Chapter 551 ends? ?

"Ruined!!"

When he counted to 5 seconds, Professor Snape's body moved first, almost out of instinct. He took out his wand and wanted to cut the ropes on both sides of the curtains.

Unfortunately, even with such a quick movement, it was still a step too slow, and the poisonous snake that had been hiding in the grass showed its fangs.

Just like all venomous snakes catch their prey, with precision and elegance, killing them with one strike.

A strange purple light hit Professor Snape. Even though he tried his best to dodge, the light still hit the ring finger and little finger of his right hand.

The two fingers were petrified instantly. Seeing the petrification process begin to spread, Professor Snape did not hesitate at all and directly pried the two petrified fingers off his palm.

As the two petrified fingers fell to the floor of the stage, there was a dull sound.

The little wizards, who were still immersed in the performance, realized that something was wrong. The crowd instantly became chaotic and the little wizards were like a group of headless flies.

They kept looking around to find out where the danger was. Some people wanted to run away, but found that they could not move at all.

A strange magical energy suppressed the entire audience until a sinister laugh accompanied by applause slowly came from the corner.

"You are truly excellent, Severus. If you hadn't rehearsed this countless times, you might have avoided this attack."

"You really surprise me. If you submit to me again, the great Dark Lord can forgive your previous mistakes."

"As for the rest of you idiots, you just need to be obedient. I won't hurt any of you. After all, who would I rule without you?"

Ron, or Voldemort, walked slowly towards the stage from the dark corner. He was wearing a gorgeous suit today.

She made herself look like she was attending a banquet, but unfortunately, corresponding to the gorgeous clothes was a distorted and sad face.

The face was severely deformed. Due to the forced installation of the basilisk's eyeballs, the face had been severely mutated and covered with strange black scales.

The whole face looks like a reptile, but it has the outline of a human face, which makes people feel the "uncanny valley effect" at first glance.

And because it was a forced transplant, half of the cheek had begun to rot and was sticking to the bone like a melted candle.

So much so that some of Voldemort's classmates who passed by couldn't help but retching when they saw his rotten and spoiled cheeks.

But Voldemort seemed to turn a blind eye to this. He walked slowly onto the stage and looked at Professor Snape, whose wand had fallen to the ground and had lost two fingers.

He bowed slowly and gracefully, then looked up and smiled.

"Mr. Ron Weasley sends his greetings. He asked me to tell you that he hates your Potions class and hates you very much."

"Really? I'm so honored."

"You, a rat from the gutter, finally dare to show your face. You are a little too arrogant. Do you still think that I can't do anything to you without a magic wand?"

"boom!!!"

It was still a clean and neat movement. The moment the words fell, a white light flashed, and Professor Snape took out a large-caliber Kurt revolver from under his robe with his left hand.

Raise, aim, and fire; these three actions were completed within half a second. A .50 caliber heavy pistol bullet directly shattered the remaining half of Voldemort's face.

Blood and bone fragments fell onto the stage. Looking at the half face shattered by the pistol, Professor Snape breathed a sigh of relief, but unfortunately he didn't have time to breathe out.

That familiar and disgusting laughter rang in his ears again, and at the same time, there was also that familiar applause.

"You are so excellent, Severus. You are a perfect tool and a perfect subordinate. It's a pity that you made the wrong choice."

Because half of his face was shattered by bullets, Voldemort's vocal cords were directly exposed to the air when he spoke these words, and the unique tone was creepy to hear.

What's even more creepy is that the recovering cheek is just like a medical animation demonstration, with the bones reorganizing first and then the muscles growing wildly like a worm.

Finally, there is human skin and snake scales.

When that face appeared in front of everyone again, Professor Snape had not given up. He raised the pistol and wanted to shoot again.

However, his entire body was completely controlled by an invisible force, and Professor Snape's fingers were unable to move the bolt within a travel of 1.5 centimeters.

He could only look at that disgusting face with that awkward smile, looking at himself, and then turned around to look at the young wizards and other professors in the audience.

Voldemort opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and then seemed to suddenly remember something.

He turned around and looked at Carl who was still lying in the crystal coffin.

"The villain dies because he talks too much. I have also read a lot of Muggle books and watched a lot of those movies. I have to admit that this bastard boy is really amazing."

"He not only changed you fools, he even changed me and the great Dark Lord."

"This may be his greatest achievement in life, but it ends here."

Voldemort was performing, and his extravagant performance was like that of a circus clown, but his screams at the top of his lungs were filled with resentment and anger.

It was just like Carl had played a trick on him once, giving him a piece of chocolate-flavored shit and a piece of shit-flavored chocolate and forcing him to choose one to eat.

In fact, perhaps only Professor Snape knows that if such a prank really happened, based on the character of that bastard boy, he would make you eat both of them.

But no matter what, after the final performance, Voldemort did not hesitate at all. He once again performed a magical trick and forcibly dug the eyeball out of his eye socket.

Then he held it in his hand and pointed it at Carl who was lying there, and said with gritted teeth.

"You should disappear, you damn thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange purple light that had never been seen before enveloped Carl who was lying there. The light dissipated, leaving only the most beautiful statue in the world.

Everyone's eyes were on the statue, and every face seemed to have a different expression.

Voldemort admired all of this, and finally fixed his eyes on Professor Snape. He looked into the other's eyes and asked in a pretentious manner.

"I'll give you another chance. Tell me who wins now."

Faced with this fatal question, Professor Snape smiled, which was rare for him. He glanced at Voldemort with his eyes slanted and spoke in a firm tone.

"I don't know who won. That kid never thinks with common sense. But one thing I am sure of is that even if he turned into a stone."

"You look better than you in real life. You are really ugly!!"