Chapter 699 The Ultimate Battle
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 699 The Ultimate Battle
It seems that there are only two of them left in this world.
Harry thought.
He listened to the sound of breathing coming from his young face opposite, looked at the eyes that shone with red light, and once again recalled the last words McGuffin said to himself just now.
Harry shook hands, nails digging into the palms, and there was a faint tingling there.
——Is this fake?
——Is this clear feeling really an illusion?
He couldn't believe it, but the memory in his mind... indeed proved that McGuffin was right.
Harry remembered that when he passed out, he was still in the house on Privet Drive...with the Dursleys, and then he suddenly passed out amid Sirius' exclamation, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself in this place.
"Is Voldemort's soul fragment really separated from himself?"
Harry looked at the silent Harry Two Voldemort thinking.
The two stood face to face, staring at each other.
The blood-colored cocoon is like a small house, completely enveloping them and living in this narrow space.
"Nobody bothering us now, Harry! . . . just you and me . . . just the two of us . . . "
Voldemort hissed, and the evil snake-shaped scar on his forehead seemed to open and glow red, like a regrowth eye.
The bloody slit was staring at Harry.
'Yes, it's just Voldemort and him...here...'
Harry mentally agreed with this statement.
He knew that now he could only rely on himself... to meet the destiny that must belong to him.
— Only one of him and Voldemort could survive.
After Dumbledore's 'Voldemort' education this semester, or it can be said to drive ducks to the shelves,
Harry did know that he was going to face Voldemort, and he would have the courage to accept his fate... Whether it was good or bad, he would completely destroy this Voldemort no matter what the cost.
Not just hatred, but also to protect others, to protect everything he loves from being endangered by the Dark Lord.
Harry gripped his wand tightly and pointed it at Voldemort, his eyes fixed on him, as if he was about to tear him to pieces.
He didn't know what was going to happen, and he didn't know what Voldemort was going to do with the cocoon, but he knew that he was the only one who could save him now.
As McGuffin had said earlier, he had to stop this magical ritual from continuing.
Following Albert's suggestion, Harry secretly activated the [Occlumency] in his head.
Then, he saw his own young face opposite, (the Dark Lord) flashed a panic, but it disappeared in a flash.
But the next move of the Dark Lord proved that Harry's actions were indeed effective, and the ray of fear he saw was not an illusion.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The red light kept piercing into Harry's bones and flesh, making every nerve in him tremble.
Harry half squatted on the ground, curled up, enduring unspeakable pain, trying to maintain the effect of [Occlumency].
Voldemort laughed loudly. This laughter was more terrifying than his shouts. It was cold and crazy. Amidst Harry's screams, it kept echoing in the cocoon.
He went on, "Look at your friends...Harry! Don't they seem to value your friendship that much?"
Voldemort waved his wand, and the outer wall of the blood cocoon became transparent...
The Dark Lord is using various methods to stop Harry's actions.
Harry saw the two of them, MacGuffin and Hermione, who were trying to rescue Sirius Black, and Ron, and they were casting spells in vain...trying to break open the bloody cocoon.
Although he was a little disappointed, Harry understood that this was the best solution.
He understood what MacGuffin meant,
This is his war with Voldemort, this is his destiny... only one can survive, he and the Dark Lord.Now is indeed the best time, as Albert said, Voldemort has separated from his body.
As long as you stop this magic ritual, as long as you wake up...
Harry felt his heart beating violently in his chest. Although the fear was running through his blood and spreading all over his body, it was strange that he himself felt extraordinarily excited and relaxed, as if there was a feeling that it was finally coming to an end.
He will meet his end...whether it is good or bad...whether it is life or death.
His breathing was slow, long and heavy.
Harry carefully felt every quarter of his life that still existed, and his mind was filled with all kinds of things he had encountered since he boarded the Hogwarts train: McGuffin, Hermione, Ron and the others... Philosopher's Stone, Hogwarts school life; classmates, various adventures, Hagrid, the professors; even Malfoy, even Snape, became a little cute.
Memories become more and more real, more and more real...
Even Severus Snape's obnoxious sallow face and greasy, unkempt hair came alive before Harry's eyes like a hallucination.
Harry let out a heavy breath. He found himself alive for the first time, and all the experiences he lived through were miracles and wonderful things.
It's just...why did the guy who remembered at the last moment be Severus Snape.
'No, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is...his fate with Voldemort must end, now. '
Harry's chaotic thoughts were like iron and fire, and they directly melted into this idea. He clenched his wand tightly, took a step forward, and decided to meet his fate.
However, at this time, something unexpected happened.
"Severus Snape!!!"
Voldemort hoarse, piercing Harry's eardrums with a yell of extreme rage.
"what???"
——That guy is far away is not an illusion, is it true? ?
Harry suddenly turned his head up, and watched in disbelief that the annoying professor in front of him actually appeared in front of his eyes.
"Why are you here?...I didn't order you...arrange you..."
Voldemort clenched the Elder Wand tightly, and the other two wands automatically floated on both sides of his head. The tips of the wands trembled slightly, and the deadly magic power was ready to be released, pointing firmly at Severus Snape.
The Dark Lord's tone was full of unbelievable fury, and the anger contained in those red eyes almost ignited the air in front of him out of thin air.
Snape didn't speak, he looked back at Harry first, then turned silently to look at his so-called 'master', and said something that made Voldemort explode.
"I won't carry out your orders...I won't be like Goyle and Crabbe, those two idiots, who were eaten away by your Egyptian beetle brain-eating worms and turned into fertilizer for this thing to wake up..."
Snape stomped his feet and pointed at [Jomungard] under his feet. He still spoke in a low voice in his slippery, indifferent tone.
Voldemort obviously didn't expect Snape to answer like this.
It can also be said... Snape's provoking skills are even better, even the Dark Lord can't stand this kind of tone,
Of course, Voldemort couldn't believe that he had been betrayed, and it was Snape who had been using [Insomnia] to probe his mind. He couldn't control the anger in his heart.
The guy was trembling all over, desperately suppressing this out-of-control emotion.
Even Harry understood... Voldemort was in a state of confusion and self-doubt.This guy won't do it easily, he will definitely figure out what happened to Snape...why did he betray him, he was worried that it was another deadly trap arranged by Professor Dumbledore.
The two of them faced each other...neither of them attacked first,
The two of them were like two poisonous snakes shaking their bodies, neighing and spitting out venom... threatening each other.
Harry couldn't help but see such images popping up in his mind.
The two were right in front of Harry, neither of them spoke, they just confronted each other with all the magic power in their bodies.
After a long time, Voldemort finally suppressed the fury in his heart, and said, "...Severus, you have let me down so much. Could it be that just because of this... you betrayed me? Did you go to that weak and courageous Dumbledore?"
"The anchoring of the Egyptian brain-eating worm is just an insurance... You are different from Gore Crabbe and the others. You are very useful, and I will not do anything to you. Useful and loyal... You must always be the same to me, right?"
"Look at Lucius... Even though his position is extremely unstable, I still let him go. What's more, when I become a god and replace the great existence of the ancient gods... I will reward those brave warriors... I will resurrect those wizards who died for our great cause."
"But you have lost the opportunity to appreciate this incredible magic now. After everything is over, I will throw you, a shameful betrayer, into the black flames of hell...burn your soul for 100 years..."
Voldemort hissed.
"Stop talking nonsense, Dark Lord, you've never understood which side I'm really on... I've always been Dumbledore's man."
"Voldemort, you're even more stupid than I thought, even more stupid than those idiots in Potions class... Dumbledore is much wiser than you, at least he can read people's hearts." Snape said.
"See through people's hearts... What is that thing? I know that people are longing for power, money and strength, and honor... And I am giving wizards a sense of dignity that they never had, a status above Muggles..."
"And you, the despicable betrayer...have given up on these." Voldemort concentrated on analyzing every word between the lines of Snape, trying to understand what his former servant was thinking, and he tried to manipulate the mind of the old bat again.
Snape sneered scornfully.
This extremely disgusting move almost broke Voldemort's defenses, and the uncontrollable anger in his heart inspired the poisonous snake to attack directly.
"It's a pity that you still don't understand anything until now," Snape said. "It's not just the universal desires that drive people alive... Some desires that you can't touch, you can't see are even more insane..."
"Love? Dumbledore's idiotic remarks again?" Voldemort shrieked, before bursting into a maniacal burst of laughter.
But in Harry's view, Voldemort's wild laughter was more like being blown up by Snape.
"Dumbledore is indeed an idiot in many ways, but in this respect, he is much smarter than you... He has already seen me..."
Having said this, Snape stopped suddenly, and he refused to say more.
Suddenly, Harry felt that Snape seemed to glance at him slightly, with that kind of extremely complicated and inexplicable emotion.
He seemed to have seen Snape's face several times before, but every time he was directly suppressed by the disgust of this guy in his heart, and he directly ignored this expression.
Snape's behavior made Voldemort even more angry. His temporary pause and his reluctance to speak further made Voldemort feel that he was being looked down upon by this former servant.
Voldemort grimaced Harry's young face, and said viciously, "You have to understand... Severus... Dumbledore is dead, I killed him with my own hands. Now all he left is the Elder Wand in my hand, and that ridiculous thing..."
With a poke of his finger, he pointed to the scene that appeared on the outer wall of the blood cocoon—the little tree man on the shoulder of McGuffin.
"You are showing yourself to be a traitor now, you are so stupid... When I replace the old god and become the god of the new century, I will..."
Voldemort repeated the cruel words in a rage.
"You are wrong! This is just your own wishful thinking..." Snape said flatly, "Even if Albus died, it was not the result of your actions, but his own choice..."
"Think about the situation at that time carefully? Dumbledore, because he used the magic power above the limit, his body could no longer hold on. And he chose to sacrifice to destroy your magic ceremony..."
——Can't hold on? ?
Voldemort still feels a dull pain in his skull until now,
——That old muscular stick rushed straight over and punched him with old punches, which is called being unable to hold on? ? ?
But then Voldemort remembered that weird ring that used to be his [Horcrux] (carrier)...
Because as the owner of the ring, although Voldemort didn't know what magic was on the ring, he knew very well that there was a terrible curse attached to it that he couldn't eliminate.
That's why he directly regarded that ring as a chicken rib, and threw it to a clone of himself like weeds.
'Could it be?Was the traitor Severus telling the truth? '
'No, that's not it...he's lying for time...I can't wait any longer. '
With his mind made up, Voldemort decided not to waste any more time.
"No, you idiots who confuse with mudbloods, how can you understand me...understand the greatness and dignity of our being wizards..."
"Eventually, I will succeed."
Voldemort roared and waved his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light came on and rushed towards Snape.
Huge, evil, and deadly magic power rushed towards us like a tsunami.
(End of this chapter)
It seems that there are only two of them left in this world.
Harry thought.
He listened to the sound of breathing coming from his young face opposite, looked at the eyes that shone with red light, and once again recalled the last words McGuffin said to himself just now.
Harry shook hands, nails digging into the palms, and there was a faint tingling there.
——Is this fake?
——Is this clear feeling really an illusion?
He couldn't believe it, but the memory in his mind... indeed proved that McGuffin was right.
Harry remembered that when he passed out, he was still in the house on Privet Drive...with the Dursleys, and then he suddenly passed out amid Sirius' exclamation, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself in this place.
"Is Voldemort's soul fragment really separated from himself?"
Harry looked at the silent Harry Two Voldemort thinking.
The two stood face to face, staring at each other.
The blood-colored cocoon is like a small house, completely enveloping them and living in this narrow space.
"Nobody bothering us now, Harry! . . . just you and me . . . just the two of us . . . "
Voldemort hissed, and the evil snake-shaped scar on his forehead seemed to open and glow red, like a regrowth eye.
The bloody slit was staring at Harry.
'Yes, it's just Voldemort and him...here...'
Harry mentally agreed with this statement.
He knew that now he could only rely on himself... to meet the destiny that must belong to him.
— Only one of him and Voldemort could survive.
After Dumbledore's 'Voldemort' education this semester, or it can be said to drive ducks to the shelves,
Harry did know that he was going to face Voldemort, and he would have the courage to accept his fate... Whether it was good or bad, he would completely destroy this Voldemort no matter what the cost.
Not just hatred, but also to protect others, to protect everything he loves from being endangered by the Dark Lord.
Harry gripped his wand tightly and pointed it at Voldemort, his eyes fixed on him, as if he was about to tear him to pieces.
He didn't know what was going to happen, and he didn't know what Voldemort was going to do with the cocoon, but he knew that he was the only one who could save him now.
As McGuffin had said earlier, he had to stop this magical ritual from continuing.
Following Albert's suggestion, Harry secretly activated the [Occlumency] in his head.
Then, he saw his own young face opposite, (the Dark Lord) flashed a panic, but it disappeared in a flash.
But the next move of the Dark Lord proved that Harry's actions were indeed effective, and the ray of fear he saw was not an illusion.
"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"
The red light kept piercing into Harry's bones and flesh, making every nerve in him tremble.
Harry half squatted on the ground, curled up, enduring unspeakable pain, trying to maintain the effect of [Occlumency].
Voldemort laughed loudly. This laughter was more terrifying than his shouts. It was cold and crazy. Amidst Harry's screams, it kept echoing in the cocoon.
He went on, "Look at your friends...Harry! Don't they seem to value your friendship that much?"
Voldemort waved his wand, and the outer wall of the blood cocoon became transparent...
The Dark Lord is using various methods to stop Harry's actions.
Harry saw the two of them, MacGuffin and Hermione, who were trying to rescue Sirius Black, and Ron, and they were casting spells in vain...trying to break open the bloody cocoon.
Although he was a little disappointed, Harry understood that this was the best solution.
He understood what MacGuffin meant,
This is his war with Voldemort, this is his destiny... only one can survive, he and the Dark Lord.Now is indeed the best time, as Albert said, Voldemort has separated from his body.
As long as you stop this magic ritual, as long as you wake up...
Harry felt his heart beating violently in his chest. Although the fear was running through his blood and spreading all over his body, it was strange that he himself felt extraordinarily excited and relaxed, as if there was a feeling that it was finally coming to an end.
He will meet his end...whether it is good or bad...whether it is life or death.
His breathing was slow, long and heavy.
Harry carefully felt every quarter of his life that still existed, and his mind was filled with all kinds of things he had encountered since he boarded the Hogwarts train: McGuffin, Hermione, Ron and the others... Philosopher's Stone, Hogwarts school life; classmates, various adventures, Hagrid, the professors; even Malfoy, even Snape, became a little cute.
Memories become more and more real, more and more real...
Even Severus Snape's obnoxious sallow face and greasy, unkempt hair came alive before Harry's eyes like a hallucination.
Harry let out a heavy breath. He found himself alive for the first time, and all the experiences he lived through were miracles and wonderful things.
It's just...why did the guy who remembered at the last moment be Severus Snape.
'No, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is...his fate with Voldemort must end, now. '
Harry's chaotic thoughts were like iron and fire, and they directly melted into this idea. He clenched his wand tightly, took a step forward, and decided to meet his fate.
However, at this time, something unexpected happened.
"Severus Snape!!!"
Voldemort hoarse, piercing Harry's eardrums with a yell of extreme rage.
"what???"
——That guy is far away is not an illusion, is it true? ?
Harry suddenly turned his head up, and watched in disbelief that the annoying professor in front of him actually appeared in front of his eyes.
"Why are you here?...I didn't order you...arrange you..."
Voldemort clenched the Elder Wand tightly, and the other two wands automatically floated on both sides of his head. The tips of the wands trembled slightly, and the deadly magic power was ready to be released, pointing firmly at Severus Snape.
The Dark Lord's tone was full of unbelievable fury, and the anger contained in those red eyes almost ignited the air in front of him out of thin air.
Snape didn't speak, he looked back at Harry first, then turned silently to look at his so-called 'master', and said something that made Voldemort explode.
"I won't carry out your orders...I won't be like Goyle and Crabbe, those two idiots, who were eaten away by your Egyptian beetle brain-eating worms and turned into fertilizer for this thing to wake up..."
Snape stomped his feet and pointed at [Jomungard] under his feet. He still spoke in a low voice in his slippery, indifferent tone.
Voldemort obviously didn't expect Snape to answer like this.
It can also be said... Snape's provoking skills are even better, even the Dark Lord can't stand this kind of tone,
Of course, Voldemort couldn't believe that he had been betrayed, and it was Snape who had been using [Insomnia] to probe his mind. He couldn't control the anger in his heart.
The guy was trembling all over, desperately suppressing this out-of-control emotion.
Even Harry understood... Voldemort was in a state of confusion and self-doubt.This guy won't do it easily, he will definitely figure out what happened to Snape...why did he betray him, he was worried that it was another deadly trap arranged by Professor Dumbledore.
The two of them faced each other...neither of them attacked first,
The two of them were like two poisonous snakes shaking their bodies, neighing and spitting out venom... threatening each other.
Harry couldn't help but see such images popping up in his mind.
The two were right in front of Harry, neither of them spoke, they just confronted each other with all the magic power in their bodies.
After a long time, Voldemort finally suppressed the fury in his heart, and said, "...Severus, you have let me down so much. Could it be that just because of this... you betrayed me? Did you go to that weak and courageous Dumbledore?"
"The anchoring of the Egyptian brain-eating worm is just an insurance... You are different from Gore Crabbe and the others. You are very useful, and I will not do anything to you. Useful and loyal... You must always be the same to me, right?"
"Look at Lucius... Even though his position is extremely unstable, I still let him go. What's more, when I become a god and replace the great existence of the ancient gods... I will reward those brave warriors... I will resurrect those wizards who died for our great cause."
"But you have lost the opportunity to appreciate this incredible magic now. After everything is over, I will throw you, a shameful betrayer, into the black flames of hell...burn your soul for 100 years..."
Voldemort hissed.
"Stop talking nonsense, Dark Lord, you've never understood which side I'm really on... I've always been Dumbledore's man."
"Voldemort, you're even more stupid than I thought, even more stupid than those idiots in Potions class... Dumbledore is much wiser than you, at least he can read people's hearts." Snape said.
"See through people's hearts... What is that thing? I know that people are longing for power, money and strength, and honor... And I am giving wizards a sense of dignity that they never had, a status above Muggles..."
"And you, the despicable betrayer...have given up on these." Voldemort concentrated on analyzing every word between the lines of Snape, trying to understand what his former servant was thinking, and he tried to manipulate the mind of the old bat again.
Snape sneered scornfully.
This extremely disgusting move almost broke Voldemort's defenses, and the uncontrollable anger in his heart inspired the poisonous snake to attack directly.
"It's a pity that you still don't understand anything until now," Snape said. "It's not just the universal desires that drive people alive... Some desires that you can't touch, you can't see are even more insane..."
"Love? Dumbledore's idiotic remarks again?" Voldemort shrieked, before bursting into a maniacal burst of laughter.
But in Harry's view, Voldemort's wild laughter was more like being blown up by Snape.
"Dumbledore is indeed an idiot in many ways, but in this respect, he is much smarter than you... He has already seen me..."
Having said this, Snape stopped suddenly, and he refused to say more.
Suddenly, Harry felt that Snape seemed to glance at him slightly, with that kind of extremely complicated and inexplicable emotion.
He seemed to have seen Snape's face several times before, but every time he was directly suppressed by the disgust of this guy in his heart, and he directly ignored this expression.
Snape's behavior made Voldemort even more angry. His temporary pause and his reluctance to speak further made Voldemort feel that he was being looked down upon by this former servant.
Voldemort grimaced Harry's young face, and said viciously, "You have to understand... Severus... Dumbledore is dead, I killed him with my own hands. Now all he left is the Elder Wand in my hand, and that ridiculous thing..."
With a poke of his finger, he pointed to the scene that appeared on the outer wall of the blood cocoon—the little tree man on the shoulder of McGuffin.
"You are showing yourself to be a traitor now, you are so stupid... When I replace the old god and become the god of the new century, I will..."
Voldemort repeated the cruel words in a rage.
"You are wrong! This is just your own wishful thinking..." Snape said flatly, "Even if Albus died, it was not the result of your actions, but his own choice..."
"Think about the situation at that time carefully? Dumbledore, because he used the magic power above the limit, his body could no longer hold on. And he chose to sacrifice to destroy your magic ceremony..."
——Can't hold on? ?
Voldemort still feels a dull pain in his skull until now,
——That old muscular stick rushed straight over and punched him with old punches, which is called being unable to hold on? ? ?
But then Voldemort remembered that weird ring that used to be his [Horcrux] (carrier)...
Because as the owner of the ring, although Voldemort didn't know what magic was on the ring, he knew very well that there was a terrible curse attached to it that he couldn't eliminate.
That's why he directly regarded that ring as a chicken rib, and threw it to a clone of himself like weeds.
'Could it be?Was the traitor Severus telling the truth? '
'No, that's not it...he's lying for time...I can't wait any longer. '
With his mind made up, Voldemort decided not to waste any more time.
"No, you idiots who confuse with mudbloods, how can you understand me...understand the greatness and dignity of our being wizards..."
"Eventually, I will succeed."
Voldemort roared and waved his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light came on and rushed towards Snape.
Huge, evil, and deadly magic power rushed towards us like a tsunami.
(End of this chapter)
