v2 Chapter 1773： final use

Ai Wen's Patronus Charm flew forward, dispelling the icy darkness around them. They were already close to Voldemort at this time. Apart from these monsters, there was nothing to stop them, and there was no point in continuing to hide their figures. Voldemort is not an enemy that can be solved by sneak attack and assassination, and Aiwen did not intend to assassinate Voldemort.

He has his own plan!

His Patronus broke through the obstruction of darkness, and then, Sirius and Harry's Patronus appeared in turn. Under the protection of the patron saint, they quickly approached the tower in front of them.

Under the silver light, Ai Wen even saw the figure of Voldemort.

He was standing in a room glowing with a faint green light, the flat, snake-like face was facing them, a layer of black mist shrouded his body, exuding an evil aura.

undefinedThe real decisive battle is about to begin!

Ai Wen was excited and rushed over at a faster pace. The expected attack did not appear, but the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Just as he was about to rush up the tower, a strange magic power struck from the tower.

This magic power instantly enveloped Ai Wen, and the icy darkness became the only color again.

The tower and Voldemort all disappeared, and Aiwen stopped his broom blankly, looked around, and found himself in a strange space, and the stars in the sky also lost their light.

The mist is coming from all directions!

Ai Wen immediately reacted. This was the magic of the double snake rod. He left the real world and entered the different space dominated by Voldemort.

...........

Above the tower, Voldemort looked coldly at Hogwarts in the distance.

A layer of constantly changing black mist shrouded his body, exuding a chilling icy aura. A wand, wrapped in a tentacle-like thing, held up to his chest.

The tentacles were covered with black scabs, like rotten flesh that had been soaked in water for a long time.

It went all the way under Voldemort's robes, where his left hand should have been.

His pale, long-fingered right hand was gently stroking the wand.

At Voldemort's feet, Snape knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, "Master, their resistance is disintegrating..."

"You don't get credit for this," Voldemort said in his high, clear voice. "I'm disappointed in your performance, and I'm disappointed in the performance of the other Death Eaters. We've had too many chances, long overdue. To catch those two boys, not to wait until tonight, even cost me my most important servant."

"Owner..."

"Disappointed, but as expected, as early as the night I failed to escape sixteen years ago, I realized that you were unreliable. Only greater power will allow me to go further," said Voldemort.

"Master, I will prove my usefulness and let me go out and bring you Potter and Mason," said Snape quickly. "I know I can find them, Master, please."

"There's no need to look for it," said Voldemort slowly. "They'll deliver it themselves, and that's their only chance to prevent me from becoming immortal. And I know their weaknesses, especially Potter, who someone like him has. A big flaw, unwilling to watch others get knocked down around him, will stop at nothing. In fact, I can already feel their breath, approaching, that nasty magic... "

As soon as his voice fell, a huge white light appeared outside the tower.

"They're coming!" said Voldemort, turning immediately outside the tower. "It's just in time. Those two boys are the best witnesses, and I will use their souls as a guide to become the supreme gods. I'm still a little short. I'm about to do it, it's just a little... nothing can stop me, I need more strength."

As if responding to him, on the altar in the center of the room, the two snakes on the double snake staff suddenly opened their eyes, and they slowly shook their heads, and the magic runes around them emitted a faint green light.

The green light spreads around, the runes light up one by one, and soon the entire room is lit up.

"Magic, I need more!"

The green light emitted by the double snake sticks became stronger and stronger, and the two snakes turned into phantoms and floated in the air.

Snape stared at the scepter in horror. He saw a dark crack emerge from the light and shadow above the scepter, and a powerful magic power emanated from there, as if something was about to come out.

Strange magic power spreads all around. The white light outside the tower disappeared, and darkness enveloped the world again.

"Ah, what a power that will help me become truly immortal."

Voldemort sensed the magic in the air, and the black mist swayed around him.

"Master, I don't understand you!" Snape said terrified.

All he heard was Voldemort hissing and sighing, like a snake-like sound.

Then, the magic is activated. He didn't know what kind of magic this was, whether it could be the magic of becoming the evil god, he just had some guesses.

That mighty force made him gasp for breath. Snape didn't dare to act rashly, he could feel Voldemort staring at him.

"This is Parseltongue, an ability that only true descendants of Slytherin are entitled to. It is the magic engraved in my blood, and it is a symbol of my uniqueness," said Voldemort, the red eyes all around him. Pale shimmers flickered under the rune green light.

"Master, you are so powerful and have the power to make me look up."

"You're right, you're witnessing great history. The wizarding world is going to change forever from today." Voldemort raised his voice, raising his elder wand in his tentacled left hand in front of Snape. Shaking, "But now there's a little question, why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

"Master?" said Snape blankly. "I don't understand..."

"The wand, I mean the wand!" Voldemort interrupted. "I need it, and I will use this wand to kill those two boys as my first step to immortality."

"I don't understand, Master, let me go out and help you catch those two boys."

"It's not them that matters, it's you, Severus," said Voldemort. "You used to be valuable to me, but you're useless now, except for the last..."

"Let me go, I know I can..."

"I told you, no!" said Voldemort, raising his voice. The black gap on the double snake rod suddenly expanded, and the magic became unstable.

"I'll kill them myself, but before I set off to kill them, I have a problem. Neither of the two wands I use will work against Harry Potter, neither my yew wand, Or Lucius' wand, it didn't work in the face of Potter, not the power problem, but the wand problem, I need a third wand, Severus, Elder Wand, Destiny Wand, Death Rod , I brought it from the grave of its previous owner, Albus Dumbledore."