The Overjoyed Voldemort

The noise from Hogwarts Castle could be heard faintly and neither of the two people in the dock spoke.

Harry looked at the man in front of him seriously.

Through Dumbledore's memory, he knew enough about Snape.

This man who has loved his mother all his life is worthy of all of his trust.

"Mr Potter, give me the bottle in your hand!"

Harry waited for a long time, but only waited for Snape's words.

Unwilling to stand in front of the other party, the savior looked into the professor's eyes and said seriously: "Professor Snape, I'm not joking."

"If your brain is still functioning, you should understand what it means to say these words at this time."

"Do I understand that you are disrupting everyone's confidence against the Dark Lord?"

Harry was speechless when he was asked this.

Of course he knew it was inappropriate to say these things at this time, but thinking of what Lucas once said to himself he felt very uneasy in his heart.

At this time Voldemort has not even been defeated, and Lucas has already faintly become the leader of the magic world.

If Lucas led the crowd to defeat Voldemort, Harry didn't even dare to imagine how much the other party's prestige would reach.

Savior? No, the title of savior will not be worthy of Lucas at that time.

He would be recognized as the White Lord, the leader of the wizarding world, and the second greatest wizard after Dumbledore.

Harry shook his head, not daring to continue thinking about it.

"..."

"Mr Potter, put away your meaningless conjectures, and think about how to deal with the coming Dark Lord!"

Snape felt a burning sensation in his left arm. This meant that Voldemort had responded to him and was about to come.

He immediately drew out his wand and pointed it at the boy in front of him.

…

On the high ground outside Hogwarts, Voldemort ran his fingers over his left arm.

"Nagini, our friend found the boy and asked us to meet him."

Nagini raised her body and lightly touched Voldemort's palm with her head.

With a snap, Voldemort took Nagini and disappeared in place.

The dozen or so Death Eaters left on the high ground froze for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, they turned into black mist and plunged into the battlefield on the castle.

…

In the forbidden forest, Lucas has been watching the direction of the highlands.

The golden light in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and the divinity around him made people not dare to approach him.

The moment Voldemort left the heights and entered Hogwarts, Lucas jumped up from the stump.

"Vinda, get everyone ready and wait for my signal."

He didn't even wait for a response before tearing the void and leaving the Forbidden Forest.

The members of the Saints who heard the order were gearing up, and it was finally time for them to show up.

In the dock, Voldemort's figure appeared in front of Harry.

"You did very well, Severus."

"It is my honor to serve you, Master."

Snape put his wand in his sleeve and stepped back behind Voldemort.

In the process, he also saw Nagini besides the Dark Lord.

At this moment, Voldemort, the Horcrux snake, and Harry gathered here.

This is definitely a great opportunity to root out Voldemort.

"Harry Potter! The Boy Who Lived!"

Voldemort stared at the boy in front of him with his blood red eyes.

Harry endured the sharp pain in his forehead.

This time it was no longer just a burning pain, but he could feel like something was tearing open the flesh of his forehead and trying to escape from his body.

Harry knew that it was the Spirit Purifying Potion that was repelling Voldemort's soul fragment.

"Voldemort, would you like to know the full prophecy?"

Voldemort stopped walking, and looked at the boy in front of him meaningfully.

Of course he wanted to know what it said.

As a wizard, Voldemort scoffed at fate, but he still believed in the so-called prophecy in his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chased and killed the Potter family just because of some stupid prophecy.

Seeing his reaction, Harry smiled silently. He knew that he would care about this.

It just so happened that he could use the prophecy to delay some time, waiting for the effect of the Spirit Purifying Potion to be fully exerted.

After a brief silence, Voldemort sneered: "Are you attempting to delay time in such a way?"

"It's useless Harry, you are doomed to die at my hands tonight."

Harry's heart sank, and just when he thought he had failed, he heard Voldemort continue.

"But it doesn't hurt to listen to it. Let's talk, what is mentioned in the prophecy."

Harry laughed contemptuously in his mind, and then told the Dark Lord the complete prophecy.

"Voldemort, as the prophecy said, between you and me, only one can survive."

Seeing Harry draw out his wand and face him, Voldemort let out a low chuckle.

"Alone? You don't think it's you, do you? The boy who survived by accident with Dumbledore behind the scenes?"

He laughed even louder after he finished speaking.

"Accident? My mother died to save me. Is this also accidental?"

"Last year in that cemetery, I resolutely resisted you, was it also accidental?"

"More than ten years have passed, I am still standing here, still alive, you still can't kill me, is this a coincidence?"

"We can't both live, one must perish, so why can't it be you, Voldemort?"

Voldemort threw his head back and laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke of his life.

Suddenly.

With a sharp downward swing of his right hand, Harry was directly pressed to the ground of the dock by the magic power.

"Accidental, of course it's all accidental, if it weren't for Dumbledore and Lucas Grindelwald, how could you have escaped from me time and time again."

"You are always the crying child hiding behind the adults, you only deserve to watch me kill those who protect you one by one, just like Dumbledore."

"You can't kill anyone else tonight!" Harry roared, trying to stand up with his hands on the ground.

But Voldemort made up his mind to put him on his stomach.

The wand waved again, and the savior fell down again without any resistance.

"It seems that you think you have some power I don't know about as mentioned in the prophecy, let me guess what it is."

Voldemort raised his big pale hand, and lightly brushed his brows with his fingertips, with a mocking expression on his face.

"I guess it must be Dumbledore's magic weapon, 'Love', right?"

Voldemort laughed loudly, and the laughter was even worse than the terrified shouts of others.

After the laughter, he continued to taunt: "But his 'love' didn't help him avoid death, let alone prevent him from falling off the tower."

"'Love' didn't stop me from killing your mudblood mother, and now it won't stop me from killing you!"

He placed the wand in his hand in front of Harry and continued, "Do you know the name of this wand?"

"It is called the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, or the Wand of Destiny. It has great power. And I who own it will be the most powerful person in the world."

"Okay, enough nonsense has been said, now, let you experience my power."

Voldemort swung his wand upwards, and Harry stood up from the ground uncontrollably.

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, tonight I will prove to the world that you cannot avoid death!"

Sparks burst out from the tip of the Elder Wand, and powerful magic power kept overflowing.

Of course, this phenomenon could also express Voldemort's desire to kill Harry urgently.

Harry took a deep breath, forcing his arms to stop shaking.

He raised his wand and looked at Voldemort in front of him, but he wondered why Snape didn't help him.

And why hasn't Lucas shown up yet.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded: "Avada…

Harry looked at Voldemort blankly.

To be precise, he looked at the green light behind him and Voldemort's shocked expression.

"Severus Snape, how dare you..."