Together [HP]

Jacqueline looked at Hermione and nodded vigorously. She turned into a phoenix and flew quickly towards the Whomping Willow.Once on the grass, Jacqueline transformed back, clutching the crown, and galloped forward.Now that the Death Eaters could breach Hogwarts at any time, if they saw a phoenix, the danger would be great.

Before Jacqueline could figure out how she should stop the Whomping Willow, a figure came out in a hurry, the man was stunned, and then he grabbed Jacqueline by the collar, "How is Draco?" ,Where is he!"

That's Lucius, one of his eyes is swollen, why is he here?Could it be that Voldemort...

"He's not dead," Jacqueline whispered. "He wasn't dead when I saw him in the castle."

Lucius let go of Jacqueline and ran towards the castle without stopping.Jacqueline swallowed. Voldemort is probably in the Shrieking Shack. He may be alone. If you take this opportunity...

Jacqueline gritted her teeth, she walked up the passage, this is a good opportunity, Jacqueline, the last Horcrux is in your hands, if you destroy the Horcrux at this time, kill Voldemort...

Jacqueline's eyes turned red, and she clenched her hand tightly.If... just take a gamble.

"Why are you back, Potter?" Voldemort's cold voice sounded in front of Jacqueline, Jacqueline quickly put away all her thoughts, she looked up, and then realized that she was wrong just now, the crown was not the last one The Horcrux, the serpent was still alive, hanging in mid-air, writhing in the magically protected space Voldemort had set up for it.

"Draco and I found Potter in the Room of Requirement, my lord." Jacqueline said respectfully, "Potter looks like he wants to destroy it, my lord." Jacqueline handed the crown to Voldemort, Voldemort's face Surprised. "so……"

"So you want to dedicate it to me?" Voldemort asked coldly.

Jacqueline looked at him and bent slightly, "Yes, my lord. I think if it's something Potter wants to destroy, it should be very important."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at Jacqueline, and he said slowly, "You just met your mother in the castle."

"If I've met Professor Graham, then now," Jacqueline laughed, "either she's dead or I'm dead."

There was no expression on Voldemort's face. At this time, the door was pushed open again, and Snape came in hurriedly.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Voldemort sat down at the table, fiddling with a wand in one of his pale, slender hands.Jacqueline looked at Snape, and they looked at each other. If they took this opportunity, could the two of them kill Voldemort?

"What's going on in the castle?"

"...Master, their resistance is collapsing..."

"It's not your fault," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice. "Severus, although you are a brilliant wizard, I don't think you are of much use now. We're almost It worked...it was just a little bit closer."

"Let me find the boy. Let me bring Potter to you. I know I can find him, Master. Please."

Snape took a step forward.

Voldemort stood up. "I have a problem, Severus," said Voldemort softly.

"Master?" said Snape.

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, holding it delicately and gracefully between his fingers, as if holding a baton.

"Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

"My lord, master?" said Snape blankly. "I don't understand. You, you've done some great magic with this wand."

"No," said Voldemort, "I just cast my usual wand. I am superb, but this wand... no. It did not perform the wonders it should. I can't feel any difference compared to the wand I bought in Vander's hand."

Voldemort's tone was calm and thoughtful, but Jacqueline could feel Voldemort's anger, and Snape could feel it too, with sweat streaming down Snape's forehead.

"There is no difference," Voldemort said again.

Snape didn't speak, and Jacqueline didn't dare to move. She was thinking about things quickly in her mind. Why, on earth, did Voldemort call Snape over?

But soon, she couldn't concentrate, and she smelled a familiar scent, although it was very faint, but the air in the screaming shack was stagnant, and that scent was slowly gathering.Hermione is here, why did she follow?

"What's this smell?" Voldemort frowned and looked outside the door, as if he was sure that the scent was coming from there.

"It's my perfume," Jacqueline said weakly.Voldemort stared at her, and Jacqueline looked quickly to the floor.

Voldemort began to walk up and down the room, only to hear him pacing and still talking in that unhurried voice, "I've been thinking hard for a long time, Severus... you know Why did I call you back from the battlefield?"

Jacqueline looked down at Snape out of the corner of her eye, and Snape's eyes were fixed on the serpent coiled in the magic cage.

"I don't know, Master, but I beg you to let me go back and find Potter."

"You talk a lot like Lucius, and none of you know Potter as well as I do. No need to look. Potter will come to his door himself. I know his weakness, one of his great flaws. He doesn't want to see Watching other people get knocked out around him, and knowing it's all because of him. He's going to do whatever it takes to stop it. He's coming."

"But, master, he may be killed by someone else..."

"My orders to my Death Eaters are very clear. Take Potter alive. Kill as many of his friends as possible, but not him."

"But, Severus, it's you I want to talk about, not Harry Potter. You were worth a lot to me, a lot."

"Master knows I am willing to serve you. But let me go find the boy, master. Let me bring him to you. I know I can..."

"I told you, no!" said Voldemort, and when he turned again, Jacqueline saw the red light in his eyes and heard his cloak rustle like a snake crawling on the ground. .Voldemort was impatient. "Severus, my current concern is what happens when I finally face that boy!"

"Master, of course there can be no problem?"

"There is a problem, Severus, there is a problem."

Voldemort stopped, running his pale fingers around the Elder Wand, his eyes fixed on Snape.

"Why don't both of my wands work on Harry Potter?"

"I, I can't answer, Master."

"is it?"

"My yew wand did my best, Severus, but failed to kill Harry Potter. It failed both times. Ollivander told me, under torture, that the twins The wand core thing told me to use someone else's wand. I did, but Lucius' wand shattered to pieces as soon as it met Potter's."

"I-I don't understand either, master."

Snape was not looking at Voldemort at the moment.His black eyes were still fixed on the coiled and writhing serpent inside the protective sphere.

"I found a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, Fate, Deathstick. I took it from its previous owner. I took it from Albus Dumbledore's tomb brought it."

Snape was looking at Voldemort now, and Snape's face was a death mask, pale and frozen as marble.When he opened his mouth it was startling to realize that there was a living person behind those empty eyes.

"Master, let me go find that boy."

"All the long night, seeing the verge of victory, I sit here," said Voldemort, in a voice that was almost a whisper, "think, think, why the Elder Wand won't do what it does, won't do what it says Its rightful owner worked miracles...now I seem to have an answer."

Snape didn't speak.

"Perhaps you already know? You are a wise man after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what had to happen."

"Owner……"

"The Elder Wand will not serve me well, Severus, because I am not its true owner. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its previous owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. Just You live, Severus, and the Elder Wand cannot really be mine."

"Master!" Snape protested, raising his wand.

"There can be no other way," said Voldemort. "I must conquer the wand, Severus. Conquer the wand, and finally conquer Potter."

Voldemort smacked the air with the Elder Wand.Jacqueline was startled, she raised her head abruptly, but Snape was standing in front of her unharmed, for a moment, Jacqueline seemed to think that this was the end of her matter.Then Voldemort's intentions became clear.The snake's cage rolled in the air, and Snape let out a single scream, and the cage covered his head and shoulders,

With a terrible scream, what little blood was left on Snape's face as the snake's fangs dug into his neck.He feebly pushed away the magic cage, and fell to the ground with his knees limp, his face turned pale, and his black eyes opened wide.

"I'm sorry." Voldemort said coldly.

He turned around and looked at Jacqueline. Jacqueline was pale and she couldn't think anymore.

"Don't worry," Voldemort pointed his wand at the starry cage, which floated away from Snape.Snape fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound on his neck. "You brought me the crown, Graham, and I understand your devotion to me."

Voldemort left the house without looking back.

Jacqueline clenched her hands as she knelt down and looked down at Snape, her eyes bloodshot.

"Go," Snape tried to stop the bleeding wound on his neck, a wheezing, rattling sound came out of his throat, "do what you should do."

Jacqueline looked at Snape, she glanced out the door again, bit her lower lip, and rushed out following Voldemort's footsteps.