What right does Snape have to say such things?

like?

Will he be someone who understands love?

What a joke!

In terms of past and experience, he is even more miserable than his own past.

Voldemort stared at Snape coldly, like a snake.

Although he grew up in an orphanage, Snape has a home, but the good is that he will not be forced to apologize to his father by the drunkard's father, and will not be forced to apologize to his father.

Wait till Hogwarts.

Slytherin of Tom's class did not discriminate against half-bloods yet. What's more, Tom was handsome, talented, and intelligent. He also said that he was a pure-blood wizard. He was very popular in Slytherin. Although some people had doubts - but all of that disappeared after Tom revealed his talent for Parseltongue, and turned into even more intense pursuit.

And Snape...

He has always been the one being bullied at school.

When I was in lower grades, I was always bullied because I was mixed-race and poor.

When he finally showed his talent and tried his best to integrate into his own academy, bullying outside the academy was waiting for him.

Can such a person understand love?

"Severus, I admire you." Voldemort tried to calm himself down and said softly, "You, me, and Crouch, we are all the same people."

“Unsatisfactory family life.”

"An outstanding talent."

"An unforgettable understanding of the world..."

Snape shook his head and interrupted him: "Dark Devil... Voldemort, no, we are different."

"You don't understand love."

He paused and laughed at himself: "Although we are the same in this respect, I don't understand it either."

"But at least I pursue and yearn for it."

"Love is the most powerful magic in the world."

Snape didn't understand.

Dumbledore said that he was a person who understood love, but he felt that he was not, or perhaps he really had mastered it, but he did not understand what love was.

But it is this power that one is not clear about and does not understand.

Allowing him, a dark wizard, to use the Patronus Charm.

Keep him from going crazy.

Let him be alive.

Voldemort looked at Snape and raised his hands: "How ridiculous! Lily Potter had love back then, but she also died under my spell."

"Do you think you can stop me now?"

He noticed that the Wild Hunt, who were still alive behind him, were extremely loyal. The Dark Mark forced them to be so loyal, and they tried their best to stop Harry and Dumbledore, although this had little effect.

Snape flicked his wand and threw the left arm floating under him in front of Voldemort: "This is yours, and I'm giving it back to you now."

"You broke an arm, and I gave you one in return. Now we are fair."

"As for whether I can stop you or not."

He paused again and pulled a bottle of potion from beneath his robes.

Voldemort could see that it was the same potion as the first one Potter had taken.

"You have been lying to me." Voldemort said softly, "When did your brain block technique reach this level?"

Snape grinned and drank the potion happily: "Lie?"

"No, who dares to lie in front of you, the great Dark Lord?"

"From beginning to end, I have been telling the truth."

The potion began to take effect in his body. The powerful effect washed over his weak body, and the magic power ran rampant and overbearing.

Veins bulged out, twisting and protruding across his face, as if all the scars of his past experiences were engraved on his face.

Both the breath of magic and the breath of life exploded and grew by half.

The life I had been living in for more than a year was worse than death, all of which was to accumulate vitality for a day like this.

"I only told you part of it, and I didn't tell you the other part that you didn't ask." Snape tried his best not to let the pain pass through his voice.

The Thunder Potion was too much of a burden on his body.

especially……

It was such a severe thunderstorm.

"You are truly an unimaginable...spy." Voldemort said softly, and green light shot out from his fingertips.

Death Curse——

Snape dodged easily and waved his wand. The Fiendfyre surged and, under the control of the Transfiguration Spell, it turned into a huge python, and rushed towards Voldemort like a black patronus.

It collided with the white fire and then died.

Even after taking the potion, Snape is still quite a distance away from Voldemort.

The only ones who can use magic to compete with Voldemort are Dumbledore or Harry who took two bottles of potion. If Snape took one more bottle, he could also reach this level.

But he can't.

One bottle was already overdrawing his vitality. After only a few rounds of fighting, his eyes, nose, and even skin were cracked, and large streams of blood gushed out, revealing an abnormally rich deep red color.

Moreover, the result he got was not good at the cost of his own vitality.

All his magic had almost no effect on Voldemort.

Curses, black magic, potions...

They were all easily dealt with by Voldemort.

Voldemort whispered, pointing his index finger at him: "You disappoint me."

Two streams of white frost intertwined, attacking Snape from both sides and crashing into him.

This trick didn't work on Harry, and it didn't work very well on Snape either.

He can fly.

The body leaped downward and collided with the white frost.

But Voldemort had anticipated this and tapped his finger.

The frost condensed into a thick white spear, and at the moment Snape fell, it shot out with a whoosh, piercing his shoulder fiercely, knocking him down from the air and nailing him to the ground.

Snape coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised his wand tremblingly, pointed it at Voldemort, and chanted a spell.

"God's sword has no shadow!"

This is his most proud curse.

The invisible sharp blade surged forward, but Voldemort did not dodge, allowing the spell to fly and cut off his ear.

Frost flowed on the fingers, pointing at him.

Another thick white spear pierced his other shoulder and nailed him to the ground.

But Snape did not resist and raised his hands stubbornly.

He chanted the spell weakly but firmly.

The next second, maybe it will be another Frost Spear, or maybe it will be a Killing Curse.

This spell might be the last one he utters.

"Expect God to Guard!"

He spoke softly, his voice trembling.

But he did not choose any other spell that could be used in this situation, but instead chose a spell that would surprise even Voldemort.

Patronus Charm.

The mist flowed, the magic wand emitted a white and holy light, and a doe jumped out, landing on the ground, swaying and noisy, looking innocent and lively.

Snape stared at it in fascination.

What a beautiful creature!

I actually owned it for sixteen years.

Voldemort sneered: "Patronus? Severus, what do you take me for?"

"Dementors?"

"Vodibat?"

"You actually want to use it against me?"

He pointed his index finger and fiercely chanted the spell: "Avada Kedavra!"

Green light tears through the silver doe.

Snape closed his eyes in pain.