Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 462 God's Guard
What right did Snape have to say such a thing?
Love?
Will he be a person who understands love?
What a joke!
In terms of past and experience, he was even more miserable than his own past.

Voldemort stared at Snape coldly, like a snake.

Although he grew up in an orphanage, Snape has a home, but the good is that he will not be forced to apologize to his father by his father's father, and he will not be forced to apologize to his father.

Wait until Hogwarts.

Tom's Slytherin class didn't discriminate against mixed races that much, not to mention that Tom was handsome, talented, and he said he was a pure-blood wizard. He was very popular in Slytherin, although some people suspected it—but everything disappeared after Tom showed his talent for Parseltongue, and turned into a more violent pursuit.

And Snape
He was always the one who was bullied at school.

When I was in the lower grades, because of my mixed race and poverty, I was always the one who was bullied.

When he finally showed his talent and tried his best to integrate into his academy, there were still bullying outside the academy waiting for him.

Such a person will know love?
"Severus, I appreciate you." Voldemort tried to calm himself, and said softly, "You, me, and Crouch, we are all the same."

"Unsatisfactory family life."

"Outstanding talent."

"An unforgettable understanding of the world."

Snape shook his head and interrupted him: "Dark Lord Voldemort, no, we are different."

"You don't understand love."

He paused and laughed at himself: "Although we are the same on this point, I don't understand either."

"But anyway, I pursue and yearn for it."

"Love is the most powerful magic in this world."

Snape didn't understand.

Dumbledore said that he is a person who understands love, but he feels that he is not, or that maybe he has really mastered it, but he does not understand what love is.

But it is this force that I don't know and don't understand.

Make him a dark wizard able to use the Patronus Charm.

Keep him from being crazy.

keep him alive.

Voldemort looked at Snape and raised his hand: "Ridiculous! Lily Potter had love back then, but she also died under my spell."

"Now do you think you can stop me?"

He noticed that Wild Hunt, who was still alive behind him, was extremely loyal, and the Dark Mark forced them to be so loyal, trying to stop Harry and Dumbledore, although this hardly had any good effect.

Snape raised his wand, and threw the left arm floating under him in front of Voldemort: "This is your thing, and I will return it to you now."

"You broke an arm, I will give you back one, now we are fair."

"As for whether I can stop you."

He paused again, and took a bottle of potions from under his robes.

Voldemort could see that it was the same potion as the first potion Potter had taken.

"You have been deceiving me with lies." Voldemort said softly, "When did your Occlumency reach this level?"

Snape grinned and drank the potion happily: "Lies?"

"No, who would dare to lie in front of you, the great Dark Lord."

"From the beginning to the end, I told the truth."

The potion began to take effect in his body, and the majestic effect of the potion washed his weak body, and the magic power was rampant and overbearing.

Blue veins protruded, distorted and prominent on his face, as if all the scars he had experienced in the past were engraved on his face.

No matter the breath of magic power or the breath of life, half of them exploded and grew.

Life was worse than death for more than a year before, all of which was accumulating vitality for such a day.

"I'm only telling you part of it, and I'm not telling you the part you didn't ask." Snape tried to keep the pain out of his voice as much as possible.

The thunder potion was too heavy a burden on his body.

especially
It was such a violent thunderstorm.

"You are really an unimaginable spy." Voldemort whispered, green light shot from his fingertips.

death curse -

Snape dodged lightly, waved his wand, Fiercefire surged, and under the control of the Transfiguration Curse, he turned into a thick boa constrictor, like a black Patronus, and charged towards Voldemort.

It collided with the white Fiendfyre and died.

Even after taking the potion, there was still a big gap between Snape and Voldemort.

Only Dumbledore, or Harry after taking two bottles of potions, could compete with Voldemort with magic power. If Snape took one more bottle, he could also reach this level.

But he can't.

One bottle was already exhausting his vitality, and after only a few rounds of fighting, his eyes, nose, and even his skin cracked, and large, large streams of blood gushed out, abnormally thick and dark red blood.

Moreover, at the cost of his own vitality, the result he got was not good.

All his magic had almost no effect on Voldemort.

Curses, black magic, potions.
They were easily dealt with by Voldemort.

Voldemort said softly, pointing his index finger at him: "You let me down."

Two strands of hoarfrost intertwined, pinched left and right, and slammed into Snape.

This move, which didn't work for Harry, didn't work very well for Snape either.

he can fly.

The body jumped down, and Baishuang collided.

But Voldemort had expected this, and he tapped his finger lightly.

Frost condensed into a thick white spear, and the moment Snape fell, it shot out with a whoosh, stabbing hard into his shoulder, knocking him out of the air, and nailing him to the ground.

Snape coughed up blood, raised his wand tremblingly, pointed it at Voldemort, and said a spell.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

This is his favorite curse.

Invisible blades surged, and Voldemort didn't do much or flash, allowing the spell to fly and cut off his ear.

Hoarfrost flowed on his fingers, pointing at him.

Another thick white spear pierced his other shoulder and nailed it to the ground.

But Snape didn't resist, and raised his hand stubbornly.

He uttered the incantation feebly but firmly.

In the next second, it might be another Hoarfrost Spear, or it might be the Killing Curse.

This incantation may be the last incantation he utters.

"Call God Guard!"

He whispered softly, his voice trembling.

But instead of choosing any other spell that could be used on such occasions, he chose one that surprised even Voldemort.

Patronus spell.

The mist flows, the wand emits a white and holy light, and a doe jumps out, swaying and boisterously on the ground, innocent and innocent.

Snape stared at it obsessively.

What a beautiful creature!

I have owned it for 16 years.

Voldemort sneered: "Patron? Severus, what do you think of me?"

"Dementors?"

"Voltebat?"

"You actually want to use it against me?"

He pointed with his index finger, and ferociously recited the incantation: "Avada Kedavra!"

Green light tears the silver doe.

Snape closed his eyes in pain.

(End of this chapter)