I'm playing a big knife at HP

Severus Snape was outside the Hogwarts gate leading to Hogsmeade, among dozens of Death Eaters attacking the defensive magic on the wall.

He considered himself lucky.

Voldemort was very unhappy that he escaped before the army entered Hogwarts, but was not suspicious after seeing the memory of him fighting McGonagall.As he expected, Minerva McGonagall and several other deans raised their defenses in time.With the control of wizards, the magic defense of Hogwarts Castle can still last for a while.Voldemort made the command center in the Shrieking Shack.Snape really didn't understand the logic of this - wouldn't it be nice to have a drink in comfort at the Three Broomsticks?

In short, Snape is now mixing with dozens of Death Eaters and hundreds of werewolves, hoping that Dumbledore can figure out a solution quickly.

Sooner or later the defenses around Hogwarts would be breached.He was most worried about the dozen or so magic-immune giants—Snape managed to pass the news to Dumbledore almost under Voldemort's nose, but he couldn't imagine how to break the situation.

Hundreds of magic fireworks exploded on the protective cover of the outer wall of Hogwarts, making a huge explosion.Snape looked at the excited faces around him, waiting like wolves to break through Hogwarts and kill Harry Potter's meritorious Death Eaters, secretly thankful that he had learned to walk quickly-he could only Counting on Potter hiding, as always, and finding him before they did.

The night is already deep.In the dizzying flash of the spell, Snape saw a fair-haired wizard hurrying towards him.

"Lucius Malfoy!" Snape looked at the wounded wizard in front of him in surprise, "Why are you here? He—the master let you out?"

Old Malfoy spoke almost at the same time as him, and asked eagerly, "Did you see Draco?"

"No—at least not on the battlefield." Snape trailed off. "That's good news. Draco may still be in the castle."

"But it's not safe in the castle!" Lucius yelled anxiously, "You saw those giants coming too! The Dark Lord wouldn't care, even if all the Death Eater's children died in the castle, he wouldn't care! "

"Yes, but are you safe around you?" Snape said bluntly, "Why were you released?"

"He asked me to come—" Lucius gave him a complicated look, "He asked me to come to you, saying that he needed your services."

Snape frowned and nodded, "Then it seems we'd better go to the Screaming Shack at once."

"No, you don't understand, Severus." Lucius was pale, with a swollen eye socket that looked like a will-o'-the-wisp. "There's no 'us'. I'm not going."

Snape suspected he was hallucinating.

"I'm going to Hogwarts now to find my wife and son." Lucius had the madness of a desperado on his face.He didn't continue, but Snape understood - the Malfoys were ready to flee.Lucius Malfoy never intended to return to Voldemort's command.

Snape looked at the emaciated wizard in front of him.Of the two of them, one is a half-blood born in a slum, and the other is the only son of a big pure-blood family. If it wasn't for Hogwarts, they probably wouldn't have met in the slightest in their lifetime.

After today, there would probably be no Hogwarts Castle, and this might also be the last time he saw Lucius Malfoy.

"Okay!" Snape lowered his voice, "If the Dark Lord asks, I'll say that you were entangled in the field. This won't buy you much time, and you must leave England before today's battle is over. Snape looked around alertly, "I saw Narcissa just now, and she was heading towards the castle. Go, you don't have much time."

Lucius Malfoy looked at him complicatedly for a while, and said, "Thank you."

Snape nodded and turned to leave.

"and many more!"

He felt his arm being pulled.Snape turned his head and saw Lucius looking at him with a pale face, and lowered his voice extremely low: "Don't go."

"What?" Snape was genuinely confused.

"Don't go, Severus. Don't go to the Dark Lord." Lucius whispered in his ear, his voice barely audible over the shouts of killing and exploding spells, "when he said he needed your services, It doesn't look right. You trust me on that."

Snape looked into Lucius' gray eyes in horror.Old Malfoy gave him one last look, turned and ran towards Hogwarts Castle.

Snape clenched his fists, and an extremely dangerous premonition struck.

He believed what Malfoy said.Voldemort may have plans to punish him.It is undoubtedly dangerous to disobey the order, but if he obeys the order, he will be severely punished and will probably be unable to act.

Snape looked around. Every Death Eater was looking for Potter, and everyone would kill the boy the moment they saw him.

I have to go to the Dark Lord, but not now.

I must first find Harry Potter, tell him the truth, and bring him safely before the Dark Lord.

Snape made up his mind and tried to perceive Harry Potter's position again.Hogwarts' protective magic has a strong shielding effect, making his tracking curse intermittent, making it difficult to accurately know Potter's location.But this time, he felt it - Harry Potter was moving towards the Whomping Willow.Where the Whooping Willow's secret passage led, Snape knew all too well.

Now he had no choice.

Snape cursed and started for the Shrieking Shack.

When Snape arrived at the Shrieking Shack, Voldemort was holding the knotted wand up in front of his eyes to observe, and with the other hand hanging under the chair, he was stroking the coiled body of a great snake.

"Master, did you summon me?" Snape felt his hair stand on end, but he still spoke as calmly as possible.

"I have a problem, Severus," Voldemort said softly, holding his wand gracefully in his hand.

Snape thought he was going to punish himself for leaving Hogwarts early, and it was a bit of a surprise to hear him say that.

"Owner?"

"Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

Without acting, Snape looked genuinely dazed: "Master—Master? I don't understand. You—you used this wand to cast superb magic."

Voldemort said thoughtfully: "No, I only cast my usual magic. I am superb, but this wand... no. It does not show the miracles it should. This wand is the same as I did many years ago. Compared with the wand I bought from Ollivander, I can't feel any difference."

He thought for a while, and there was a bit of anger in his tone: "There is no difference."

Miracle?What is he saying?Snape recognized the oddly shaped wand in Voldemort's hand - he'd seen it in Dumbledore's.But does a wand that belongs to Dumbledore necessarily perform miracles?Snape felt a chill creeping up his skin, as if being blindfolded and led into a trap full of sharp knives.He couldn't figure it out.

"I've been thinking hard for a long time, Severus...do you know why I called you back from the battle?"

Snape avoided Voldemort, who was pacing around the room, and stared closely at the big snake wriggling on the ground.He couldn't look at Voldemort now, because his mind was uncontrollably guessing what was special about Dumbledore's wand. In this state, it was difficult for him to resist Voldemort's Legilimency.That ominous intuition was getting heavier and heavier.He barely erected his mind's defenses, relying on Occlumency to resist the inexplicable chill on his body: "I don't know, master, but I beg you to let me go back and let me find Potter."

He still made mistakes.He said "find", not "kill" Potter.A tense numbness spread from the spine to the fingertips in an instant.

I can explain, thought Snape, that Voldemort's deepest desire was to kill Harry Potter himself, and that he would be willing for me to bring the child to him.

Surprisingly, Voldemort paid no attention to his slip of the tongue.

"But, Severus, it's you I want to talk about, not Harry Potter. You were valuable to me, valuable."

once?The numbness and anxiety were gone, replaced by bone-chilling cold.

Severus Snape suddenly understood one thing - Lucius Malfoy's judgment was not wrong, it was him who was wrong.He thought that what awaited him was torture, but Voldemort was determined to kill him.

But why?

Voldemort's attitude can be called mild, which means that he has not exposed himself.

I can't give up, I still have tasks.Harry Potter is still out there, and he must know his fate and come before Voldemort alive.

He seized what was left of his mind and tried again: "Master knows I am willing to serve you. But—let me go find the boy, master. Let me bring him to you. I know I can -"

I must not die without knowing why.Martha is in the castle, and I haven't seen her yet.

Voldemort turned his head, his scarlet eyes piercing into Snape's.Snape erected his brain's defenses as fast as he could in his life.

"Why don't my two wands work against Harry Potter?"

Wand, wand, why does Voldemort keep mentioning the wand?What is so special about Dumbledore's wand?

How many special wands are there in the world?

Voldemort paced back and forth furiously, crunching the floorboards, the snake beside him hissing and sticking out its tongue.Voldemort gushed: "...failed both times. Ollivander told me about the twin cores under torture and told me to use someone else's wand. I did, but Lucius's The wand shattered as soon as it met Potter's wand..."

The wand—the wand!

Like lightning tearing through all the fog, Snape figured it out.

Yes, the most famous wand in the wizarding world has only one.When he was young, his mother also told him the "Story Collection of Beedou the Poet" before his bed.

"—the Elder Wand, the Fate Wand, the Deathclub. I took it from its former owner. I took it from Albus Dumbledore's grave."

I see.This is why I will be murdered.

But Voldemort was wrong, the owner of the Elder Wand was not him.

The reason why Voldemort didn't know that the owner of the Elder Wand should be Draco who attacked Dumbledore with the Disarming Charm was because Snape never told him.

Snape concealed Draco's weakness and hesitation at that moment, telling Voldemort that Draco Malfoy had faithfully carried out his orders, cornered Dumbledore, and it was up to him to deliver the final fatal blow.

He didn't know who the real owner of the Elder Wand was now—Dumbledore was still alive, and what had been disarmed was just a puppet.He didn't even know if the wand that Draco had knocked off was really the Elder Wand.

But Dumbledore knew everything.He is the only one who knows that the wand in his hand is the legendary wand of fate. He let Voldemort get his wand, and it is he who personally trapped me to my death today!

The anger of being betrayed and the despair before death overwhelmed Snape's sanity.No, you don't have to die today, the sharp voice in his heart screamed, Dumbledore designed you like this, why should you die for him?As long as he tells the secret that Dumbledore is still alive, at least his life can be saved, and like Lucius Malfoy, he will take his loved one away and fly away.

I can see Martha again.

——But if that's the case, I will really become a hopeless traitor, and I will never be able to see her again.

Snape knew he had only one way to go.He raised his submissively drooping head, straightened his half-bowed back, and for the first time actively looked at Voldemort with eyes that were not very awed.This evil wizard who can only be regarded as half-human killed Lily, killed Martha's family, and will kill more innocent people in the future.This dark wizard would slaughter an entire school of young wizards without hesitation, even his own subordinates.

He has a more important mission than his own life.Long ago, Snape had stopped working and fighting for the life he was supposedly owed to Dumbledore.

At the moment of making up his mind, Snape had a strange revelation - this revelation did not come from the mind, but a more mysterious instinct and intuition.He saw clearly the great, cruel wheel of fortune: the one that had engulfed him in endless tragedy, the one that had been creaking since the day he eavesdropped on the Three Broomsticks; the one that first crushed James to death. , next took away Lily's Wheel of Fortune.

He clearly saw its past, present and future trajectory.

Snape didn't know who the Elder Wand belonged to, maybe Draco, maybe Dumbledore, maybe even Harry Potter, but it couldn't be him anyway.

He also wanted to understand that he could hold his wand tightly to resist, but once Voldemort used the old wand to confront him, he would find that the old wand was not afraid of attacking himself.With the mind of the Dark Lord, once he finds out that he is not the real master of the Elder Wand, he will soon think of Draco, Harry Potter, and even more.

Snape was very alert since he was a child, but he was manipulated all his life, and even died without knowing why.However, at this moment, he saw more clearly than Dumbledore, Voldemort, and all the people who blindfolded him, how the wheel of fortune will run over this mighty monster, just like running over a bug .

Although now, this round will run over him first.

He knew that he was indeed going to die.Because fate does not reveal its trajectory to the living.

Snape wanted to laugh, to laugh at the fact that the Dark Lord, who thought he was immortal, would end up like himself.He also wanted to laugh at himself, he didn't want to live ten years ago, but he had to live for Potter; today he didn't want to die, but he had to die for Potter.He wanted to laugh even more, the Dark Lord thought that if he killed him, the Elder Wand would surrender.He really wanted to see Voldemort's expression when he took this wand to a duel with Dumbledore.

I have lied to Voldemort for more than ten years, and now I want to lie to him for the last time.This lie was perfect, because Voldemort would never have imagined that someone in the world was willing to use their lives to fill a lie.

He lowered his right hand, which was gripping his wand.

Following Voldemort's command, the big snake struck him like lightning.The snake's fangs dug into his neck, and there was severe pain.Snape didn't scream, but feebly pushed away the icy, scaly head and let himself fall to the ground.

He suddenly remembered a sentence that he couldn’t remember who whispered in his ear when he was young: “—He was led to the slaughter like a lamb, and like a sheep silently before the shearers—”

He heard Voldemort's grim voice: "I'm sorry."

His cheeks twitched in pain, otherwise he might not have been able to help laughing - Voldemort, Voldemort, you will soon be more sorry than you are now.

Life was bubbling from Snape's neck, and he raised his hand in vain to cover the wound that had punctured the aorta.The hot, thick, slimy liquid ran through his fingers with a scalp-tingling gurgling sound.This was his life, Severus Snape, and he couldn't stop his own life from being lost.

I'm afraid I must die today, but I don't want to die now.

As he lost blood, his body was starved of oxygen.His heart beat fast and desperately, struggling to get oxygen to his organs, and his breathing became involuntarily rapid—he never knew his body was trying so hard to stay alive.

But every contraction of the heart makes the blood rush out faster from the non-healing wound.He lay on the dusty floor, everything spinning before his eyes.He took out two small bottles of potion from his arms with blood-stained hands and poured them into his mouth. Because of the uncontrollable trembling, half of the potion was spilled.

He couldn't taste anything but blood, couldn't tell what he was touching, and could only pray that it was blood tonic and hemostatic.

Dumbledore is still alive, and even if I die, he will find a way to give Harry Potter the final message.So it's okay to let go now and sink into the arms of death.

But he doesn't want to.He wanted to vomit, and his whole body hurt. He had never felt so cold in his life, but he still didn't want to give up.

I'm dead, and she can still live well.

But I still want to see her one last time.Voldemort is about to die, I don't know if she is happy or not.

His spirit began to slacken and his body became heavier and heavier.In bursts of blackened vision, he saw Harry Potter emerging from under the cloak.

In the drama of fate, does it turn out that he has a last act?Since it is God's will, let me complete my task.

He held Harry Potter's front tightly, and brought the boy's face to his eyes.But he couldn't speak, and he couldn't concentrate to get the message into Harry's head - there was only one way.

He destroyed the gate, and memories poured from his mouth, eyes, and ears.

"Take...go...take...go..."

Potter put the memory in the bottle.

Snape let go of him, hung his head - done.

He has been unable to maintain his sanity.The organs in his whole body began to fail, and he was overwhelmed by incomparable pain, but there was a small obsession in his heart that wouldn't let him go to sleep——I want to see her again.

But his blood was about to run dry, no matter how strong his will was, he couldn't send oxygen to his brain out of thin air.Maybe he will be unconscious in less than ten seconds, and he will be completely dead in a minute or two, but Martha doesn't know where.Besides, Snape didn't really want her to see him as he was now.Death, especially such a bloody death, has no dignity.

There is another way.

Snape looked hard into the boy's face.In a daze, Lily and James came to him.They were very young, still wearing school robes.Lily smiled, and even James had a gentle expression on his face.

Lily, my debt is finally paid off.No more debts to you, old bastard Potter.

Let me fulfill my last wish.

"look at me……"

In a moment of flashback, his concentration miraculously returned.He looked into those green eyes and used his last Legilimency.

A beautiful face, smiling at Potter as he remembered it.The five senses became weak, and he vaguely heard Ron Weasley's voice: "...someone is coming, go quickly..." Then there were footsteps going away.

He was lying alone in a pool of blood, his sanity gradually sinking into nothingness, but the last thing he thought of was a smile as bright as the Sicilian sunshine, and his heart was peaceful, content, and even warm.

It's not lonely to die like this.

Then his consciousness fell into darkness.

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