94 Diagon Alley

Dying to save me, was this a coincidence? Harry asked. The two were still moving sideways, in circles, always at the same distance. To Harry, there was no face except Voldemort. "In that graveyard I decided to resist, too." accidental? Tonight I survived without resistance and came back to fight again, by accident? "

"By chance!" cried Voldemort, but still did not strike. The surrounding crowd froze, as if they were petrified. There were hundreds of people in the auditorium, and it seemed that only the two of them were breathing. "Accidental, luck, and the fact that you hide behind adults and cry, and let me kill them for you!"

"You don't want to kill anyone tonight," said Harry, and they circled, staring into each other's eyes, green to red, "you don't want to kill again. Kill any of them and never think about it again. Understand? To stop you from hurting these people, I'm ready to die—?"

"You don't!"

" - I made up my mind, that's the key. I did what my mother did. You can't hurt them again. Don't you see that the spells you shoot at them have no restraint Power? Dumbledore did the same, he weakened himself to protect others! You can't torture them, you can't hurt them. You never learn from your mistakes, do you, Riddle?"

"How dare you—"

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "I know things you don't, Tom Riddle. I know many important things you don't. Did you make another big mistake?"

Voldemort did not speak, but walked in circles silently. Harry knew that he was temporarily bewildered and did not dare to do it lightly, worried that if Harry really knew a deadly secret...

"Love again?" said Voldemort, the snake's face full of sarcasm, "Dumbledore's magic weapon, love, he claimed to conquer death, but he is now like a burnt Candles! Love didn't stop me from running over your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter - no one seems to have come forward out of love for you this time and blocked my spell. Well, when I do, how can you Not dead?"

The two are still facing each other in circles and stalemates, with only the last secret separating them.

"If it wasn't love that saved you this time," said Voldemort, "then you must believe you have magic that I don't have, or a weapon more powerful than mine?"

"Both," said Harry. He saw a trace of panic flash across Zhang She's face, but it was fleeting. Voldemort laughed, and the laughter was more terrifying than his shout: grim and frantic, echoing in the silent hall. "You think you can do more magic than I do?" he said. "More than me, Lord Voldemort? I've done magic that Dumbledore never even dreamed of!"

"Oh, he thought about it," said Harry, looking at the slumped old man, "but he's far wiser than you and didn't do the things you did."

"You mean he's weak!" screamed Voldemort. "He's weak, he has no guts, he's weak and dare not take what was his - now mine!"

"No, he's smarter than you," Harry said, "a better wizard, a better man." Harry said quietly, "You thought you killed him just now , but it's all arranged by him, and he arranged everything together with the person you think is your servant."

"What a childish and ridiculous sleep talk!" said Voldemort, but he still did not strike, the red eyes staring at Harry's.

"Severus Snape is not your man," said Harry, "Snape is Dumbledore's man, long since you started hunting down my mother, He's Dumbledore's man. You never found out, because you don't understand that kind of thing. You never met Snape's Patronus, did you, Riddle?"

At this time, people noticed that Snape was also in their group, and for the first time there was a commotion in the crowd, and hundreds of people by the wall took a breath at the same time.

Voldemort did not answer. They continued to face each other in circles, like two wolves ready to tear each other to shreds.

"Harry," said Dumbledore in a bellows-like whistle, but the boy didn't hear him.

"Snape's Patronus is—a doe," said Harry, "like my mother's—"

"Harry!" exclaimed Dumbledore, "stop."

Harry closed his mouth, only to realize that Snape was still alive, and was staring at him with eyes that were several times more than hating Voldemort. But he noticed that Voldemort's nostrils suddenly opened, and said, "He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"

"He longed for her, that's all," said Voldemort with a sneer. "But after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world, purer blood, more worthy of him—"

"Of course he'll tell you that," said Harry, "but he's been Dumbledore's spy since the time you threatened my mother, and he's been against you ever since! Dumbledore! Bridor and Snape orchestrated that suspended animation and played you like an idiot."

"That doesn't matter!" screamed Voldemort, listening intently to every word Harry said, when a burst of wild laughter burst out, "Snape is mine. People are still Dumbledore's people, and it doesn't matter what little stumbling blocks they want to put in my way! I destroyed them like your mother, Snape's so-called great love! Oh, But that's telling, Potter, but you won't understand!"

"Dumbledore prevented me from getting the Elder Wand! He wanted Snape to be the real master of the Elder Wand! But I got ahead of you, little boy—before you could Got the wand, and before you woke up, I knew the truth. I killed Severus Snape three hours ago, and now the Elder Wand, Death Rod, Destiny Rod are mine! Dunn Bridore's last plan is gone, Harry Potter!"

"Really?" This time it wasn't just Harry who laughed, the students at Hogwarts laughed and cheered, and a few daring students even looked at Snee teasingly general. They made a gap, hoping that Voldemort would take a good look at the "servant" he had killed.

"See?" Harry said. "What you thought was dead, what you thought was your servant, was our plan. You should pay for your viciousness and arrogance. And I'm willing to give you one more chance, Riddle. Before you kill me, I suggest you think about what you've done... think about it, try to do some confession, Riddle..."

"What does this mean?"

Of all the things Harry said to Voldemort, both revealing the truth and cynicism, not a word shocked Voldemort so much. Harry saw his pupils shrink into two narrow slits, and saw the skin around his eyes pale.

"This is your last chance," said Harry, "your only chance...I've seen you go unrepentant...be brave...try...try...try to confess... "

"How dare you—?" said Voldemort again.

"Yes, I dare," said Harry, "because Dumbledore's plan had no unintended consequences for me at all, but it did for you, Riddle."

Voldemort's hand holding the Elder Wand trembled, and Harry clutched Draco's wand tightly. He knew that moment was coming.

"Don't try to kill Snape now, Riddle. Because even if you did, the wand still wouldn't quite listen to you. Because you got it wrong. Severer Snape wasn't the real master of the Elder Wand at all, he didn't beat Dumbledore at all. Whether Dumbledore died or feigned death, he would be the last real master of the wand! If all goes according to plan, the wand will still belong to him, for no one has ever won a wand from him!"

"But, Potter, Dumbledore gave me the wand!" Voldemort's voice trembled with malicious pleasure, "I stole the wand from the grave! I violated its last The will of a master brought it out! Its power belongs to me!"

"You still don't get it, Riddle? It's not enough to get a wand! Holding it, using it, doesn't make it really yours. You didn't hear Ollivander Wands choose wizards... Dumbledore's wand recognized a new owner before he let it go, and that person didn't even touch it. The new owner removed the wand from his hand against Dumbledore's will, he didn't even touch it Not knowing what he did, not knowing that the most powerful wand in the world had allegiance to him..."

Voldemort's chest was heaving violently, and Harry could feel the spell rushing up, feeling the spell gather force in the wand pointed at the door in his face.

"The real owner of the Elder Wand is Draco Malfoy."

Voldemort's face showed blank consternation, but it was fleeting.

"But what does that matter?" he whispered. "Even if you're right, Potter, what does it matter to you and me? You don't have that phoenix feather anymore. Wands, no twin cores. We're dueling only by skill... When I kill you, then I'll deal with Draco Malfoy's..."

"But you're too late," said Harry, "you missed your chance. I got a head start, I beat Draco Malfoy a few weeks ago, and this wand I've made from He took it from him. Or can I surprise you more, are you 100% sure Malfoy is yours?