Chapter 913 Don't Rush, I'm Coming!

"Severus Snape..." Voldemort stared quietly at the world of silvery light behind Snape, his voice was involuntarily filled with surprise and admiration, "I have placed high hopes on the subordinate , but ended up living as a pool of slugs, and now I can finally see some of the old look..."

Old Vodo is a proud person who can let him teach him the flying spell. Snape must have been so spiritual and talented back then to make him admire him.

However, such a person who valued so much, but later fell into the so-called "love" and turned himself into that kind of virtue, which really made Voldemort look down on Snape from the bottom of his heart. He once felt that he was simply blind back then. I think finding a subordinate like Snape is a treasure.

For a time, Voldemort was even more convinced that it was right for him to completely erase 'love' from his soul.

See, "love" can make people completely lose the light of spirituality, from a person with unlimited potential to become small and dark, with a haggard face, and life is worse than death, it is simply unnecessary.

But now, Voldemort felt the crazily surging instinct of fear in his 'Boggart' body, as if encountering a natural enemy, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Slowly holding up the wand in his hand, "I decide to grant you death!"

Snape posed in a standard wizard dueling pose with a complicated complexion, the silver light behind him fluctuated and changed, the forest made of silver light seemed to be constantly approaching and enlarging, the silver path slowly moved forward, the side deep in the forest The fluttering and dancing curtains seemed to be getting closer and clearer.

Accompanied by approaching, a ray of breeze blows on the face, carrying a lonely and indifferent breath of death, causing all the felt life to produce a touch of panic and anxiety from the depths of the soul.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The approaching death threat obviously made Voldemort feel more pressure, so he took the lead in attacking Snape, attacking with all his might.

The endless desire for life and the desire to live made the magical light surging from the tip of the wand so emerald green.

Wherever the plasma of the Killing Curse magic passed, green grass and flowers bloomed on the muddy ground of the forest.

The plundering and killing of other people's lives is the crazy love for one's own life.

Under such a magical logic of "the world is only me", the Killing Curse in Voldemort's hand is full of indescribable vitality.

Yes, this is the Killing Curse in Voldemort's eyes.

That's why Kedavra's spell light is a vibrant emerald green color!

Except for him, all wizards in the world have used the killing spell wrongly, wrongly!

Just ask, who else can be like him.

Hey hey hey...

However, before the pride in his heart could turn into a smile on his face, and before Voldemort had time to be stunned, his slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened, full of shock.

In that silvery world, on the death road paved with silver cobblestones, a doe approached little by little with leaping light steps.

It doesn't matter how fast or slow it is physically, it's a surge of spiritual emotion.

The deer jumped straight up and turned into a deer-shaped light, covering Snape directly, making Voldemort's Killing Curse completely lose its threat.

"This..." Voldemort exclaimed involuntarily. This was a scene he had never encountered before. The Killing Curse had failed! Yes, the Killing Curse actually failed!

"This isn't the 'Elephant Curse' invented by Anton, Severus..." Voldemort suddenly felt terrified, "You invented the counter-curse of the Killing Curse?!!!"

Snape just nodded slightly, without any look of complacency, he just said lightly, "Yes, this is the power of love, the love you have never faced seriously."

With love, there is meaning in this world.

With love, we can ignore the erasure of meaning.

Lao Si is obviously not as talkative as Lao Fu. He is waving his wand with a serious face, following the tradition of ancient wizards, the gesture of waving the wand is coordinated with the body's steps and postures, and he pronounces the most standard spell pronunciation, "Funny funny!"

Yes, it's funny.

It is a kind of optimism to deal with the fear deep in the heart, and it is the most primitive and cleanest attitude towards life.

At the same time, Voldemort waved his wand again in disbelief, and the spell in his mouth became more and more urgent, "Avada Kedavra!"

However, that stag-shaped silver light guarded Snape firmly, making the Kedavin Curse completely useless.

Boom~

Under the influence of the Funny Curse, Voldemort's Boggart's body began to change. Countless vines emerged from the mud, stained with his endless blood, and climbed up along the back of his feet.

Wherever the vines passed, all the skin appeared the color of wood.

No matter how Voldemort resisted, his legs were turning into trees bit by bit. Countless tree whiskers protruded from his wizard robe, fell towards the ground, and then penetrated deeply into the ground, turning into root systems.

And this kind of arborization is stubbornly resisting the magic power rolling in Voldemort's body, spreading upwards little by little.

At the same time, even though the forest made of silver light was approaching him little by little, the curtain was getting closer.

Magic duels between wizards are sometimes so simple and straightforward.

A single move determines life and death, and being unable to resist the opponent's spellcasting, success or failure has become a foregone conclusion.

"No!"

"No!!!"

Voldemort could no longer maintain the arrogance on his face, and watched all this happen in disbelief, roaring and screaming unwillingly.

He, the most terrifying dark wizard ever, the Dark Lord, Voldemort, how could he lose to this slug he usually looked down upon?

He can't accept it, can't accept it!

"Cruciate!"

Filled with endless malice, the wand in his hand swung forward violently, and the light of the curse turned into plasma and instantly engulfed Snape.

"Ah~~~"

Snape immediately fell to the ground in pain, as if countless small knives were cutting his body and soul, the pain was so painful that he couldn't bear it.

However, no matter how painful it was, he still held the wand in his hand vigorously, maintaining the magic of the Patronus Charm.

"Hiss~"

"Hiss~"

Snape's face was as pale as if he had lost blood, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched with the pain that spread throughout his body. He gritted his teeth and endured viciously, writhing on the ground like a maggot.

His head was firmly pressed against the grass, and his chest hit the ground hard, as if this would reduce the pain a little.

"Severus!" Voldemort roared, struggling to no avail, watching the silver forest swallow him up bit by bit, watching his legs turn into the bottom of the tree being eroded by silver and shining with silver light .

It seemed as if he was going to become a tree in this silver forest.

Then, being carried away by that dreadful curtain, he went to the death he feared most.

It's simply pathetic, he turned into the Boggart who was the greatest fear in Harry Potter's heart, and because of this he felt the greatest fear in his heart.

The fear of death is swallowing him up bit by bit.

No, he doesn't want to die!

"Severus!" Voldemort roared again, "my Cruciatus Curse is enough to kill you, you know it! Stop this damn Patronus Curse, or you will die together, and I will definitely pull you to cast it together Hell!"

The plasma effect of the Killing Curse disappeared, but the influence of the magic continued. As the evil thoughts in Voldemort's heart became stronger, Snape fell to the ground and suffered more and more pain.

Snape felt as if his whole body and soul were going to be torn apart.

Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse is enough to easily destroy the hearts of others.

The dilapidation and destruction of the soul, the magic power of prying is enough to swallow the wizard, and the only thing waiting is death.

However, Snape just let out an incomprehensible laugh, strangled his neck vigorously, firmly pressed against the grass, and stared at Voldemort, who had half of his body turned into a silver tree.

"I said... well..."

Snape snorted, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "Please... die!"

"Ah~~~"

He couldn't bear it anymore, wailed, turned over and looked up, his whole body arched into a huge bow in pain, his body twitched crazily.

Go to hell together?

this……

It's what I want...

Snape's eyes fluttered, and the sky in his vision became blurred, leaving only a hazy light. He seemed to vaguely see Lily smiling back at him holding her textbook in the corridor of the school castle.

- "Sev, come on, we're going to be late!"

coming!

I am coming!

Don't rush, I'm coming!

The death urges that surfaced every night, Snape could finally respond.

At the moment when everything froze, it seemed to be running again, Snape smiled happily, hurried on his feet, and raised his arms happily in the crowd of classmates, "Come here!"

Lily, I finally let go of everything, and I can finally face you with ease.

Tears flowed down his cheeks to the base of his ears, Snape gritted his teeth and endured the Cruciatus Curse, his face became paler and paler, and he rolled uncontrollably on the ground again.

Once upon a time, he admired the Dark Lord so much.

He once firmly believed that the Dark Lord would lead these Death Eaters to change the world.

Yes, that is changing the world, that is war, how could there be no killing. In his eyes, Grindelwald, who is good at demagoguery, and Dumbledore, who likes to calculate people's hearts, are no more noble than Voldemort, who likes to use violence.

Everyone is eager to change the world and establish their own order.

If it wasn't for Lily, maybe he would keep this loyalty and faith forever.

And all of this was finally destroyed at the moment of Lily's death. He dedicated his loyalty to the Dark Lord, the Dark Lord he believed in in life, and killed the woman he loved the most.

What a despair that was.

The one he loved died, and his belief collapsed at the same time. Yes, for the sake of hatred, he betrayed his belief in life, became the ugliest and most pathetic traitor, and became a spy who no longer had any meaning in life.

This is the greatest life is worse than death.

"Lily... here I come..."

It's just that the Lily in Snape's eyes, the Lily in school uniform holding the textbook...

But it wasn't the young woman Lily who was summoned by the Patronus Charm last time.

Snape, did he know?

Maybe, you know?

People's hearts, fate, time, emotions, beliefs, everything is so ridiculous sometimes, right?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Snape was laughing, laughing wildly, with tears in his eyes.

They were right, Snape is really just a ridiculous slug, "Hahahaha..."

"Forehead……"

Snape suddenly felt his heart clenched into a ball, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.