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v2 Chapter 1774: Snape's memory

Hearing the Elder Wand, Snape finally looked up at Voldemort, his face as a dead man's mask, pale and solid 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 shrouded Snape away.

Snape seemed to want to back down, but let the black fog cover him anyway. He felt something, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

undefined"Master, your power..."

"I'm not strong enough, Severus, not enough! I need the Elder Wand, it will help me kill Potter, help me control the Twin Serpent Wands to be truly immortal, but the problem is, the Elder Wand doesn't work well work for me because I am not its true owner."

The black mist completely shrouded Snape, and the little blood on his face disappeared.

He seemed to sense his fate, and he knew he couldn't escape.

"I can't get hold of the Elder Wand, and we all know why!" said Voldemort coldly. "The Elder Wand belongs 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!" said Snape hastily, raising his wand, but the darkness around him took hold of him, and his wand-holding hand fell hard as soon as it was raised.

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

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand high!

Snape's dark eyes were wide open, staring in vain at the green light that hit him until it was completely taken over by green.

Ai Wen hovered in the thick fog and lost his direction. The place made him feel very uncomfortable, and the smell of death was all around him.

This is not all, he can feel that danger is approaching in the fog!

Those monsters created by Voldemort, those monsters that are more terrifying than Dementors. Where he couldn't see, the icy mist screeched into their windpipes and screeched. They devour joy, hope, warmth, and life.

As the mist filled, Ai Wen felt that his life was fading away, he slammed the air with his wand, and the Patronus appeared again. It circled around Ai Wen and dispelled the dense fog around him.

The thick fog dissipated, and the hidden monster disappeared. But these are not enough, he must get out of here as soon as possible and return to reality.

Ai Wen 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 separated from the real world, it is a space formed by the magic of double snake rods.

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

The light radiating from the Patronus is getting stronger and stronger. It rushed in the direction Ivan pointed, there was a sound of glass breaking, the fog and the space created by Voldemort disappeared, and Ivan returned to the real world, he was still in front of the tower.

Not far from the tower, green light condensed on the front of the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand. Snape collapsed at his feet, losing control of his body, and was about to be hit by the Killing Curse.

Ai Wen commanded the Patronus to rush over quickly, it collided with Voldemort's killing curse,

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

He fell to the ground, silent.

"Irvin Mason!" Voldemort turned to look at Irwin, his scarlet eyes flashing dangerously, "It's not yet you, but it won't be too long... The next one is Harry Potter!"

Ai Wen flew forward quickly, while firing a curse at Voldemort, but Voldemort's body disappeared out of thin air. Only Snape was left lying on the ground. Under the shadow of the faint green light, he lay there silently, losing all the breath of life.

Ai Wen leaned over and helped him up. The Patronus Charm couldn't stop the Killing Curse, but if he was the master of the Elder Wand, his Patronus Charm would make Voldemort's Killing Curse useless.

In other words, Snape wasn't dead.

It is possible!

Ai Wen is not sure, after all, no one has ever tested this situation, and no book has written this situation, but he is the master of the elder wand, and his magic is higher than the magic of other wizards who use that wand , even Voldemort's Killing Curse.

Evan checks Snape's condition...

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

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

"professor!"

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

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

Irwin 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 gleam in Snape's eyes disappeared, and he closed his eyes again.

Ivan took out another bottle of potion to feed Snape, but he soon had no time to care about Snape, and he felt the surrounding magic power change rapidly.

The concentration of magic power is increasing at an unimaginable speed, and they are pouring out from everywhere.

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

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

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

No, the whole world.

Voldemort activates the ultimate magic, he is about to become the evil god.

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

Harry's scar hurt terribly, and he could feel Voldemort's strength growing rapidly.

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

Harry's life was rapidly draining in the strange and harsh voice.

He knew he was going to die!

It's ironic that he was ready to die when he thought he would die in an open duel with Voldemort, as his father did, rather than being killed by unknown monsters as he is now.

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