The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The blade of the Gryffindor sword cut into Nagini's neck without any hindrance, as quickly as a butcher chopping a piece of fat with a sharp kitchen knife.

The moment things developed, Malfoy ran away and took his wife along with him.

Because he knew that Voldemort was finished, and he also knew that as long as Dumbledore was not dead, Draco would not be killed by Hermione and others.

"No...no!!" Voldemort's basilisk-like face became even more distorted under the anger.

It lowered its head in disbelief, and Cyrus, who rushed out from under the mirror dimension, had already inserted the blade made of Gublay's fairy fire into his chest, even Snape was stunned.

Is it all over? ?

Could it be that the dramatic end of what he hated?

"Go and get Potter back!" Voldemort turned his head and hissed in a low growl, his orders wafted through Hogsmeade's wounds, "Catch Potter alive and into Azkaban!!"

A dense black mist emerged from Voldemort, and the moment Snape stepped onto the land of Hogsmeade village, the 'haunted house' that was used to vent Remus Lupine's vent behind him was blown up .

The entire ground floor of the house, as if it had been removed.....

die?

Of course, Voldemort couldn't die. Even if the wound caused by the piercing chest was real, it only felt severe pain, and this pain turned into a deeper killing intent in Voldemort's heart.

Nagini, whose head had been severed by Hermione, turned into black ashes in Voldemort's hands, and finally fell from between his fingers.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Cyrus dodged the Killing Curse with a pure breath of death, destroying the objects behind him.

Waves of chill passed over Cyrus' skin, and the dementors wandered among the blocks and bushes. He actually saw Voldemort's remnant soul staring at the crimson eyes at the moment when it stripped its body, and was pulled back again.

Like a mouse stuck in glue.

Voldemort is not dead... more accurately, it should be called dead once...

It closed its eyes, standing in the middle of the ruins of the house, feeling the silence just now, Voldemort opened his arms like a newborn, white as if fingers soaked in formalin moved slightly.

For a moment, Voldemort was a little surprised.

"It's so disappointing, isn't Potter afraid to face me?" It opened its eyes again, much less anger than just now, replaced by disappointment.

"He has his mission..." Cyrus scowled.

"Nagini, my poor Nagini," Voldemort said disappointedly, "You know, this is one of my most successful Horcruxes."

The uncontrollable Fiercefire, which seemed to be full of vitality, sprang from Voldemort's feet, and its fingers slid across the penetrating wound, completely ignoring Cyrus and Hermione.

The Fierce Flame, which contained powerful magic power, was no longer to the extent that Cyrus could easily extinguish it.

Like an experienced old man, Gublai Xianhuo moves slowly but is very capable. No matter how many venomous snakes can split and how cunning it can be, it will always stop it with the simplest movements.

'This... is that magic...? ' Voldemort felt that sense of connection with Harry Potter.

"You think you can kill me?" Part of the clothes on Voldemort's chest had been lost due to Cyrus' surprise attack. "You guys can do what that old fellow Dumbledore dared not do?"

But there is no beauty at all, only the pale and greasy skin, and the breastbone attached to the skin because of the thinness.

It swung at Cyrus and Hermione with Malfoy and its own wand.

When necessary, let Harry Potter face Voldemort alone...Dumbledore's admonition has been echoing in Cyrus's heart.

It is true that Dumbledore knew the cruel reality that belonged to Harry, but he couldn't do it...he couldn't kill a Harry who he had been paying attention to since he was a child.

Rather, among those who can know this secret, no one can do it.

"You think I don't know? Huh?!" Several Cruciatus Curses and Killing Curses spit out from the snake's mouth from time to time, Voldemort roared arrogantly, "Thought I would...kill Harry with my own hands!"

But that was already the original plan.

It's just a pity, Cyrus is like a mischievous child, always coming out to make trouble at its most critical moment, and mess everything up again.

Hermione's angry dark side is infected with magic and the Force, which can even destroy the power of Horcruxes without protective magic, but cannot deprive Voldemort of life.

"No one can live forever"

"Wrong, I am... this kind of power... is really fascinating, Dumbledore deceived me, you see, this kind of perfect power is not enough to make me unable to be killed, hehehe"

At the moment when Cyrus penetrated Voldemort, Harry, who was avoiding the Death Eaters and wearing the Invisibility Cloak, suddenly fell down.

I don't know... There was no sign, the scar on his forehead looked like someone had poked it with a red iron rod, Harry's head emerged from under the cloak, and it felt like his entire brain was about to burst.

Someone was coming, he heard footsteps and explosions.

The next second, before the weak and semi-conscious Harry could draw out his wand, he seemed to be picked up sideways, with his feet dangling in the air.

"Let me go...let me go..." He tried his best to shield the pain, opened his eyes to observe, covered his forehead with one hand, and pushed and pulled the one who picked him up and walked out with the other. man collar.

But that man... is Severus Snape?

Harry didn't have time to think, but turned violently in disgust, and fell from Snape's arms to the ground.

The brain staggered with the dull pain, and the floor was in a mess.

Without patting the dirt off his body, and without even looking at Snape again, Harry grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, touched the unstolen Gaunt ring in his pocket, and brushed past him.

But he couldn't go far...because someone was holding the clothes on his shoulders tightly.

"What's the matter, I forgot that you are Voldemort's dog!" Harry turned around and pointed his wand at Snape, "Do you want to tell your master to ask for a reward with me?"

His blood seemed to be boiling, and his consciousness was blurred.

Snape didn't speak, just picked Harry away with his wand, grabbed his clothes and tried to fly away.

"If Dumbledore is not wrong, then you...you don't stop me!!" Harry pushed him angrily, but Snape didn't shake, and the reaction made Harry fall himself One fall.

"Passed out!"

But when Snape stretched out his bony arm again, Harry attacked with his wand.

He turned slightly to avoid the stun spell, maybe it was Harry's attack, or maybe it was the dementors who were forced to scurry around by the two Patronuses, which made Snape impatient.

"Are you crazy?" Snape looked into Harry's angry emerald eyes, turned his head and said indifferently, "If you are not deaf, you should have heard the news that the Dark Lord is looking for you..."

"I have to go"

"There are Cyrus and Granger, you go back"

"I-must-must-go," Harry just repeated.

Snape suddenly looked terrified, it was something he had never seen before, but Harry was in no mood to guess, he could only hope that Cyrus and Hermione would kill the snake as planned.

"Dumbledore's mission for you again?" Snape called out, "You...you...crazy! Fool! Stupid! Everyone is trying to protect you, but you want to To die?!"

He searched for all the words in his mind that he could swear smoothly.

His eyes looked around nervously, as long as there was a slight disturbance around him, he would point his wand in that direction in advance.

"Don't panic, Snape." Harry shook off him, retreating a little bit, "If you are still someone Dumbledore trusts, then don't stop me from killing Voldemort."

"Kill... Voldemort?" He laughed angrily, "What if I insist?"

"Then you can kill me instead of Voldemort!"