novelraw Chapter 964 [Chapter 5] 49
Chapter 964 [Chapter 5] 49
Everyone in the room rushed out of the Great Hall, only Snape lagging behind.
He didn't mind having the Dark Lord see his choice for himself.But seeing the failure of a mission that he had been fighting for for more than ten years, still made him feel a little dazed and unreal.
The fake Lily had repeatedly told him that Harry Potter would be fine.He thought to himself with a little sarcasm.
But she does seem to have no prophetic pedigree.She had also repeatedly stressed to him that everything would be fine.But now everything is not good.Harry Potter is dead.Maybe she died too.So even if the Dark Lord is defeated in the end--heck even the Savior is dead, who else has the ability to finally defeat him? — and nothing could get any better.
This thought made him a little dazed for a moment.People flocked to the door, only he stopped.The magnificent dome of the Hogwarts Great Hall has been destroyed by the battle just now. He looked up at the dome full of cracks, and looked down at the once magnificent Great Hall that had not yet stepped out. Those people—they had stopped breathing, lay flat on the ground, bloodstains and dirt were everywhere on their pale faces; some were covered with sheets.
He saw students who were clearly under 17, and girls who had once been chattering away like a shallow, love-seeking Muggle girl on a love potion.He recognized a few people, there was Colin Creevey, the Muggle-born boy who was once petrified by the basilisk when the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was opened, and the kid who liked to take pictures; The bluffing red-haired boy Ron Weasley is his boyfriend, and the fat girl Lavender Brown with a round face is slightly richer.
He still remembered that year Ron Weasley accidentally drank the mead poisoned by Draco Malfoy and almost lost his life; then, that round-faced Miss Lavender Brown, Ramped into the school hospital, and squeezed away the fake Lily in order to get to the hospital bed, causing the fake Lily to stagger and bump into him; I don't know if it was intentional or had to, but she still Grabbing his arm in full view——
Ah, these were the little Gryffindor trolls that had caused him such a headache at Hogwarts, and he still had a vague memory of them.But what about the more young trolls lying there?How come they didn't move, didn't crawl up, causing him more confusion and trouble?You must know that after this battle is over, he still has a lot of labor services waiting for these little monsters to complete-Hogwarts has been destroyed in a mess, he needs more confinement, more manpower Organize the castle and its books, items, potion ingredients! ...
At this time, he saw two adults lying side by side behind a certain table - he walked over and was surprised to find that it was Lyme the Werewolf, one of the members of his nightmare, the Predator Four. Slupine and his wife, Nymphadora Tonks.Their hands were held together, and their faces were calm.But none of them breathed anymore.
He took a deep breath.
Then he heard a voice behind him.He turned his head and saw that one of the Weasley twins who had fallen to the ground with a broken head and blood, seemed to be about to die, was holding on to the half of the table that had been smashed by the blast, and was struggling to stand up. stand up.
He snorted coldly.The red-haired kid immediately stood up straight as a conditioned reflex, and almost immediately he was rewarded with a muffled groan of pain.
But he quickly endured the pain, looked at this side and asked, "...Who is it? Snape...Professor? Did someone you know die?"
Curious boy.Snape thought coldly, glanced at Fred Weasley, and replied simply, "It's Lupine and Tonks."
Fred lowered his head and groaned: "Oh, no!" He seemed unprepared for the bad news, lowered his head in great grief, and stood staggeringly.
Snape wasn't about to let him go.He succinctly made up for the red-haired boy's sadness.
"And Potter," he said reluctantly, curling his lips. "I think Potter has probably..."
Fred suddenly raised his head again. This action obviously caused him to feel dizzy after he had lost too much blood. He staggered for a long time before he could barely stand on the table, and asked palely, "Harry?! Harry is dead? !How can it be--"
Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
Fred seemed to finally accept this fact.But he looked terrible, as if he had been beaten by Merlin a hundred times, showing a distraught expression, and muttered: "Harry is dead, then what shall we... do?"
Snape said meanly, "Don't worry, you can continue talking to him in the frame later—"
At this moment, there was a vaguely familiar voice outside the door saying something loudly, and his voice came in intermittently: "Yes, Dumbledore is dead, but you didn't arrange it. He chose death himself way... arranged everything with the man you thought was your servant—"
"Severus Snape isn't yours... Snape is Dumbledore's, he's been Dumbledore's since long before you started hunting my mother—"
"...you've never seen Snape's Patronus, have you, Riddle?"
"Snape's Patronus was a doe, like my mother's . . . because he had loved her almost all his life, since they were children—"
Snape's face gradually became very hideous and terrifying.Fred looked almost trembling, whether it was surprise, fear, or want to laugh.
"He'd better just stay in the frame from now on," Snape said savagely, twisting his face. "It's better for him and better for others!"
Fred's shoulders twitched uncontrollably, and he secretly glanced at the expression of the current headmaster of Hogwarts, and almost immediately fell down on the ground again with a thud, as if he wanted to pretend to pass out immediately, so as to escape the extreme weirdness of the moment atmosphere.
Snape strode towards the Great Hall door, his black robes billowing menacingly behind him.
In the middle of the square, the Pot boy who came back from the dead, as expected, still had scars and dirt on his face, but stood there triumphantly, talking nonsense.
"He begged you to spare my mother's life, didn't he?"
Snape's aura had already affected some students who were still staying near the entrance of the Hogwarts auditorium because the entrance area was crowded.They turned their heads one after another, and when they saw who was coming, they dodged in panic like a flock of innocent fawns, leaving a path for him.
On the outdoor square, Voldemort was still in the mood to talk to this savior boy who couldn't be killed no matter what.
"He longed for her, that's all," said Voldemort with a sneer, "but after she died, Snape admitted that there were other women in the world, purer, more worthy of him—"
Suddenly a small voice came out from the crowd, "...Professor Evans?"
Snape's swift footsteps stopped abruptly.His fluttering black robe slowly condensed into a dark cloud that was about to rain.
He stood there, slowly turning his head to where the tiny voice was coming from.A group of little monsters with terrified faces and dirty faces were crowded there. I don't know which guy who is not afraid of death lost his most basic reason and blurted out.
Snape guessed that this person was either a Gryffindor who was bold and always looking for death, or a Hufflepuff who was gossip.Slytherin doesn't bother to do this kind of gossip!What's more, they are not here now!And Ravenclaw still has some brains, knowing what to say and what not to say!
Minerva and Pomona are too used to these little trolls!What they need is not the damn tolerance and love that Dumbledore has been advocating, but severe discipline!More confinement!More Labor Services!Only then can they know what the rules of survival in this world are!
Snape twisted his facial features, glanced ferociously at the group of trembling and huddled little monsters, and said through gritted teeth: "If you let me know who said it - he will feel very lucky... ..."
He scanned the panicked little trolls for a few seconds, slowed down his speech as if threatening, and continued in a low and clear voice: "Every night, labor service, seven o'clock to curfew, go to the cellar or find Filch, Until the day he graduates from Hogwarts!"
Those little monsters were pale and trembling, like a group of little ducklings that had lost their fur and lost their shelter in the cold winter.
Snape flicked the back of his black robe angrily, and strode towards the door.His dark robes arced like a storm behind him.
He didn't notice that as soon as he walked away, the little trolls immediately came alive, whispering in lower and less audible tones:
"He spoke as if we could survive today, and then continue to be abused by him at Hogwarts—I don't know who gave him such strong confidence..."
"Maybe we guessed wrong—isn't Professor Evans a Muggleborn? She has nothing to do with pure blood..."
"...but besides Professor Evans, who else is willing to talk to him? Isn't there a rumor that they plan to get engaged?"
"So, didn't he dance with Professor Evans at the Christmas ball in the year of the Triwizard Tournament?"
……
What they were talking about, or why they kept talking about it when they were dying, Snape didn't care anymore.
He finally reached the door of the auditorium.He didn't go out in a hurry, and silently found a shadowy corner and stood there. From this unobtrusive angle, he watched the two people on the square—the destined opponents.
Harry Potter's face was dirty, but he didn't look hurt or frail.He was holding a wand that looked a little strange, and he didn't know where he got it.
Voldemort looked much brighter across from him.It was still the same green robe that looked a bit like snakeskin, red vertical eyes, and slender fingers spread out, holding the old wand between the fingers.He was giggling, showing an expression as if he thought something was very interesting.
The author has something to say:
February 6:
hhhhh Today I wrote a wild brain hole that I have wanted to write for a long time!
That is—what will happen when the professor himself hears Harry's words [Kicked away
So I just tried to imagine it!
Also, I think Fred must actually be shaking from laughing 2333333
Next update: tomorrow at midnight.
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