94 hp Diagon Alley

Died to save me, is this an accident? asked Harry. The two were still moving sideways, in circles, always at the same distance. To Harry, there were no faces other than Voldemort. "In that graveyard I decided to resist, too. accidental?Tonight I survived without resistance, and came back to fight again, is it accidental? "

"By chance!" cried Voldemort, but still did not strike.The surrounding crowd froze, as if they had been petrified. There were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and it seemed that only the two of them were breathing. "Accident, luck, and you always hide behind the adults and cry, and let me kill them for you!"

"You're not going to kill anyone tonight," Harry said, and they went around in circles, looking into each other's eyes, green to red, "you're not going to kill any of them, ever." Think. Understand? To stop you from hurting these people, I'm ready to die—?"

"you have not!"

"—I made up my mind, that's the point. I did what my mother did. You can't hurt them anymore. Don't you see that the spells you shoot at them are no longer binding? Dumbledore too He did, he weakened himself to protect others! You can't torture them, you can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"

"How dare you—"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "I know things you don't, Tom Riddle. I know many important things you don't. Would you like to hear it before you make another big mistake?"

Voldemort didn't speak, just walked around in circles silently.Harry knew that he was temporarily bewitched, so he didn't dare to do it easily, worried that if Harry really knew a certain deadly secret...

"Love again?" said Voldemort, his serpentine face full of sarcasm. "Dumbledore's talisman, Love, which he claimed could conquer death, is now like a burnt candle! Love, did not stop me Your Mudblood mother was crushed like a cockroach, Potter—no one seemed to love you enough to stand up to my spell this time. So how could you not die if I struck?"

The two are still circling and facing each other, and the only thing separating them is the last secret.

"If it wasn't love that saved you this time," said Voldemort, "do you believe you have magic that I don't have, or a weapon that's more powerful than mine?"

"It's a bit of both," said Harry.He saw a trace of panic flash across Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting.Voldemort laughed, a laugh more terrifying than his cry: cold and mad, echoing through the silent Great Hall. "You think you know more magic than I do?" he said. "More magic than I—Lord Voldemort? I've done more magic than Dumbledore could have dreamed of!"

"Oh, he thought about it," said Harry, meeting the eyes of the old man slumped on the ground, "but he's far wiser than you, and didn't do what you did."

"You mean he's weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He's weak, he has no guts, he's too weak to take what's his - now it's mine!"

"No, he's smarter than you," Harry said, "a better wizard, a better man." Harry said calmly, "You thought you killed him just now, but it was all arranged by him." Yes, he arranged everything with the man you think is your servant."

"What childish nonsense!" said Voldemort, but he still didn't strike, his red eyes fixed on Harry's.

"Severus Snape isn't your man," said Harry, "Snape is Dumbledore's man, he's been Dumbledore's man since long before you started hunting my mother. You never found out, because you don't understand that sort of thing. You've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"

It was only then that people noticed that Snape was in their ranks, and for the first time there was commotion in the crowd, and the hundreds of people around the wall took a breath at the same time.

Voldemort didn't answer.They continued to confront each other in circles, like two wolves ready to tear each other to pieces.

"Harry," said Dumbledore in a bellows voice, but the boy didn't hear him.

"Snape's Patronus is a doe," said Harry, "like my mother's—"

"Harry!" Dumbledore said loudly, "Stop."

Harry closed his mouth, only to realize that Snape was still alive, and was staring at him with eyes several times more hated than Voldemort.But he saw Voldemort's nostrils flaring suddenly, and said, "He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He longed for her, that's all," Voldemort said with a sneer. "But after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world, purer, more worthy of him—"

"Of course he would tell you that," said Harry, "but he's been Dumbledore's agent since the time you threatened my mother, and has been working against you ever since! Dumbledore and Snape conspired together For that suspended animation, I played with you like a fool."

"That doesn't matter!" shrieked Voldemort, who had been listening to Harry's every word with rapt attention, and burst into a burst of manic laughter, "Whether Snape is mine or Dumbledore's, It doesn't matter what little stumbling block they try to put in my way! I destroyed them, just like I destroyed your mother, Snape's so-called great love! Oh, but it shows the point, Potter, but you won't understand!"

"Dumbledore prevented me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the true owner of the Elder Wand! But I beat you, little boy - I got the wand before you did it, and I got the wand before you When I wake up, I know the truth. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and now the Elder Wand, the Death Cudgel, and the Fate Wand are truly mine! Dumbledore's last plan fell through Yes, Harry Potter!"

"Really?" It wasn't just Harry who laughed this time, the Hogwarts students also laughed and cheered, and some bold students even looked at Snape teasingly.They opened a gap, hoping that Voldemort would take a good look at the "servant" he said he had killed.

"See?" said Harry. "The people you thought were dead, the servants you thought were yours, were all our plans. You've got to pay for your own viciousness and arrogance. And I'd give you another One chance, Riddle. Before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you've done... think about it, try to make some confession, Riddle..."

"What does this mean?"

Of all the things Harry had said to Voldemort, revealing and cynical, nothing had shocked Voldemort so much.Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits, saw the skin around his eyes turn white.

"This is your last chance," said Harry, "your one and only chance... I've seen what happens when you don't repent... Be brave... try it... try to do some repentance..."

"How dare you—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's plans had no unexpected consequences for me at all, as they did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand that held the Elder Wand was shaking, and Harry gripped Draco's wand tightly.He knew that moment was coming.

"Don't try to kill Snape now, Riddle. Because even if you did, the wand still wouldn't be fully at your command. Because you got it wrong. Severus Snape wasn't old at all. The true owner of the wand, he did not defeat Dumbledore at all. Whether Dumbledore died at the time or faked his death, he will be the last true owner of the wand! If all goes according to plan, the power of the wand will still belong to him, because No one ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice quivered with malicious pleasure. "I stole the wand from the grave! I took it against the will of its last owner." Come out! Its power is mine!"

"Don't you get it, Riddle? It's not enough to get the wand! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it yours. Didn't you hear Ollivander? The wand chooses the wizard... Deng Bleddore's wand recognized a new owner before it was out of his hands, and that person hadn't even touched it. The new owner removed the wand from his hand against Dumbledore's wishes, and he had no idea what he had done, Didn't know that the mightiest wand in the world had sworn allegiance to him..."

Voldemort's chest heaved violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing up, feeling the spell gathering strength in the wand pointed at his face.

"The true owner of the Elder Wand is Draco Malfoy."

The blank astonishment on Voldemort's face was fleeting.

"But what does that matter?" he whispered. "Even if you're right, Potter, what does it matter to you and me? You don't have that phoenix-feather wand anymore, no twin cores. We'll fight only by skill...and then I'll take on Draco Malfoy after I kill you..."

"But you were too late," said Harry, "you missed your chance. I beat Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago, and I took this wand from him. Or How could I surprise you more, are you 100% sure Malfoy is your man?