The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"You can't kill me... This is magic that even Dumbledore admires." Voldemort stood on the ruins, wantonly destroying everything around him.

And Hermione knew what Dumbledore meant by 'extreme'.

Voldemort has indeed surpassed Dumbledore and Grindelwald in the study of black magic. Even if the magic power is not fully recovered, it is enough to make her unable to hold her head up.

Cyrus stood behind her, watching the mocking, rotting, dark soul in that flesh.

"Indeed, I can't kill you." Cyrus' astral body passed through Hermione and flew straight towards Voldemort. Even though they couldn't kill him, they couldn't take his life, they could do damage.

Under Hermione's obstruction, the Killing Curse deflected and passed by Cyrus' astral body.

"I have to admit, you have surpassed many wizards...Give me another chance, kneel down and join me now, and I will give up the crusade against Hogwarts"

"Dream your mother!"

Such magic was unlike anything Voldemort had ever seen.

Is that the soul?But it's not like...that's so beautiful, with starlight.

Before Harry could arrive, Cyrus's spirit gave Voldemort's spirit a vicious straight punch on its otherwise flat nose.

"This is... what you learned at Hogwarts? Ignorance!" Voldemort held his nose in disbelief, the pain on the soul level made his facial muscles twitch, "Avada Kedavra! Kowalow !Death!!”

Everything seemed to Cyrus to be slower than usual.

Those dark magics couldn't even scratch the edges, and the Killing Curse just lit up a small area in the dark.

Behind the absolute silence is a suppressed explosion.

For Severus Snape, he has always been silent, and only rarely speaks more when he mocks Cyrus and Harry.

Of those dementors who were chased by Sans and Andyin, there were always a few who couldn't hold back their hunger.

When the three dementors passing by in the sky spotted them, Harry couldn't even raise his hand to call out the Guardian, but the moment those slick, corrupt hands stretched out towards Harry, the latter became weightless.

The whole person seems to be flying...

Turning his head to look at Snape, he was floating in the air like a dementor, and Harry could only helplessly watch himself getting farther and farther away from the ruins.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Snape's arm hurt, and he accidentally let go of Harry. The height was not high, and with the cushion of those tree branches, Harry would not fall into a hemiplegia on the spot.

"You dare...to use my spells against me?!" He turned into black smoke and fell to the ground just like Voldemort descended.

"This is Dumbledore's plan!" Harry looked at the gunpowder smoke in the distance, and shouted in pain. Now, he didn't know how long it would take him to walk over, "Look... what have you done... .”

Now, Cyrus and Hermione didn't know how long they would last.

"He's lying to you!" Snape couldn't control his emotions, and he couldn't do Occlumency, "Potter...you are raised like a pig, and you will be..."

"I know!"

Snape didn't seem to hear clearly, and froze there.

"I know... Dumbledore told me," Harry said, "If you didn't let me go, you were really playing Voldemort's trick. Cyrus and Hermione are already creating opportunities for me."

"Don't you understand? As long as Voldemort doesn't die, I won't die...I'm alive, Voldemort's last hope!"

Yes, Voldemort used Harry's blood when he was resurrected, and the blood contained Lily's protection magic for him. That is to say, the current Voldemort is in the stage of symbiosis with the Horcrux.

Not even Dumbledore could do anything about him.

Immortality...not immortality, but inability to be killed.

"No, I can't..." Snape couldn't accept the fact.

It's not that he doesn't know, it's just that he can't accept it... those eyes... emerald green eyes are full of pleading and determination, Snape understands:

Harry was begging himself to let him go, determined to die.

At this moment, a Death Eater emerged from the bushes. He had been hiding in the woods and was not caught by other wizards. When he saw Harry and Snape, he was very surprised.

"You got him? Hurry... get him to Azkaban!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

The Death Eater just watched Snape wave his wand, and then his throat seemed to be cut open, blood spilled from his neck, and he fell convulsively.

To the point of death, there was still surprise on his face, and the excitement of dreaming about getting the reward.

"You have to do it!" Harry struggled to walk in front of him, "Send me to Voldemort...I will look for opportunities...Let Voldemort do it himself..."

Snape's spirit broke at this moment.

Harry looked away from the dead Death Eater and turned to Snape, only to realize his eyes were welling with tears.

"Don't make... me..." Snape said softly.

"Coward" Harry's face became gloomy, and he shouted, "My mother was killed by Snape himself. This is also a good opportunity for revenge for me! You don't care as much as Dumbledore said "

"Coward?!" Snape yelled, "Call God for protection!!"

A silver doe popped out from the tip of his stick, landed on the scorched ground, leaped lightly, and jumped to the top of the tree again. Snape didn't refute anything, but to Harry, nothing seemed to matter. said.

Memory has not faded with time and experience...and this seems to be the best proof.

Harry looked at the Patronus who was exactly like himself, as if he was in a dream.

"Then, great... great!" Harry grabbed his wrist, "If that's the case, send me there as it's for my mother"

"Lily..."

He had to die for Lily Potter.

For Lily Potter, he had to send her son to die.

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak and looked at the man he hated, or at least once hated very much. Snape's eyes widened, and he grabbed Harry's fingers harder and harder.

The black eyes stared at the green eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of light erupting from the depths of those black eyes, filled with sadness and pain.

Ah, it turned out to be the reflection of the doe...

The doe watched from the top of the tree as Snape used the magic he had learned from Voldemort to take Harry through the air, the holy Patronus saluted his rags and twirled—

Vast and sad.