Death is not scary.

Snape was not afraid, he even yearned for it.

Being buried under Voldemort's curse is probably the best ending.

Even if I never had her, even if I had no ties with her, even if I was nothing like her... at least I would die the same way as her, and my life would always have more parts that were similar to hers.

He accepted it calmly, but some people couldn't accept it.

Just at the moment when the green light was emitted.

The marble floor beneath them twisted simultaneously, and two towering walls rose up one after another.

The killing curse hit it, causing a huge explosion.

Gravel flew everywhere.

Snape knew that someone had saved him. Dumbledore? Or Potter? Or maybe both of them.

He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't.

The strength that he had been holding up in his heart was gone. The side effects of the potion that he was not supposed to take began to erupt violently, destroying every part of his body.

Voldemort looked back.

Harry came flying over on a Firebolt, holding a grinning, swaying Dumbledore in his hand.

Snape was no match for Voldemort.

But his tiny body, tiny magic power, and tiny effort achieved the most desirable effect—he delayed long enough for Dumbledore and Snape to arrive.

"You go and save Professor Snape." Harry whispered, jumping off the Firebolt.

The potion's effects were still lasting.

Having lost an arm and his wand, although it was still enough to defeat an opponent like Snape, he was somewhat powerless against Harry, who was not much different in strength.

not to mention……

His faith was shrinking.

Dumbledore landed behind the stone wall.

Snape's physical condition was shocking. He had lost too much blood and was completely shrunken. His breathing was also not smooth.

Voldemort hadn't done him much harm.

Most of these injuries were caused by potions.

The youngest potion master, the one who is most familiar with potions, was bitten back by the potions.

He waved his wand.

Several healing spells were cast, but to no avail; Snape's body was still being torn apart by the potion.

This has nothing to do with Dumbledore's spell.

No matter how good the spell, potion or magic item is, it cannot save a person who wants to die.

Even the Resurrection Stone, one of the three legendary holy artifacts.

Just like the Philosopher's Stone, which can turn stones into gold and grant immortality, it could not save Nicolas Flamel's life.

If you want Snape to survive, you have to make Snape want to survive first.

"Severus, you can't die yet." Dumbledore said.

Snape was speechless.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and imitated Harry's tone: "It's hard to find a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts right now. I need you, otherwise we may not have an available professor next year."

Snape's breath did not improve.

Dumbledore continued, "Harry needs you too. He also needs potions for you to make."

Snape was slightly agitated, his emotions rising, and his breathing seemed to be smoother.

But that’s not enough.

Dumbledore paused, searched his head, lowered his head, and whispered in Snape's ear: "Sirius is not dead yet."

Snape reacted violently, his breath fluctuating violently.

His eyelids began to tremble and he tried hard to open them.

This sentence stimulated him.

Let him begin to have the will to live.

yes……

How can I die!

That guy Blake is still alive!

At least I have to see that guy die!

Dumbledore was relieved and cast a series of healing spells. Snape's physical injuries were under control. Although they did not heal, at least they did not get worse.

Several protective spells were cast.

He raised his head and looked into the air, and stopped treating Snape - the conditions here were limited, and it was enough to ensure that Snape would not die. There were more important things to do next.

Harry fought Voldemort with a Firebolt.

After taking Blizzard, his flexibility in the air was no worse than on the ground.

certainly……

The only drawback is that Harry can dodge, but the Firebolt cannot. It is just a magic prop and if it is not controlled by someone, it is a living target.

After just a few minutes of fighting, both brooms were broken.

And this only shortcoming can also be made up for.

There are four more in the Sorting Hat, not counting the one he's riding on.

Voldemort didn't last long enough to destroy the seventh broom.

In the first few strikes, Harry was aiming to weaken him, but gradually, every strike of his sword became a killing move, aiming to take Voldemort's life.

With one sword, cut off the ear.

Another sword strike, cutting off the nose.

The handsome Tom Riddle, or change back to his true appearance, without a nose.

This started to create real fear in his heart.

No, I have to escape!

He rose into the air, his magic power surged, and he was about to fly out -

Harry looked at him calmly and suddenly released his brain defense.

An inexplicable link was created between the two people.

Voldemort turned around and looked at Harry in confusion, not understanding why such a connection suddenly occurred at this moment, but almost instantly, he reacted and his face turned pale.

Horcrux!

Harry also has one of his Horcruxes!

It was left behind accidentally when Lily Potter was killed that day.

Oh no!

Harry raised his wand and cast a spell on his scar.

The soul transmits and the pain attacks.

Voldemort couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

In just a moment, Harry jumped off his broom again.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, waved his hands, and hastily counterattacked. One stream of white frost tore the Firebolt apart, and the other two streams attacked from both sides.

But Harry turned into a white wolf in an instant, brushed past the white frost, bit the sword of Gryffindor, and with a "whoosh" - stabbed it fiercely into Voldemort's neck.

He quickly turned back into an adult.

With a wave of the magic wand, the alchemical bomb hanging on his waist turned into iron. The magic wand pulled and dragged the two of them to the ground rapidly.

boom!

The smoke and dust was raised to a height of more than one person.

Harry took out the snake bone sword and drove it into his chest.

“Harry, take that,” Geralt called from behind him, throwing his two swords at him.

Harry tapped his wand.

One nail was driven into the right forearm, and the other into the lower abdomen.

"Tom," Harry said softly, "we have to finish this now."

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"Albus." Harry waved his wand and used a Transfiguration spell to force Voldemort's head to stand up straight and open his eyelids.

Dumbledore came over.

Capture the mind and thoughts.

Together, the two of them cast the spell.

Voldemort is a master of Legilimency and brain defense, but his will has long collapsed and his soul is shattered beyond recognition. He cannot resist for long and is invaded by Dumbledore and Harry, whose memory is snooped into.

From his memories in the Room of Requirement, to Crouch capturing Karkaroff and arranging for him to stay with the Ravenclaw Diadem, to his preparations for resurrection and the days after his successful resurrection.

The memory is complete and clear.

Dumbledore finishes earlier than Harry, and the two of them exchange what they saw in their memories.

I wasn’t sure once, but after two or three times…

They were finally sure that Voldemort had no more Horcruxes.