[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"I'm a little surprised," Snape pinched himself secretly, trying to calm himself down, he bent slightly, "Although I'm taking the liberty, I still want to ask..."

"Under?" Voldemort looked at him with interest, "I remember you as my most loyal servant."

"I am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord," said Snape, looking justly wary, "and I have just returned from him."

"Why can there only be one Dark Lord?" The young Voldemort blinked. "Whoever wins, it's up to him."

Snape laughed wildly as if hearing something absurd, and Voldemort looked at him calmly.

"I know what you are," said Snape, stopping his laugh, and said seriously, "maybe you know... some Dark Lord who lives in a diary?"

Voldemort smiled noncommittally.

"He was destroyed three years ago. I think you should be more cautious," Snape said in a respectful tone, even with a hint of disapproval, "Master has recovered his body, His strength is stronger than ever - we all have the same goal, no matter what the reason is, you should not cause unnecessary trouble to the master at this time."

"Tsk tsk tsk... it's so sad," Voldemort's expression was inscrutable. "Am I not your master? When you knelt at my feet and swore an oath, I branded you—"

"Then let this mark play its due role." Snape pulled up his sleeves without hesitation, his face expressionless, "I have no right to judge your actions, if the Dark Lord agrees with your thoughts, humble Naturally obey."

His fingers pressed against the Dark Mark without pausing.

"Crack!"

The purple mist above his head suddenly condensed, and a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, knocking Snape staggering.

He half-knelt in embarrassment, propped his hands on the ground, and looked up at Voldemort in disbelief.

"You are a wise man, Severus. Lord Voldemort likes wise men," said Voldemort, narrowing his eyes slightly. "But too much of a cleverness is stupid—the Dark Lord will show you what you want to know... But the Dark Lord doesn't accept threats, understand?"

"As you said, the strong have the right to speak."

There was more sincere admiration in Snape's expression, he still looked at the young Voldemort with some doubts, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He didn't really want to summon Voldemort, he was just betting that the Dark Lord in front of him didn't want to see the Dark Lord in Malfoy Manor now, even though they came from the same source.

Things are getting more and more complicated.

He's trapped in this wacky ward, facing a younger version of Voldemort who's clearly dependent; an outsider Voldemort with a physical body gets his hands on the Elder Wand; and Hogwarts now has next to zero defenses.

When will Dumbledore come back? !

Snape dealt with Voldemort in front of him calmly, anxious inside.

"If it's like you said, who wins, whoever wins, then with all due respect..." Snape paused subtly, "Your odds of winning don't seem to be very high, but the one who owns the legendary Elder Wand — invincible."

"Do you know where this is, Severus?"

Snape's provocation had no effect, Voldemort smiled knowingly, and suddenly asked him an unrelated question.

"I...I don't know."

"Guess what?" Voldemort looked very smug, like a child who couldn't wait to show off to others, "I think you should have heard of a curse that has been passed down in this school for a long time-about the one that Lord Voldemort once failed to apply for. course."

"The great Salazar Slytherin, my ancestor..."

The purple mist above his head was rolling, and with a strong pressure, Voldemort opened his hands to the purple mist all over the sky, with a fascinated look on his face.

"The power of thousands of years has been handed down to this day, and it still has such power, but that idiot has forgotten it!"

"Although the Elder Wand is powerful, it is just icing on the cake compared with the power of Slytherin that has been handed down for thousands of years-the original owner of that wand was my ancestor-Salazar Slytherin!"

Voldemort waved his hand lightly, and the light suddenly shone under his feet. It was a huge array pattern carefully outlined with complicated silver lines. Snape had never seen such an array pattern before, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Umbridge walked to the magic circle with rustling steps on eight feet, her eyes were full of confusion, and she seemed to have completely lost her sanity.

Voldemort stroked Umbridge's neck like a horse, took her wand, waved it lightly, and a small glass bottle and a piece of parchment floated to the ground. Together with Umbridge, they were in the magic circle. Surrounding Voldemort in a half-moon shape.

"At that time, he vaguely sensed it, but he couldn't get in. He put me in a locket and asked me to remember... I have been searching hard for so many years, but he put the greatness we pursue Existence is left behind!"

Voldemort's figure became clearer and clearer, he gracefully fiddled with the wand in his hand, and there was a wicked light in his eyes.

"You will witness the resurrection of the greatest Dark Lord who ever lived," Voldemort said to the stunned Snape. "Get down on your knees."

Snape knelt down on one knee without hesitation and saluted respectfully, "Master."

"I like smart people. Smart people always know the times," Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, "knowing which side to choose."

"Father's bone, servant's flesh, enemy's blood... Severus, my loyal servant, will you offer your flesh to the Dark Lord?"

"I—of course I would, it would be my honor, Master," said Snape, whose dark eyes were fixed on the magic circle without emotion, his face pale, "but you need two other things. The boy At school, the boy who is destined to hinder you - please let me go and bring him for you, I..."

"You still have greater value." Voldemort stared enigmatically into Snape's eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Just kidding, the Dark Lord has already made complete preparations. As for the servant's meat...we have something more suitable."

Voldemort stretched out his hand lazily, and Umbridge crouched on the ground with a smirk, looking at Voldemort with admiration.

"The Dark Lord needs a loyal servant, who is loyal and has a brain," Voldemort sighed loudly, "This woman is so stupid, a few sweet words can make her trust me wholeheartedly, and she can only think about climbing. I will help her get to the top... of course, I will."

The silver magic circle began to spin, and the speed became faster and faster, and a beam of light rose into the sky.

In the bright beam of light, Voldemort pressed his lips to Umbridge's very tenderly. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, and she began to struggle, but she was powerless to resist.

The handsome man didn't seem to notice this, he closed his eyes in a trance, the purple mist began to gather around him, his body gradually became clear and real.

Can't bring him back to life successfully!

Snape stood up abruptly, not caring about revealing his identity, he waved his wand recklessly, and instantly fired a large number of spells at Voldemort in the beam of light.

"Fractured!"

"Quickly imprisoned!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

To his desperation, all the spells hit the beam of light like mud cows into the sea, disappearing without a sound, not even touching half of Voldemort's clothes.

The last light in Umbridge's eyes went out, her body shriveled, her eight feet slipped, and she fell to the ground, turning into a skeleton.

In just a few breaths, the purple mist completely disappeared in Voldemort's body, and the beam of light disappeared, replaced by an evil aura rising into the sky.

The red eyes slowly opened, the supreme Dark Lord, descended!

Snape closed his eyes, his heart sank.

The Dark Lord will not let the traitor go, maybe today is his death day, and he has already made psychological preparations.

A bitter smile appeared on Snape's lips, and his eyes immediately became firm.

Dumbledore is coming back soon, we must hold him back!Harry will be safe only if he is held back!

"Master...Master," Snape squeezed his wand and backed away slowly with a panicked look on his face, "Forgive me, I... I'm too nervous—"

"Do you believe it yourself, Severus?"

Voldemort sneered, and waved his wand easily. Snape let out a scream, and flew far away as if being whipped by an invisible whip. A deep bloodstain appeared on his body, and his flesh was rolled.

"This is really a big surprise," Voldemort looked bitterly at Snape, who gritted his teeth and got up to face him in a fighting posture. "My old friend, why did you betray me?"

Snape took a deep breath and said nonchalantly, "My master is the Dark Lord, not you impostor."

"Lie!" Voldemort waved his wand angrily, causing Snape to roll on the ground, and curses fell on him.

"You have already taken refuge with Dumbledore," he said with affirmative tone. "The only question is... since when? One year ago? Two years ago? Ten years ago?"

Snape clenched his teeth and tried to stand up, but Voldemort flicked his wand easily, immobilizing him instantly.

With a cruel smile on his face, Voldemort slowly moved his wand through the void, and Snape felt a terrible pain running down his spine, as if it was being sliced ​​in two by a blunt knife.

"The Dark Lord accepts you, trusts you, and entrusts you with important things...but you repay him with betrayal! What good did Dumbledore do to you?"

Snape curled up in pain, severe pain penetrated his bone marrow, he twisted his mouth wide open, screamed silently, scratched the ground with ten fingers vigorously, his nails broke, leaving bloodstains.

"I don't know what you're talking about...I...my master is...the real...Dark Lord!"

"Precious loyalty...you really act like it," Voldemort nodded in admiration, and clapped his hands lightly. "Even he was played by you in the applause. It's amazing."

"I was a little confused when I stayed with that woman, but you acted too much...except for the extraordinary protection of the boy...I let her arrest the boy's friend, thinking that it would be Harry Potter, he wouldn't put his friends in danger and stay in a safe place, these days I know enough about his character...I can't touch him, but he will send himself to the door for his friends Come, it's you who didn't expect to come... Severus, you make me sad."

Enduring the severe pain, Snape raised his wand tremblingly, "Avada—"

Voldemort moved his fingers lazily, and Snape's wand flew far away.

As if to punish him for his resistance, another spell fell on him, much stronger than before, Snape twitched feebly and howled, his consciousness began to blur from the pain.

dying soon...

kill me...it hurts...kill me...

No... slow down... hang on for a while... delay him a little longer...

"It's time to end, Mr. Agent. The Dark Lord still has many important things to do," Voldemort's voice seemed to come from afar, and he waved his wand uninterestedly, "Avada—"

"No—disarm you!"

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, Harry's figure broke in suddenly, he sent a green light to the surprised Voldemort, Voldemort dodged sideways, and quickly counterattacked with a red light.

Harry had already taken the opportunity to drag Hermione and Snape and pushed them out fiercely, a white light flowed through the barrier, but it didn't stop them like before.

"Dobby! Take them away! Go—"

He didn't finish his sentence, and when Voldemort's Death Curse was about to hit Snape, Harry opened his arms to block them.

Those jewel-like green eyes widened blankly, Harry opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, and then he fell powerlessly to the ground, the life in his eyes had already lost.

"No… no! Harry—"

Snape stretched out his hand tremblingly in disbelief, but the space in front of him began to spin. He desperately resisted the suction of Apparation, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell into a coma.