Chapter 914 You Don't Even Give Me a Chance to Say I'm Sorry...

"No!"

"don't want!"

Voldemort no longer had the arrogance of the past. Boggart's unique characteristics endowed him with the possibility of unique existence, and also magnified the greatest fear in his heart.

And this damned death came so slowly, so firmly and irreversibly.

That damned forest of death made of silver light has quietly enveloped him.

That damned 'funny funny' magic has quietly turned everything below his chest into trees, a part of this dead forest.

That damned terrifying curtain danced before his eyes at some unknown time.

The curtain dances, death is close at hand, and the lonely taste there is so suffocating.

Cleverness is mistaken by cleverness.

Voldemort looked desperately at the Muggle Vernon who was caught by the statue of death in the distance, and looked at the slope further away. The ritual magic was just a little bit, just a little bit!

It almost came from the 'feeling of powerlessness' between emotional entanglements.

As long as this is added, this ritual magic becomes! Then he can completely deconstruct the powerful magic of love.

However, his greed killed him.

He wanted the emotional power of looking at the dead body of his uncle who abused him and died for him when Harry Potter came back, so he let Harry go.

He was even more greedy to break that damned curse.

Yes, it is the prophecy that the so-called savior Harry Potter will kill himself.

For this one, he let Harry run off, to find Dumbledore. Knowing that Voldemort knew, Dumbledore would definitely use the power of fate in this prophecy to make Harry kill the young version of 'Tom Riddle'.

Conversely, using Dumbledore's plan is simply not too powerful.

You know, he has long used potions and ritual magic to fuse his blood with Harry, and his own soul exists in the depths of Harry's soul using the method of "twin souls" researched by Anton.

This will not only break the prophecy, but also achieve the ancient ritual magic of 'self-sacrifice'.

Then, use that powerful magic power to completely complete the 'polyhedral Animagus', turning himself and Harry into mutual Animagus.

And because of his own concept of "solo magic", Harry's soul simply cannot defeat him.

Look, everything is so well planned.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

But this Snape jumped out just like that, and wanted to pull him into death completely.

This terrifying world of silver light actually cut off his connection with the Horcrux, cut off his connection with Harry Potter, cut off everything.

Voldemort looked at Snape angrily, and suddenly increased the release of the Cruciatus Curse, completely tearing Snape's mind apart.

Suddenly, seeing Snape laughing wildly, for some reason, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"From the 'feeling of powerlessness' between emotional entanglements?"

"He, will there be?"

Unbeknownst to Voldemort, for the first time he found himself so blind to his former subordinate.

But, thinking of his subordinates, he couldn't help but look further away at Little Barty, who was affected by the full-body binding spell.

Maybe……

Feeling the spread of this silver light, Voldemort suddenly stopped releasing the Cruciatus Curse, and using the little strength in his wrist, he shook his wand and pointed it at Little Barty.

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

A sharp spell of light lit up, and one of Little Barty's arms flew high, and suddenly exploded, turning into endless blood mist, and turning into a bloom of life.

"Ha~"

Voldemort laughed so hard that his whole face contorted, the ritual magic seemed to be really working!

His heart skipped a beat, and he swung his wand again violently.

Shh~

The body-binding spell on Barty Jr. disappeared immediately, and at the same time, his whole body was shaking rapidly, frantically switching between Sirius and Barty Jr.

In the end, it slowly freezes on the appearance of Sirius.

Sirius' reaction was absolutely quick. He resisted the stinging wound of losing his arm, and swung his wand at Voldemort with his remaining right hand, "Disarm!"

The wand in Voldemort's hand flew up and fell straight to the ground.

"No!"

Voldemort roared, "I..."

I haven't confirmed the situation of this ritual magic yet.

No……

The unwillingness on his face finally turned into regret in the face of death, and his whole body completely turned into a big tree, eroded by the silver light, and the curtain danced suddenly, covering everything inside.

The wind howls~

The silver light exploded, turned into dots, fluttered, and disappeared.

Sirius looked at Snape who was struggling in pain on the ground with a complex expression, then at Vernon who was wailing on the statue of Death, and ran towards Vernon in a hurry.

With a quick flick of his wand, he polymorphed Vernon to the ground, took the white moss he had prepared for the tournament from his pocket, and applied Vernon to stop the bleeding.

After finishing all this, he slowly walked in front of Snape, his eyes were full of complicated and sad, "You are going to die..."

Yes, he could feel the gasp of Snape's dying breath, the pain of being devastated with his whole heart.

To be honest, at this level, Snape was still able to grit his teeth and hold on without dying. He is indeed a powerful wizard who shined in the First Wizarding War.

Snape gasped and looked at Sirius, his mouth was moving, as if he was talking about something, but it was so weak.

Sirius pursed his lips, squatted down slowly, gently picked up Snape, and put his ears close.

"Beware... Beware of Dumbledore..." Snape's voice was so weak.

Sirius frowned and looked at Snape. At this moment, is he going to speak ill of Dumbledore? It's just pathetic!

Seeing Snape's extremely serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his heart.

"Watch out for Dumbledore...he...he's going to use Harry!"

Snape grabbed Sirius' arm suddenly, so weak that it seemed as if he would fall down at any time.

He panted heavily, his face becoming paler and paler, "Dumbledore guessed Voldemort's plot... guessed that Voldemort planned to use the 'polyhedron Animagus' he invented to resurrect inside Harry..."

"Dumbledore intends to take advantage of this, completely seal Voldemort in Harry's body, and use it...to use...to deal with Anton..."

"!!!" Sirius stared, he didn't know whether to believe this person's words, but...

He probably knew a little bit of Dumbledore's character, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and remained silent.

Suddenly, he felt that little Barty in his body was restless, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and suppressed little Barty again.

The death of his master, Voldemort, made Barty Jr. like a bereaved dog. He lost his heart and obviously did not have enough strength to fight Sirius.

"It's uncomfortable, isn't it?" Snape struggled to smile, looking at Sirius, "Maybe Harry shouldn't be like you..."

As if he felt the approach of death, he squeezed Sirius' arm harder, and his voice became much stronger.

"Dumbledore wants me to guard Harry Potter in the future, to prevent Voldemort in his body from becoming dominant, and to kill Harry if necessary!"

Snape smiled sadly, "He still regards me as the leader of the Death Eaters. He thinks that it is normal for a person like me to hate James so much that he wants to kill Harry."

"He couldn't understand that I followed the Dark Lord for lofty ideals and beliefs, just like he planned to follow Grindelwald back then."

"Later, his sister died, and Lily died too. He repented, and I also repented. He felt that he had been redeemed, but I was hopeless. This terrible old man is simply too hateful."

It was hateful, but there was no hatred on Snape's face, just a gentle smile.

"He doesn't know, I can't do what he told me!"

"I can't just watch Harry turn into a ghost like Sirius, I can't just watch Harry turn into a weapon against Anton, and watch the future fate of these two children..."

Snape's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, Sirius had to wrap his arms around his shoulders tightly and press his ear to hear clearly.

Sirius sighed, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "Why? Why did you do all this?"

Snape smiled slightly. "Maybe, because I'm the children's professor?"

Sirius smiled miserably, "Is it worth it?"

Unfortunately, no one could answer him. Snape in his arms was completely out of breath, and the arm that was holding him had also dropped powerlessly to the ground.

"Severus..."

"Severus! Wake up, wake up!"

It's a pity that no one can answer him, there are only tears flowing wantonly, and the figures of the past appear in front of his eyes, so pale and powerless.

James Porter...

Lily Evans...

Pettigrew Peter...

Now, there is another Severus Snape who makes him complicated...

"Wake up, you don't even give me a chance to say sorry..."

"You are so cruel, just die in my arms..."

"Are you...are you going to make me feel guilty for the rest of my life?"

"You bastard, ahhh..."