Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 150 Kill Me, Harry
Not far away under the canopy.

Several professors came, except Hermione and Ron, and Dumbledore was there, and he came earlier than the other professors
Professor McGonagall frowned, her face full of worry, holding her wand, wishing to jump out and hinder the battle between the two. Dumbledore tugged on her robe and shook his head to signal not to disturb them.

McGonagall also knew something about the past of James Potter and Snape, but in her opinion, those things were not enough to support such a big conflict between them.

She hadn't seen a weather spell of this scale for many years.

When Percy informed her that Harry had hit the professor again, this time it was Professor Snape, it almost scared her out of shape.

Dumbledore still stopped himself, not allowed to stop them.

Such a big commotion!

If this continues, the castle will suffer.

They dueled fiercely.

Snape did three things.

The black magic he used did not have much impact on Harry, only a momentary trance.

The water chain was about to get entangled, Harry jumped forward, turned around and slashed away with his sword.

There was a splash, and the water splashed in all directions.

Harry waved his wand, and the water that hadn't landed on the ground made a few swishes, and shot away rapidly as an arrow.

Things that can fly are the most difficult to deal with.

The biggest advantage of the witcher was difficult to bring out at the moment. Instead, Snape in the sky became more familiar with the killing routine of the two giant snakes, and became more and more comfortable with it. The endless transfiguration and binding spells poured out of his wand.

Harry gritted his teeth and waved his wand.

The third giant snake smashed out of the Forbidden Forest.

Followed by the fourth head, the fifth head.

The effect of the thunder potion is better than imagined. In the thunderstorm weather, there is almost a steady stream of magic power.

Five-headed giant snakes entangled Snape, even if there was Fiendfire entangled, if one was burned, the next one would fill it up.

"Soft spell." Harry stepped on the body of the giant snake and jumped up, "Snape, where is the determination and belief in casting the spell?"

"This is what you mocked me at the beginning."

Snape gritted his teeth, his face darkened, but he didn't speak, and waved his wand.

The fluffy strips of cloth became heavier after being wet by the rain, flying at an extremely slow speed, not to mention catching Harry, any little wizard could easily handle it.

Harry raised his hand, gently grabbed the cloth, and held it in the palm of his hand. He stood on the snake's head, level with Snape: "Is this the way you used to keep my mother after you broke up with her? ?”

"Aunt Petunia said she saw you many times at night, sneaking around her house."

"You can't save anyone like this."

His voice was gentle, and there were no dirty words in his simple sentences.

But Biakxi Seal is more useful.

Occlumency could no longer hold back the thoughts, and memories flooded back.

Those things that he thought would be pain and would drown him and suffocate him turned out to be the few things left in his body, and after repeated chewing, there was still a taste—even if it was bitter, it made the root of his tongue ache, but at least it wasn’t like plaster boring.

The snakes stopped.

Li Huo was leaping, but under the heavy rain, it became more and more violent.

"One more question, how long do you think I can live?" Harry jumped up, grabbed Snape's robes, pushed him down from the air, and hit the ground hard, splashing a splash as high as a person. , mixed with splashes of earthy brown silt.

"You can't save anyone."

It was the same words again, piercing into Snape's heart, as if trying to clean the flesh from his entire body.

Snape remembered.

That night, after learning who the prophecy pointed to, he found Dumbledore and begged the greatest white wizard to save Lily.

Dumbledore asked him: "What price can you give?"

He replied, "Anything is fine."

But even if he could do anything, Lily still died that night.

His will can't change anything, like at the sorting ceremony, Lily went to Gryffindor, like after the fifth grade, Lily parted ways with him, like Lily is no longer there.

Time can dilute everything, 13 years have passed.

Snape sometimes felt that his heart didn't hurt so much when he thought about the past.

But that is an illusion.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, you just get used to it.

The raindrops made his cheeks ache slightly. He looked at Harry's calm face, then turned his head to look at the white figure under the awning.

Suppose, Dumbledore asked him now: "How long are you willing to protect Lily's child?"

Snape was sure that he would answer without thinking: "It has always been."

The expression in his eyes gradually became firm.

The two were so close, the vague smell of poison pervading Harry's body kept pouring into his nose, reminding him of a terrible fact, Harry did drink the bottle of "poison", It's been a long time.

I was powerless in the past.

But now, at least now, he was going to save Lily's child.

He flicked his wand, the spell was spoken, and the force of the impact sent Harry flying backwards, and the giant snake sprang up and caught Harry in a ball.

"That's right, Professor." Harry's eyes also became firm.

Snape stopped holding back.

Potions, Transfiguration, Dark Magic.

Fierce flames ignited and burned the entire lakeside. The divine front disappeared and leveled countless boulders. Giant snakes fell down and giant snakes sprang up again.

The torrential rain became heavier, as if the sky was falling, and thunderbolts fell one after another.

Except for Dumbledore, no one could see the battle clearly anymore.

McGonagall and Hermione tried to rush over more than once, and were stopped by Dumbledore more than once.

Surrounded by fire.

Harry raised his head, his face flushed unnaturally, his temples bulged, and his veins popped out.

He had already drank the second bottle of Thunder Potion.

The whole body armor was shredded by Shenfeng Wuying, the broken glove and half of the breastplate were shredded, leaving a hideous, but not very deep wound on the chest, and a handful of white cream was perfunctorily smeared on it, but there was nothing wrong with it. No matter what effect, the blood flow is still endless.

A few medicine bottles were scattered at the feet, and there were still a lot of blood-enriching medicinal juice left.

Snape was floating in the air, his face was pale, he was panting heavily, and there was no wound on his body - he had a tricky eye, and he could tell at a glance that there was a basilisk poison on the snake bone sword. In this kind of battle, poisoning means falling. defeat.

He was different from Harry. He was just an ordinary person, even weaker than ordinary people. His physical strength was almost exhausted when he was dodging giant snakes and snake bone swords.

The effect of the Bliss Elixir was still there, allowing him to narrowly avoid thunder and long swords again and again.

But the magic power was overdrawn, and the body felt a tingling feeling of being sucked out.

The giant snake swept across, and Snape reluctantly responded. His movements were quite slow, and Harry seized the opportunity, as he did at the beginning, grabbed his collar, and brought him down hard.

The Snake Bone Sword rubbed against his head and nailed it hard into the ground.

"Are you so strong now?" Snape turned his head, at this moment, he still didn't want to see James' face again, looking at the snake bone sword, the rain fell on the sword, sliding down slowly, occasionally Some small water droplets stopped, reflecting the snake venom and magnifying the faint green.

"If you can make up your mind from the very beginning and not be so weak, I may not be able to defeat you." Harry held his sword, his tone still calm.

Snape closed his eyes.

That's not something James Potter could say, maybe Lily would.

No, Lily would definitely say that.

He opened his mouth, and rainwater or tears poured into his mouth, making his voice muffled: "Kill me, Lily."

The senses are blurred, and time seems to be going back.

He felt that his whole body was screwed up, stuffed into a small box, stumbled, thinking that he had been taken a long way, but when he mustered up the courage, pushed the box away, and looked with his head, he didn't go anywhere. I haven't changed anything.

All the time has stagnated at that point in time.

"Kill me, Lily." He begged.

Harry retracted the Snakebone Sword and inserted it back into the Sorting Hat.

And drew the sword of Gryffindor.

Vigorously waving--

Blood splashed, and a severed arm flew out, hitting the ground aside.

The pain made Snape frown, he opened his eyes tremblingly, looked at Harry, followed his gaze, and looked at the severed left arm, with a blank tone: "Potter?"

"It's punishment." Harry didn't look at him.

He kicked his arms away, turned away, and walked toward the awning.

Snape struggled to stand up: "Wait, Potter, the poison on you"

"Professor." Harry turned his head, with Snape's usual sneer on his face, "Did the troll eat your brain? It's been almost an hour."

"It's just a potion. To me, it's probably equivalent to Professor Dumbledore drinking a glass of bitter melon juice."

Snape was taken aback, but relieved.

He raised his right hand, touched Harry's chest, drew out the last trace of magic power in his body, and uttered the counter-curse of Shenfengwuying, the blood flow from the wound on his face, chest, and hands stopped immediately.

Harry went under the awning.

"Severus is still alive." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a complicated tone.

Harry ignored him.

He had no strength, and he did not believe that Dumbledore would not know the outcome of the battle.

Hermione walked up to Harry and looked at his face, with more than a dozen wounds, which made her heart ache.

She opened her arms and hugged Harry: "Cry if you want to."

With a sigh of emotion, Dumbledore pushed down his glasses, walked out of the awning, and walked to Snape's side.

"Harry's attack is really ruthless." He waved his wand, and the remaining Fiendfire gradually subsided, revealing a large area of ​​scorched white land, but soon some greenery emerged, popping up, and again in this area On the ground, spread a layer of grass.

Snape ignored him.

Dumbledore waved his wand again, white blood flew out of the sorting hat, and smeared his wound: "Actually, you don't have to come to him so early."

"You made me, Albus." Snape finally spoke, choking back his words.

Dumbledore turned back, looked at Harry who was still hugged by Hermione, and said softly, "Now, are you still willing to protect Harry?"

Snape interrupted him, gritted his teeth, and said firmly, without thinking, "It's always been like this."

"Albus."

"I will always protect Lily's children like this."

(End of this chapter)