Chapter 912 The Silver Light Bursts, Creating a Passage of Death

"Harry~~"

Just as Harry Potter was flying upside down and crashing into the stone statue's arms, accompanied by an anxious roar, a strong and fat figure rushed over.

It's Vernon, Vernon Dursley.

He stretched out one hand and hugged Harry's waist forcefully, and with the other he grabbed the tall tree beside him.

But the upside-down airflow was so strong that he felt his fingers were breaking away from the support of the tree trunk little by little.

In the distance, the terrifying bleeding demon was watching them with interest, and did not continue to do anything, otherwise there would be no chance for them to have this chance to struggle.

Affected by such a delay, Harry finally had time to react. He raised his wand vigorously, and he wanted to fight back!

He had mastered so many powerful spells, so powerful, that he could counter them.

"Disarm you!"

With a flash of magic, Harry watched in amazement as the wand flew out of his hand, flew and flew, and fell gently into Little Barty's hand.

Seeing Harry looking over, Little Barty smiled, "I will also disarm the spell."

"!!!"

Facing the mighty Voldemort and Barty Jr., Harry was completely hopeless. He looked sadly at Vernon who was holding him in his arms. At this moment, he was kind and only had one thought in his heart, that he was going to kill Uncle Vernon.

"Listen, Harry!"

Uncle Vernon endured the tug of the gust of wind that passed backwards with difficulty, "There is a slope over there, wait for me to push you down, you hurry to find someone for help!"

"Leave me alone, remember, leave me alone!"

Harry stared blankly at Vernon, "Why..."

Uncle Vernon didn't speak, but kicked hard on the tree, pulled Harry hard into his arms, and was pulled backwards by the huge gust of wind.

Boom~

Harry only felt a huge shock force hit him, and Uncle Vernon's fat body gave him an excellent cushion, and then he felt Uncle Vernon use this shock force to forcefully push him towards Push aside.

Pa, he fell hard to the ground and rolled down the hillside.

Everything happened so fast, so fast that there was no time to think about it.

Why?

Why?

My uncle obviously hated me, so why did he give him a chance to escape, and leave him in that place, to face those two enemies that even ordinary wizards couldn't face with his Muggle body!

Harry's mind was in turmoil, and he kept rubbing and rubbing on the steep slope, and finally stopped when his back hit a big tree hard.

He gritted his teeth and looked sadly at the hillside, where the huge statue of the Grim Reaper was slowly closing his hands to hold his uncle in his arms.

But my uncle actually has no room to break free.

because……

A sharp thorn extending from the chest of the Grim Reaper sculpture was stabbing out from the uncle's chest, covered in blood.

Dumbledore!

Anton!

The two figures suddenly flashed in Harry's mind, and he wailed horribly towards the hillside, and ran towards the distance with a roar.

He must find them immediately, or find other contestants. Those contestants have a magic mirror floating beside them, and they must be able to contact these two people through this magic mirror.

hurry up!

run faster!

Harry gritted his teeth, roaring in his heart, praying that he could find someone to help quickly and save Uncle Vernon.

On the hillside, Voldemort walked up to Vernon with a smile and took a deep breath.

"Oh~~"

"This is the smell of blood relative magic..."

His eyes were burning, "the 'dedication' that is willing to sacrifice for the family, the 'desire' that painfully chooses to stay away in order to save the family, the 'struggle' that cannot see the direction in the complicated relationship..."

"Look, the ritual magic prepared to disassemble this blood relative magic that represents love has been fulfilled one by one."

Voldemort slowly raised his hand, and his arm stretched out from the sleeve of the wizard's robe. The arm seemed to have never been exposed to sunlight, showing a morbid paleness. It seemed that there were not many muscles, and it was densely covered with veins. It looked extremely terrifying.

His fingers slowly touched Vernon's forehead, and Vernon let out an extremely mournful howl.

Vernon's body was burning with green flames, which seemed to not hurt the skin and clothes, but it made him struggle, contort and twitch.

And with such convulsions, the sharp thorn that was piercing into his chest was tearing at his wound more and more.

"In addition, after the dedication, the self-movement subsided and had to face the 'suffering' of the consequences."

"Now……"

"The only thing left is the 'feeling of powerlessness' between emotional entanglements!"

"This is my understanding of the book "Wizard is God", using the power of the soul to pry people's emotions between blood relatives..."

Voldemort smiled hehe, and waved to Little Barty beside him, "It's almost there, go and bring Harry Potter back, let's complete the last step."

Little Batty shouted excitedly, "I'm looking forward to the resurrection of the master in the most powerful form!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled, "I'm afraid some people don't think so."

As he spoke, he turned his head slightly and looked at a figure in a dark corner of the woods, "You mean it? Severus Snape."

"Snape, your speed is too slow!" Little Barty turned his head and looked, seeing Snape slowly walking out of the woods, his whole body began to tremble crazily, with a face that quickly looked at Sirius Switching between Barty Jr.

He roared angrily, "I called you with the Dark Mark, but your response was so slow! It's unforgivable! You almost delayed the master's good deed!"

"Come with me to catch Harry Potter and present it to the master, I..."

Before Little Barty finished speaking, Snape suddenly waved his wand, "All petrified!"

Very suddenly, little Barty didn't expect that Snape would dare to attack him in front of his master, and there was no time to resist. The magic light of the binding spell on the whole body lit up, and a stone-like color appeared all over his body instantly, and he fell down with his head up.

After doing this, Snape faced Voldemort in silence, tightly holding the wand in his hand.

No one knew the horror of the Dark Lord better than him. After seeing Dumbledore's calculations, Snape fell into despair for a while, and pinned his hope of dealing with the devil on Anton.

But now, he had to stand up and face the big enemy who killed Lily, Voldemort, in person.

"I knew you would betray me, Severus..."

"My guess is indeed correct. In that empty head of yours, hidden under the Occlusion Curse, you are indeed thinking about that woman, Lily. It is simply disgusting love."

While talking, Voldemort raised his head to appreciate the wailing of Vernon, a Muggle, and felt the beauty of that life before it was about to disappear.

Death can emit powerful magic power, he has always known this.

Snape looked at Voldemort's back coldly, "For someone like you who doesn't know how to love, it's really hard to understand."

"Maybe……"

Voldemort turned around slowly, and glanced at Snape with a smile, "But I will soon restore my soul to be completely complete, and if I can understand your thoughts by then, I will definitely go to your grave to follow you." You talk."

He lowered his head and played with the wand in his hand, "I said at the time that I hope you donate one of your arms as a magic material for my resurrection ceremony. But now it seems that I have to kill you and use your life to complete this everything."

"I'm curious about one thing..."

Voldemort slowly raised his eyelids and stared at Snape, "You have been hiding in the woods just now, what made you decide to attack me? Could it be that you found out that I really wanted to kill Harry Potter this time? Hehe Hey, Severus, don't tell me that you are going to save James Potter's son with your own life?"

"That's too ridiculous, too pitiful, hahahaha..."

Snape pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then let out a deep breath, "No, it was because of hatred, because you killed Lily, and I suddenly found a chance to take revenge!"

"Oh?" Voldemort chuckled, unable to hide the contempt in his eyes.

"I just finally confirmed that you are actually possessed by a Boggart, existing in this way, and it seems to be possessed in a more inseparable way."

Snape slowly raised his arm and gripped his wand tightly, "I was just thinking..."

His magnetic and deep voice became a little hoarse and a little gentle, and he chanted the magic spell softly, "Call God to protect you!"

The silver light exploded and turned into a dense mist that diffused towards the surroundings, covering a large forest behind him.

In the forest, silver trees stand tall, silver butterflies fly around the silver flowers, and silver birds sing silently on the trees.

It was as if that large area of ​​the world had turned into a world made of silver light, and everything in this world looked a little hazy.

In the dimness, a path paved with silver cobblestones stretches windingly to the depths of the silver forest, where a looming curtain sways gently.

"I was thinking..."

Snape looked at Voldemort seriously, "Could it be possible to let you completely enter the world of the dead and lose contact with those so-called Horcruxes now..."

"Please... die!"

Snape also had his own advanced understanding of the characteristics of Boggarts and the characteristics of the Patronus Charm. Don't forget, he is also an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.