Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"I'll kill them myself, but before I set out to kill them, I have one problem to solve. Neither of the two wands I've used against Harry Potter, my yew wand, Still Lucius's wand, it lost its effect when facing Potter. It's not that there is a problem with the power, but there is a problem with the wand. I need a third wand, Severus, the Elder Wand, the Fate Wand, and the Death Rod , I took it from the grave of its former owner, Albus Dumbledore."

Chapter 1774 Snape's Memory

Hearing the Elder Wand, Snape finally looked up at Voldemort, whose face was a death mask, pale and frozen as marble.

"Owner……"

"You're a smart man, Severus, and you know what I need."

The black mist around Voldemort's body boiled in the air and enveloped Snape.

Snape seemed to flinch, but let the mist engulf him.He felt something, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Master, your strength..."

"My power is not enough, Severus, not enough! I need the help of the Elder Wand, which will help me kill Potter, and help me control the Staff of the Two Serpents to become truly immortal, but the problem is, the Elder Wand cannot The earth works for me, because I am not its true master."

The black mist completely enveloped Snape, and the only trace of blood on his face disappeared.

He seemed to feel his fate, and he knew that he could not escape.

"I can't hold the Elder Wand, and we all know why!" said Voldemort coldly. "The Elder Wand belonged to the wizard who killed its previous owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. As long as you live, The Elder Wand can't really be mine."

"Master!" Snape said in panic, raising his wand, but the darkness surrounding him took hold of him, and as soon as his hand holding the wand was raised, it fell heavily again.

"You have been a good and faithful servant, Severus, and I regret what had to happen. Your death will help me conquer this wand! Conquer this wand, and ultimately conquer this world."

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand high!

Snape's black eyes were wide open, looking in vain at the green light that was attacking him, until it was completely occupied by green.

……

Alvin hovered in the thick fog and lost his way.This place made him feel very uncomfortable, and the surroundings were full of the breath of death.

That's not all, he could feel that danger was approaching in the mist!

Those monsters created by Voldemort, monsters more terrifying than dementors.Where he couldn't see, the cold mist crept into their windpipes with a screeching sound.They devour joy, hope, warmth, and life.

As the mist filled, Aiwen felt that his life was trying to pass, he slammed the air with his wand, and the patron saint appeared again, and it circled Aiwen in a circle, dispelling the thick fog around him.

The dense fog receded, and the monsters hidden in it disappeared.But these are not enough, he must get out of here as soon as possible and return to reality.

Ivan felt it carefully, this is the different space created by Voldemort.Compared with Haierbo's space, this space is still an unfinished version. It is not divorced from the real world, and it is a space formed by the magic power of the double snake staff.

Therefore, it can be crushed with stronger magic power.Ivan quickly discovered the abnormality, and he raised his wand and waved it to a place.

The light emanating from the patron saint became stronger and stronger.It rushed towards the direction Ivan was pointing at, there was a sound of glass breaking, the thick fog and the space created by Voldemort disappeared, Ivan returned to the real world, he was still in front of the tower.

On the tower not far away, green light gathered at the tip of the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand.Snape fell at his feet, lost control of his body, about to be hit by the Killing Curse.

Ivan commanded the Patronus to rush over quickly, and it collided with Voldemort's Killing Curse.

In the next second, the green light still passed through his Patronus, passed through the white light, and hit Snape.

He fell to the ground without a sound.

"Ivan Mason!" Voldemort turned to look at Ivan, his scarlet eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "It's not your turn yet, but it won't be long...the next one is Harry Potter!"

Ivan flew forward quickly and shot a curse at Voldemort, but Voldemort's body disappeared out of thin air.Only Snape was left lying on the ground, and under the shadow of the faint green light, he lay there soundlessly, losing all vitality.

Ivan leaned over to help him up, the Patronus Curse could not stop the Killing Curse, but if he was the owner of the Elder Wand, his Patronus Curse would make Voldemort's Killing Curse ineffective.

In other words, Snape was not dead.

There is such a possibility!

Aiwen is not sure, after all, no one has ever tried this situation, and there is no book about it, but he is the master of the old wand, and his magic is higher than that of other wizards who use that wand , even Voldemort's Killing Curse, is no exception.

Ivan checked Snape's situation...

There is also a heartbeat, although it is very weak and almost disappears, but he is not dead!

Ivan took out a bottle of recovery potion and poured it into Snape, who opened his eyes weakly.

"professor!"

Snape tried to speak, but nothing came out.A silver-blue substance, neither gas nor liquid, came out of his mouth, ears, and eyes. Those were his memories.

It can be seen from his expression that he hopes that Ivan will give this memory to Harry.

Ivan fished them into the potion bottle with his wand. He probably knew what these were, memories of Snape and Dumbledore's plans, and his memories of Harry's mother.

"I'll give them to Harry," Ivan said.

The light in Snape's eyes faded, and he closed them again.

Ivan took out another bottle of potion and fed it to Snape, but he soon had no time to care about Snape, and he felt the magic power around him changing rapidly.

The intensity of magic power is increasing at an unimaginable speed, and they are pouring out from all directions.

Not just the room in front of you, but the entire space.

Boom...boom...boom...

Space is vibrating at a certain frequency, just like a heartbeat.It's not just this tower that shakes, but the entire space...

No, the whole world.

Voldemort activated the ultimate magic, and he was about to become the evil god.

……

In the dense fog, Harry kept falling. He shouted the names of Ivan and Sirius, but got no response.He didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't think about it.

Harry's scar hurt like hell, and he could feel Voldemort's power growing rapidly.

However, he was also powerless to worry about it at this time.A bone-chilling chill enveloped him, and the monster hidden deep in the thick fog was approaching. He no longer had the strength to summon the Patronus, and he could no longer control his trembling body.

Amidst the weird and piercing voice, Harry's life was rapidly draining.

He knew that he was going to die!

It was ironic that he was ready to die, but he thought he would die in a fair duel with Voldemort, just like his father did back then, instead of being killed by an unknown monster like now.

Chapter 1775 The mission is death

Finally, Harry hit the ground.

Surrounded by countless corpses, piled up into mountains, there are all kinds of creatures.

Harry was one of them, lying face down, listening to the silence.

Although there were so many dead bodies around him, Harry didn't feel frightened.He lay there quietly, like the surrounding fog, the ground was soft, and it didn't hurt at all when he fell on it, only one place made his ribs hurt.

Harry quickly realized that it was the Snitch.

Snitch, Resurrection Stone...

final moments...

Harry's feeble fingers fumbled for a moment in the leather pouch around his neck, and pulled the Snitch out.

I open at the end.

Harry stared down at the Snitch, breathing fast and heavily.Now he hoped that time would pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up. He seemed to realize it without thinking, this is the end, it's time.

He pressed the golden metal surface to his lips and said softly, "I'm going to die."

The metal casing cracked.

A black stone appeared in his hand, with a tooth-like crack on it.

The crack runs straight down the symbol representing the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the Invisibility Cloak and the stone are still legible.

Although it was so dark here, Harry recognized the sign immediately.

He remembered the stories Hermione had read about the Deathly Hallows, and had another epiphany.

At this moment, he is going to die.

It was no longer important to raise the dead, he was to be one of them.It was not he who was calling them, but they were calling him away.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hand.Perhaps, he could see Dumbledore like Ivan, Harry thought.

Frail bodies appeared around him, neither ghosts nor flesh and blood.It's kind of like Riddle, that kind of memory that almost becomes physical.

They are not as real as the bodies of living people, but much more real than ghosts.

There are many people with such loving smiles on their faces.They surrounded him, giving Harry his final warmth.Not the warmth of temperature, but the comfort of the soul.

Among those who were summoned back, there was no Dumbledore, but his parents.

James was nearly as tall as he was, in the clothes he had died in, with messy hair and glasses a little askew, like Mr. Weasley.

Lily brushed her long hair back and walked closer to Harry, her same green eyes staring hungrily at Harry's face as if she could never get enough of them.

They were all talking to him, giving him final encouragement.Harry waited for them to take him away, which was better than dying alone in the dark.As he thought about it, a strange voice came into it.

"stand up!"

The 15-year-old Riddle suddenly appeared in the crowd, and he was looking up at the sky.

"Riddle!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"I said, get up, he's coming!" said Riddle, 15, without looking at Harry. "You've got to fight."

Harry froze for a moment, and immediately realized who Riddle was talking about who needed to fight. He hurriedly asked, "Can I defeat Voldemort?"

"No, but at least you will die with dignity." Riddle said coldly.

Harry looked at him incredulously, his mind went blank for a moment.

"Don't stare at me like that, I don't know how much you know about your mission."

"my task?"

"Yes, your mission, you must die in his hands." Riddle continued, "Dumbledore left Snape to guide you, I am the last insurance, if you understand..."

"I don't understand!" Harry yelled.

Although he had guessed before, it was the first time he heard someone tell him so clearly that Dumbledore actually wanted him dead... To be honest, it was really hard to accept.

"Why do I have to die..."

"Because you are a Horcrux! A Horcrux accidentally created by Voldemort, similar to the Weasley boy, but deeper, fused to your soul." Riddle said quickly, without caring Harry's feelings, "The reason Dumbledore won't tell you anything is because he has a bigger plan. The chosen boy is just chosen to die. You don't understand? That's because you are too Stupid, that's why I didn't see it."

Harry looked at Riddle in disbelief, and it hit him hard.

"Destroy the final Horcrux, this is the task he left you, and it is also my task." Riddle continued, "We must cut off Voldemort's last connection with life! You are now the last Horcrux, When you finally rush to face Voldemort and let him give you an Avada Kedavra, the ending will be clean and complete. The work that should have been done back in Godric's Hollow is really over: no one survives, no one Survive. In short, your death will defeat Voldemort, understand?"

Harry tried hard to digest these, and all his previous guesses were all confirmed.And the reality is far more cruel than he imagined.

He finally knew that the length of his life was always determined by how long it took to destroy the Horcrux.Dumbledore entrusted him with the task of destroying the Horcruxes, and he obediently continued to weaken the link that connected not only Voldemort's life, but his own!

How concise, how crisp!

Don't waste any more lives, entrust this dangerous task to a boy who is destined to die, and his death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.

This is Harry's fate!

Dumbledore gave him the last task, and he knew that Harry would not escape and would go to the end.Although that was the end of him, because Dumbledore had tried to understand Harry, hadn't he?Voldemort knew, and Dumbledore knew, that once Harry found out he had the strength to stop him, he would not allow others to die for him.

It was really hard to accept, but it was so natural... If this was his mission, then Harry could only choose to accept it.

Even if this mission is death!

"Take out the wand, he is here, put the resurrection stone away, don't let him see me." Riddle said, his body disappeared.

A green magic light appeared in the air, and Voldemort appeared out of nowhere, looking down at Harry, who was down from a high position, as if he was sizing him up.

The lipless mouth writhed in an odd, sombre smile.

"Harry Potter!" he said, in a voice that hissed and sputtered like fire.

"The Boy Who Lived."

Voldemort raised his wand, wrapping his tentacle-like left hand around the handle.

Harry knew that that moment was coming. If death was inevitable, he would no longer think about Riddle. He knew what he was going to do. Under the watchful eyes of his parents and relatives, he raised his hand to Voldemort in response. wand.

He didn't have any fear, he wanted to be like his father... The next second, a flash of green light hit Harry, and everything disappeared.