John Snape of HP

Voldemort looked at John with interest, and his voice became softer and softer: "John, I am really more and more interested in you."

John pursed his lips tightly, and his lips were pale.

"Do you know why I know your little secret? John, I still want to thank you." Voldemort grinned and smiled mockingly, "The last two books you published have also greatly enhanced my strength."

"—But, didn't you die at the end of the text?" John couldn't help but make a sound.

Voldemort asked back: "Isn't Severus dead too? You can gain power by attention, why can't I?"

John turned even paler.

——So this is all his fault?

Because of him, Severus almost disappeared and Voldemort regained his power?

"John, don't be fooled by him." Snape warned at the time.

"Okay." John clenched his wand tightly, restrained his mind, and replied.

"Didn't you say you want to fight me? Let me see your strength." Voldemort even urged gently.

John stabilized his mind and shouted: "Crucio!"

The faint red light flew towards the big dog.Voldemort calmly took a step aside, and then dodged.

"No power," he commented. "Your heart is too weak, John. You are not suitable for the Unforgivable Curse, so change it."

John gritted his teeth and cast a spell again and again:

"Damned!" "Shenfeng Wuying!" "Thousand bullets!" "Quickly imprison!"

His spells were already flowing smoothly.As a novice who has only been trained for more than a year in a peaceful age, this level is already very good.But this is not enough for Voldemort at all, it's like an unarmed toddler facing an adult with a live ammunition.

Snape watched anxiously from behind.He knew Voldemort was just playing John.He can only recover himself as soon as possible now, otherwise he and John will not be able to get out of here.

"Clear water is like a spring!" "Raging flames!" "Clear water is like a spring!" "Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

John seemed to be in a panic. The spells he cast were out of order, and the spells became less and less powerful.Voldemort didn't even have to hide, just stood there looking at him with his head tilted.

The last "waterproof and moistureproof" was a spell that came out of John's mouth. He shook his hand and landed on the ground around him.

"Is this what you call fighting? John, you have failed me so much." Voldemort sighed.

Snape was not disappointed, he knew very well how bad John was at fighting.To be able to cast so many fluent spells smoothly is beyond the standard.

He's just anxious—because he hasn't regained consciousness yet.

If he was going to die here, at least...he had to find a way to get John out.

The sky became very gloomy at some point, and there was a dull rumbling sound, which seemed to be mourning for them.

"Are you still an unweaned child? No strength at all, huh?" Voldemort laughed at him with interest.

"Flocks of birds!" John seemed irritated by Voldemort's ridicule, and screamed a curse.

A flock of birds appeared out of nowhere, flapping their wings and rushing towards Voldemort, trying to peck him with their beaks.

"Do you think you're still a child playing house? John? Use this spell on me?" Voldemort easily dispelled the spell and asked mockingly.

Time dragged on for a long time, and his voice sounded a little impatient.

John remained silent, and the panic and panic on his face suddenly disappeared.

His expression was very calm, taking advantage of the moment when Voldemort's sight was blocked by the birds, he said clearly and full of hatred: "Clear water is like a spring—!"

The uneasiness in Voldemort's heart disappeared in a flash, and he laughed in surprise:

"So you've been faking panic all this time? But—clear water like a spring? John? Are you nervous and using the wrong spell?"

John had a strange smile on his face.

"No, I'm not wrong." He said deeply.

Before the words fell, there was a boom in the sky, and it started to rain cats and dogs.A bright purple flashed before their eyes——

Voldemort let out a growl of terror and pain.

His skin was torn apart, his whole body exuded a burnt smell, and he fell to the ground, dying.

Yes—the lightning struck him.

——This almost instantaneous reversal of the situation surprised Snape, and he didn't react a bit.

John walked forward holding his wand, with a grim and satisfied smile on his lips, he looked down at Voldemort, and without any time for Voldemort to react, he said directly, "Crucio!"

Voldemort's cry grew more painful.He rolled on the ground, roared, screamed, and stared unwillingly - but after ten seconds, his voice stopped abruptly.

Like the last time he died, Voldemort's body was shattered into pieces, and finally fell into a pile of dust.

There was silence in the alley, and Voldemort's screams seemed to echo in John's ears.

Still with that grim smile on his lips, he turned his head and walked towards Snape, bent over to help him in concern: "Severus, how are you?"

Snape looked at him instead, with undisguised worry in his dark eyes: "I'm fine, how are you?"

John was stunned for a moment, and laughed easily: "I'm great! I never thought I could...kill Voldemort!"

Snape stood up with his help, and took his wand.

John helped him out.

"How did you kill him?" Snape couldn't help asking after thinking for a long time.

He really couldn't figure out why such simple and non-threatening spells as clear water like springs, blazing flames, and flocks of birds would summon thunder and lightning.

Yes - called.That thunderbolt was no coincidence.

"Ah, this." John couldn't help laughing, "I just created water first, then let it heat up and turn it into steam, then rise up and meet the cold air to form thunderclouds, and the positive and negative thunderclouds attract each other Friction - did you notice that I cast these spells on Voldemort? Create a large capacitor between the thundercloud and him. I keep casting spells, and when the electric field gets too strong, the thundercloud will discharge into the ground — by discharging Voldemort, of course."

"In order to prevent us from being implicated, I also put a waterproof and moisture-proof spell around us. I used flocks of birds to attract his attention, and then used the last clear water as a spring to attract thunder and lightning to strike him."

Snape's expressionless expression was rare.

"This is the basic knowledge of Muggle physics." John waved his hand, "Severus, a lot of our knowledge is quite useful."

He suddenly showed a narcissistic smile: "However, I still feel that it is actually because of the advantage of the golden finger of my time-traveling belt. I kept thinking that the thunder could strike down smoothly and kill Voldemort. Sure enough, things went so smoothly happened."

Snape didn't mock John's nonsense like before this time, his expression became thoughtful.

The two walked down the street supporting each other.Only then did I realize that it was night again and the street lights were on.

They walked slowly on the side of the road without speaking, and the atmosphere suddenly became very warm.

"Voldemort—is he really dead? Forever?" John asked uncertainly after a while.

"That's up to you to ask yourself," Snape replied mildly.