pretty face instantly expanded to the entire liquid surface, crushing all other tiny bubbles.

Snape stared at her face with fascination. There was no scar on Lily's face, which was killed by Voldemort with the killing curse. Her pale face was lifelike in the slightly floating liquid.

"The Magic Stone! Give the dead the vitality to stand again!"

A stone as red as blood flew out of Snape's material warehouse. This alchemical creation condensed from the life force of hundreds of millions of aliens fell into the crucible with a plop, without even a drop of water splashing.

In the crucible, Lily's closed eyes suddenly opened, her emerald green pupils trembling in her eye sockets like some kind of insect, and a series of black bubbles came out of her wide-open mouth - this was "death".

"The Resurrection Stone! Give the undead the power to walk in the mortal world!"

The Resurrection Stone, which was alchemized by Snape himself, slowly rose from the table. The smooth gravel, which was about the size of a pigeon egg, had a pearl-like luster on its surface. It slowly and firmly turned over in a circle.

Lily's eyes in the crucible suddenly calmed down. She looked at Snape with a happy face in amazement. She stretched out a palm that had restored its blood color to the outside of the crucible, as if she wanted to touch Snape's cheek.

"That's it, that's it!"

Snape's whole body was trembling with excitement. This was the closest he had come to success in the past few months. He was only a little bit away from returning the woman he loved so much to this world!

He stretched out his hand towards Lily: "Come back...my lily..."

Lily obviously heard Snape's voice. She smiled. Her outstretched palm was only a few centimeters away from the liquid surface. She only needed to stir the water with her legs again -

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The harsh sound of steam instantly filled Snape's eardrums, and he looked in horror at what stretched out from the cauldron - a pile of overgrown internal organs, shattered bones, charred skin, and distorted facial features. mixture!

The sparse dark red hair twisted and grew like worms from the squirming internal organs. Dozens of deformed and huge emerald green eyes made a terrifying gurgling sound as they turned. The spine was like a train passing through the mountain. Moving through flesh and blood, the mouth squeezed in the center by the enlarged lungs and dark green large intestine spat out a name:

"Si...F...Le...S..."

"no no!"

Snape's already pale face was completely drained of color at this time. His lips trembled, and his body stumbled back one after another. He watched the pile of hateful flesh and blood fall from the table with a "clack", and the plasma and tissue fluid Splattered in all directions, but still calling his name.

"Si...F...Le...S..."

"Do not!!!"

Two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of Snape's eyes. He pointed his wand at the miserable and abominable pile of flesh and blood, looked at the dozens of emerald green eyes on it, and sobbed: "You... you are not Lily... you are absolutely... absolutely It can't be her..."

Dozens of eyes on the flesh and blood were all staring at Snape's face. The center of the irregular body made a sound like thick phlegm rolling in the throat. A palm like a lizard's claw stretched out from the spleen and gallbladder, pointing toward The potions master stretched out his hand:

"Si...F...Le...S..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Snape roared like crazy, and the tip of his wand emitted a pale green light.

"You ugly monster! It can't be her!!! Avada Kedavra!!!"

At the moment when the Death Curse was about to hit this pile of hateful flesh and blood, Snape saw it very clearly - tears of sadness flowed from the dozens of emerald green eyes.

A horrifying thought emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This thing is really the resurrected Lily.

And he killed her again with his own hands!

The wand slipped from his weak fingers, and Snape knelt down in front of the pile of lifeless flesh and blood. He stretched out his hands to hold her tightly in his arms, letting his ribs and teeth rub against his ears. .

"I'm sorry..." Snape choked, hot tears bursting from his eyes, "I'm really...sorry...Lily..."

I thought I loved you deeply, but I brutally killed you because of your appearance.I am no longer qualified to love you, the most delicate lily in my life, my Lily...

But at least, I can wander in the depths of the River Styx forever with you.

I'm sorry, my goddaughter.This incompetent godfather like me can’t wait for the day when I put on your wedding veil...

Snape picked up the wand and pressed the tip of the wand tightly against his throat. His dark eyes were filled with tears and cold determination: "Avada——"

"Oh, my child."

An incomparably majestic and vital force suddenly annihilated the spiritual energy condensed in Snape's wand. Among the weird shadows writhing on the laboratory bulkhead, there was a sound of sticky phlegm. Low laughter:

"Why do you want to end your beautiful life? It's just a life that just died. Maybe my thick soup can help you a little..."