Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Voldemort was inevitably a little panicked.

Although one more wound would still not cause any damage to him. There are no organs or blood vessels in his body. It is not fatal or harmful. The only problem is that it is a bit ugly.

But it's just a few holes, and it's much cuter than the body transformed by black magic.

But, the meaning is different.

In his mind, this shouldn't be the case. Facing Harry alone, he should win happily, even if he was as cunning as a mouse, and it would only cost him a little more time.

He was injured.

Is he really his natural enemy? The one destined in the prophecy?

He didn't want to think or doubt like this.

But the rare failures in his life, time and time again, were all because of this Potter.

Magic is the power of the mind.

His wavering was reflected in his magic.

In the cage, the white aura that symbolized him began to become less firm, swaying, and began to shrink under the golden aura that represented Harry.

This is the vein of magic.

Not only could Harry see clearly, but with the strong physical fitness given to him by the witcher, he could easily catch the loopholes that appeared in the veins in an instant.

This is mentioned in combat.

That's why Voldemort was shocked to find that when he only had a small doubt in his mind, he was more vulnerable to Harry's attack.

It's obviously still the same offensive as before.

He even used more magic power.

But all of these suddenly lost their effect.

Bai Shuang was closer to Harry, almost entwined with him, but just a little bit close and still unable to capture Harry's body.

So does magic.

Every time, just the right offset.

Harry walked briskly, turning the sword in his hand, tearing apart Voldemort's defense again and again, leaving a hole or a hideous scar on his body.

The white frost is violent and the green light is diffuse.

A violent wind swept through the entire prison.

But Harry was like a dancer, walking through the gaps in the wind. With a flick of his wand, the transformation spell intertwined and hit the hoarfrost. In the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the hoarfrost, stirring up a huge puff of smoke.

And in the misty smoke, Leng Buding slashed with his long sword and stabbed Voldemort in the lower abdomen.

His belly almost burst out of the sky.

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

No, we can't go on like this.

Each of Harry's attacks was not fatal, but this time, when they were added up one after another, he finally felt weak.

That kind

Weakness comes from the depths of the soul.

He tightened his grip on his wand and looked at Harry, staring at the slightly bulging veins on his temples.

Everything started to change from those two bottles of magic potion.

Maybe he really has discovered something extraordinary.

and

Voldemort turned his head slightly and looked outside the cage. Half of the Wild Hunt Knights had been eliminated, but no reinforcements had come. Those who were still fighting to the death were the ones who had branded the Dark Mark on their bodies.

The situation is not in your favor.

This cannot go on.

Voldemort raised his wand and cast a spell toward the top of the cell.

The tyrannical magic power surged through.

There was a boom, a huge explosion.

The cage was exploded, but in an instant, the deformed creations that were exploded suddenly twisted.

Voldemort's hunch was right.

Harry and Dumbledore had indeed tampered with the prison bars.

Those lions opened their bloody mouths and bit at Voldemort. He did not hesitate to use magic power to force them back, just like flames meeting gunpowder, with a bang, they exploded violently in rapid expansion.

One after another, Voldemort was blown away.

Harry seized the opportunity, leaned closer, and swung his sword towards his right arm.

Easily tear flesh and blood and cut off bones.

Voldemort did not fight back. He continued to cast spells, flew out of the gap in the prison, and fled into the distance.

escape?

Harry was startled. He didn't expect that Voldemort would make such a choice when the situation was not completely against him.

After failure after failure, has he no longer believed in himself so much?

A wave of the wand.

The prison twisted and changed, turning into a giant steel python chasing him.

In the palace of awakening.

Snape stared at Voldemort's small shadow, frowning.

But he didn't hesitate for long.

He waved his wand, and the window sill in front of him twisted and opened up. Black smoke surged up around him, dragging him into the air and flying towards Voldemort.

Sixteen years ago, he was afraid.

Is this time going to be the same as it was sixteen years ago?

While flying, he recited a spell and aimed it at his left arm.

He has been thinking about how to unlock it. He has been mentally prepared for it for a long time. He has even trained many times in private and is extremely skilled at this time.

One last spell.

The divine edge is invisible.

An invisible blade emerged from the wand, almost as sharp as time and words. He cut it off easily and fell to the ground with the rain.

Snape thought for a moment, but floated it up and held it in his hand.

He wanted to return this thing to Voldemort himself.

No matter this arm or the Dark Mark on it.

Voldemort had noticed this place for a long time, and he knew who that person was before they even met.

That magic was all too familiar.

It was a magic that I had developed by myself, which was enough to support the wizard's flight.

There are not many Death Eaters who can use it.

Not even Crouch.

only one person.

Black light and white light meet.

Voldemort had to stop and mouth a name: "Severus Snape."

Snape also stopped and looked at him silently.

"You betrayed me." Voldemort said calmly, but without hesitation.

He didn't summon Snape.

At this moment, he appeared here. Apart from this possibility, he could not think of anything else.

"Severus, I trust you so much."

"But you still chose Dumbledore and Potter. What did they promise you?"

Voldemort's eyes were inexplicably sad.

Snape shook his head and said softly: "I didn't choose Albus or Potter, I just chose myself."

"Choose yourself?" Voldemort chuckled, "Then you shouldn't betray me."

After saying that, he paused: "Even if you betray me, you shouldn't get together with Potter and Dumbledore."

"Because of what?"

Snape spoke, his voice weak but firm and powerful, as heavy as life: "Because of love."

like?

Voldemort was startled and became uncontrollably angry.

There’s that word again!

It’s this ridiculous reason again!

Ever since his first failure, Lily, Dumbledore, Potter, and Grindelwald have been repeating this word.

"because of love!"

what is love? That's not even a spell!

Or

Does this thing really exist?

Voldemort stared at Snape with twisted eyes.

But why, time and time again, do I hear such ridiculous things from their mouths.

Even Snape said so now.