Draw your wand and duel with others.

Still with Porter.

This was something Snape had always held a grudge about, and it was rooted in his heart like a rock.

Now that my dream has come true, I should be cheering and ecstatic, but why do I not even have the strength to hold the wand tightly, let alone lift it?

Snape forced himself to look at Harry.

That face is almost exactly the same as "James Potter", except for the expression. This child is just unlucky to inherit that guy's looks. He should look more like his mother.

"Draw your wand, Snape." Harry walked slowly towards him with the sword in hand, the tip of the sword approaching inch by inch, against his throat.

The white sword blade made his face look completely bloodless.

Snape remained silent and said nothing.

"Come on, will you?" Harry urged him. "Have you turned into your favorite troll?"

"You have an empty mind, even worse than Sirius. Have you forgotten that wizards have wands and can cast spells?"

Snape dropped his hands, shook his head, and said in a painful voice: "No, I can't."

He was prepared for this.

Killed by Lily's child.

"That's not like you at all." Harry's wrist loosened, and the sword slid down Snape's robe and pointed at his chest, accurately cutting only the clothes without hurting the skin. "When did you become so indecisive?"

"I'm sorry..." Snape turned his head away, speaking in a timid tone.

"I'm not only Lily Potter's child," Harry interrupted again, "I'm also James Potter's child."

"It's the Potter child you hate the most."

Snape's expression finally showed some reaction, which made him grasp the wand, but after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't pull it out.

"We need to end this." Harry took two steps back. "If you can't make up your mind, I'll help you."

He suddenly raised his wand.

No mantras were chanted.

Silent fuchsia.

Snape was caught off guard and was thrown upside down with his robes hanging down.

The sharp sword is invisible!

Almost instantly, he reacted instinctively, drew his wand, and pointed it at James' face.

The invisible blade swung out, and Harry dodged it by turning his head. He deliberately did not dodge it completely, and the spell grazed his cheek, leaving a narrow wound, and bleeding profusely.

"That's it," Harry whistled and raised his wand.

The dead trees washed by the river twisted into two huge snakes, which lashed at Snape fiercely, making a hissing sound, without leaving any strength.

The sharp sword is invisible!

Snape was hanging upside down in the air with a distorted expression. The spell cut off the giant snake's head, and it fell to the ground. Almost instantly, it twisted into a group of small snakes, leaping around ferociously, forming a bridge, and continued to pounce and bite Snape.

Black flames ignited.

It’s Lihuo!

It greedily devours all transformed creations and burns them to ashes.

"Remember anything now?" Harry demanded.

Snape gritted his teeth.

On that day eighteen years ago, also by the Black Lake, and also with these two spells.

"Potter." Snape's tone gradually became calm. He raised his wand and extinguished the Fiendfyre. In just a short moment, the land was burned into a wasteland.

The little wizards by the lake screamed and ran away in panic. Hermione and Ron also stepped back and looked at Harry worriedly.

Harry stopped talking.

Raise your wand.

The clouds are misty.

Thick fog poured out, covering the sky and the earth. It was even larger than what happened in the school auditorium last year, almost submerging half of the Black Lake.

The cloud and fog spell is also a type of weather spell.

"It seems that your brain is not working well enough." Snape forced a sneer, "Your tactical choices are even worse than yours last year."

The curse stops immediately!

Hurricane spell!

Two spells were cast in succession, clearing away the fog. The Transfiguration Spell twisted the charcoal on the ground that had not yet been completely burned. They turned into strips of cloth, rustling and frantically trying to capture Harry's trace.

call out--

Almost at the same time, a firework exploded in his face.

Produced by Weasley Brothers.

He got ketchup all over his face.

Alder!

A huge gust of wind rolled in, blowing away the cloth strips and making Snape stagger. Before he could deal with the thing on his face, his senses were stabbed and danger was approaching.

He waved his wand.

The robe on his body expanded, forming a two-meter-thick pad around his body.

Harry's sword failed to penetrate.

Thunder explosion!

The limp deformed creature exploded, and Harry continued to move forward, swinging and slashing.

Snape dodged in a very awkward manner, with only the ketchup on his eyelids being cleaned off. As he dodged, his face was stained with charcoal ash and dirt, and his robes were torn into pieces, disheveled in the wind.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Harry stared at him. "With your ability, you had at least six chances to fight back just now."

Snape said nothing, but continued to cast Transfiguration spells, creating soft, non-threatening strips of cloth that danced, again and again, trying to tie up Harry.

Harry stopped.

Snape stopped too.

"Aren't you very curious about why I asked the godfather to buy so many materials?" Harry said slowly.

Snape's face changed slightly.

Harry pulled a bottle of potion from his hat, a dark purple one.

Snape's pupils shrank suddenly.

Thunderbird blood, Loba venom, oleander sap...

He could almost immediately tell which poisons were used in the potion.

Harry unscrewed the cap and the scent wafted out.

Snape's face twisted further.

It was even more vicious than what he had observed at first glance. It was almost entirely composed of various poisonous substances. Any one of those things could easily kill a wizard, but now they were mixed together in an orderly manner.

"Potter, what are you doing!" Snape gritted his teeth, raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's hand, "Screw the cork back in!"

"Finally you remembered to attack?" Harry smiled softly, "You are a potion master, you should be able to tell what ingredients I used?"

"Now let me ask you a question. How long will it take for a normal person to die after drinking this potion?"

Ten minutes?

Five minutes?

Even faster...

Thunder explosion!

Snape vaguely guessed what Harry might do. He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to see it with his own eyes. He instantly cast a spell, a violent spell, without mercy, and rushed straight towards the bottle of potion.

Armor protects you!

Harry reacted quickly and the spell bounced off.

He swallowed the thunder potion in one gulp, and Snape watched helplessly, unable to stop him.

The purple liquid went down his throat and along his esophagus. The violent medicinal effect instantly filled his body and Harry's face flushed slightly.

"Potter, what are you doing!" Snape gritted his teeth, stared at him, and spit out these words from his back teeth.

"How long can I live?" Harry tilted his head and looked at him. "But I won't surrender. If you want to save me, you have to use your real skills, my dear Professor Snape."

"You Potters are all crazy!" Snape took out two bottles of potions from under his robes.

One bottle was a potion he had taken last year that could increase his magic power.

The other bottle is the elixir of life.

Maybe, that potion made entirely of poison will have some special effects and is not as poisonous as it looks and smells.

But he didn't dare to gamble.

Harry nodded, his tone cold: "That's right."

He raised his wand.

Dark clouds surged, thunder roared, and strong winds blew. In the blink of an eye, heavy rain fell. The weather changed as he wished.

Hermione waved her wand and conjured up a canopy for them.

Ron conjured up a towel for himself and wiped the rain off his face, his eyes wide open: "Harry did this?"

Changing the weather...

He knew that Harry had always been powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful that the entire Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest in the distance, and Hogsmeade in the distance were all affected.

"Obviously." Hermione frowned and looked ahead. The rain was heavy, hitting the awning with a series of thudding sounds, causing the little deformed creature to tremble.

Water vapor rose up, forming a pearl curtain all over the sky, making it impossible for her to see anything clearly.

There were only two opposing figures, one tall and one short, both far away from her.

"You've read too many knight novels. Do you think a duel on a rainy day would be more interesting?" Snape said with a sullen face.

Harry shook his head. "Thunderbird blood. I thought such a distinct color would remind you of this material."

He waved his wand.

Clear water like a spring!

The lake water surged up like boiling water, and a stream of water shot towards Snape rapidly.

This power...

It is much more powerful than the spell just now.

"Using poison to stimulate magic?" Snape's expression became even uglier. "A dangerous idea!"

He waved his wand, no longer holding back.

The black mist pushed his body, causing him to fly high up and stand in the air like a cloud.

The water arrow hit the ground hard, splashing dirt.

Harry clicked his tongue and continued waving his wand.

Two trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest collapsed with a loud bang and twisted into two giant snakes. They were more solid, thicker, and more like live snakes. They danced their huge bodies and pounced on Snape who was flying low. They surrounded and intercepted him, but Snape, who had taken the Felicis Potion, was much more flexible than them.

It's always just a little bit off.

There will always be a little difference.

Fierce fire gushed out.

Ordinary rain had no effect on it, and it clung to the two giant snakes, gnawing at them.

Snape moved nimbly, preparing to wave his wand again.

Snap——

Harry flicked his wand and thunder fell towards Snape.

Almost at the same time, two giant snakes appeared from below, opened their bloody mouths, and bit Snape.

During a thunderstorm, Harry has an almost endless supply of magic power, which is more powerful than usual.

Snape tapped himself lightly, and a hurricane pushed him away. The thunder brushed his clothes and fell to the ground, stirring up a puff of smoke. At the same time, in this instant, Snape raised his wand and shot out a black magic.

The light silvery light descended like a curtain, covering the entire lakeside.

This is magic for the soul.

The brain is being invaded.

Even with the protection of Occlumency, this greedy and tricky impact made Harry pause.

Two chains of water surged out from behind him, eager to wrap around Harry's hands.

The two giant snakes continued to chase Snape without stopping.