v2 Chapter 1843： final use (1/2)

Ai Wen's Patronus Charm flew forward, dispelling the icy darkness around them. They were already close to Voldemort at this time. Apart from these monsters, there was nothing to stop them, and there was no point in continuing to hide their figures. Voldemort is not an enemy that can be solved by sneak attack and assassination, and Aiwen did not intend to assassinate Voldemort.

He has his own plan!

His Patronus broke through the obstruction of darkness, and then, Sirius and Harry's Patronus appeared in turn. Under the protection of the patron saint, they quickly approached the tower in front of them.

Under the silver light, Ai Wen even saw the figure of Voldemort.

He was standing in a room glowing with a faint green light, the flat, snake-like face was facing them, a layer of black mist shrouded his body, exuding an evil aura.

The real decisive battle is about to begin!

Ai Wen was excited and rushed over at a faster pace. The expected attack did not appear, but the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Just as he was about to rush up the tower, a strange magic power struck from the tower.

This magic power instantly enveloped Ai Wen, and the icy darkness became the only color again.

The tower and Voldemort all disappeared, and Aiwen stopped his broom blankly, looked around, and found himself in a strange space, and the stars in the sky also lost their light.

The mist is coming from all directions!

Ai Wen immediately reacted. This was the magic of the double snake rod. He left the real world and entered the different space dominated by Voldemort.

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Above the tower, Voldemort looked coldly at Hogwarts in the distance.

A layer of constantly changing black mist shrouded his body, exuding a chilling icy aura. A wand, wrapped in a tentacle-like thing, held up to his chest.

The tentacles were covered with black scabs, like rotten flesh that had been soaked in water for a long time.

It went all the way under Voldemort's robes, where his left hand should have been.

His pale, long-fingered right hand was gently stroking the wand.

At Voldemort's feet, Snape knelt on the ground, not daring to look up, ”Master, their resistance is disintegrating...”

”You don't get credit for this,” Voldemort said in his high, clear voice. ”I'm disappointed in your performance, and I'm disappointed in the performance of the other Death Eaters. We've had too many chances, long overdue. To catch those two boys, not to wait until tonight, even cost me my most important servant.”

”Owner......”

”Disappointed, but as expected, as early as the night I failed to escape sixteen years ago, I realized that you were unreliable. Only greater power will allow me to go further,” said Voldemort.

”Master, I will prove my usefulness and let me go out and bring you Potter and Mason,” said Snape quickly. ”I know I can find them, Master, please.”

”There's no need to look for it,” said Voldemort slowly. ”They'll deliver it themselves, and that's their only chance to prevent me from becoming immortal. And I know their weaknesses, especially Potter, who someone like him has. A big flaw, unwilling to watch others get knocked down around him, will stop at nothing. In fact, I can already feel their breath, approaching, that nasty magic... ”