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Chapter 461 Because of Love
Chapter 461 Because of Love
Voldemort was inevitably flustered.
Although one more wound would still not cause any damage to him, there were no organs or blood vessels in his body for a long time, so it was not fatal or affected, the only problem was that it was a bit ugly.
But just a few holes are much cuter than the shape of the body transformed by black magic.
But, the meaning is different.
In his vision, it shouldn't have been like this. Facing Harry alone, he should win heartily, even if he was as cunning as a mouse, he would only spend some extra time.
I was injured.
Is he really his natural enemy?The doomed one in the prophecy?
He really didn't want to think and doubt like this.
But in my life, the few rare failures, one after another, were all because of this Potter.
Magic is the power of the mind.
His wavering was reflected in magic power.
In the cage, the white aura that symbolized him began to become less firm, wobbly, and began to shrink back under the golden aura that represented Harry.
This is the vein of magic.
Not only could Harry see clearly, but the powerful physical qualities given to him by the witcher could also easily catch the loopholes in the veins that appeared in an instant.
This mentions in combat.
That was Voldemort's shocking discovery that he was much more vulnerable to Harry's attack when he had only a small suspicion in his mind.
It was obviously the same offensive as before.
I even used more magic power.
But these all suddenly lost their effect.
Bai Shuang was closer to Harry, almost entangled with him, but just a little bit, still unable to capture Harry's body.
So is magic.
Every time, just the right offset.
Harry stepped briskly, the sword twirling in his hand, time and time again, tearing open Voldemort's defense, leaving a hole or a hideous scar on his body.
Hoarfrost was tyrannical, and the green light diffused.
A manic wind swept across the entire cage.
But Harry was like a dancer, walking in the gap of the wind, with a touch of the wand, the Transfiguration spell intertwined and hit the hoarfrost, and was swallowed by the hoarfrost in the blink of an eye, stirring up a huge puff of smoke.
And in the misty smoke and dust, suddenly slashed with the long sword, stabbing Voldemort in the lower abdomen.
His stomach almost popped out of the skylight.
Voldemort gritted his teeth.
No, we can't go on like this.
Each of Harry's attacks was not fatal, but this time, adding together, he finally felt weak.
That kind
Weakness that strikes from the depths of the soul.
He gripped his wand tightly and looked at Harry, at the slightly bulging veins on his temples.
Everything changed from those two bottles of potions.
Maybe he really researched something incredible.
And
Voldemort turned his head slightly and looked out of the cage. Half of the Wild Hunt knights had been eliminated, but no reinforcements had arrived—those who were still fighting to the death were all branded by himself with the Dark Mark on them.
The situation is not in your favor.
It can't go on like this.
Voldemort raised his wand and cast a spell towards the top of the cell.
The tyrannical magic power poured over.
There was a bang, a loud explosion.
The cage was blasted, but in an instant, those deformed creations that were blasted suddenly twisted.
Voldemort's hunch was right.
Harry and Dumbledore had indeed tampered with the prison bars.
Those lions opened their jaws wide and bit at Voldemort. He did not hesitate to use his magic to push back, just like a flame meeting gunpowder, and with a bang, it exploded violently in the rapid expansion.
One sound after another, Voldemort was blown dizzy.
Harry seized the opportunity, leaned closer, and swung his sword towards his right arm.
Easily tear flesh and chop bones.
Voldemort didn't fight back, he continued to cast spells, flew out from the gap in the prison, and fled quickly towards the distance.
escape?
Harry was taken aback, a little surprised that Voldemort would make such a choice when the situation was not completely in his favor.
Did he no longer believe in himself so much in failure after failure?
With a wave of the wand.
The prison twisted and changed, turning into a giant steel python chasing him.
Awakening in the palace.
Snape stared at Voldemort's tiny shadow, frowning.
But he didn't hesitate too long.
With a wave of his wand, the window sill in front of him twisted and widened, black smoke billowed around him, dragged him into the air, and flew towards Voldemort.
16 years ago, he was terrified.
Is this time going to be the same as it was 16 years ago?
During the flight, he chanted a spell and aimed at his left arm.
He has been thinking about how to untie it, and he has already prepared in his heart, and even trained many times in private, and he is extremely proficient at this time.
One last spell.
God has no shadow.
The invisible edge gushed out from the wand, almost as sharp as time and words, it was cut down easily, and fell to the ground together with the rain.
After thinking for a moment, Snape still floated it up and held it in his hand.
He wanted to return the thing to Voldemort himself.
Regardless of this arm, or the Dark Mark on it.
Voldemort had noticed this side a long time ago, and he knew who that person was before even meeting him.
That magic was all too familiar.
It is the magic that is researched by oneself, enough to support the wizard's flight.
Among the Death Eaters, there are not many who can be used.
Not even Crouch.
only one person.
Black light and white light meet.
Voldemort had to stop, and said a name: "Severus Snape."
Snape stopped, too, and looked at him silently.
"You betrayed me." Voldemort said calmly, but without hesitation.
He didn't call Snape.
At this moment, he appeared here, except for this possibility, he couldn't think of anything else.
"Severus, I trust you so much."
"But you still chose Dumbledore and Potter. What did they promise you?"
Voldemort looked inexplicably sad.
Snape shook his head and said softly, "I didn't choose Albus or Potter, I just chose myself."
"Choose yourself?" Voldemort sighed lightly, "then you shouldn't betray me."
As he spoke, he paused: "Even if you betrayed me, you shouldn't be with Potter and Dumbledore."
"Because of what?"
Snape spoke, his voice was weak, but firm and powerful, entrusting the weight of his life: "Because of love."
Love?
Voldemort was taken aback, and became uncontrollably annoyed.
It's that word again!
Another ridiculous reason!
Since my first failure, I have been repeating and repeating this word in Lily, Dumbledore, Potter, and Grindelwald.
"because of love!"
what is love?That's not even a spell!
Or
Does this thing really exist?
Voldemort's eyes twisted, staring at Snape.
But why, again and again, hear such ridiculous things from their mouths.
Even Snape said that now.
(End of this chapter)