Chapter 1844 Snape's Memory

Hearing the Elder Wand, Snape finally looked up at Voldemort, whose face was a death mask, pale and frozen as marble.

"Owner……"

"You're a smart man, Severus, and you know what I need."

The black mist around Voldemort's body boiled in the air and enveloped Snape.

Snape seemed to flinch, but let the mist engulf him. He felt something, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Master, your strength..."

"My power is not enough, Severus, not enough! I need the help of the Elder Wand, which will help me kill Potter, and help me control the Staff of the Two Serpents to become truly immortal, but the problem is, the Elder Wand cannot The earth works for me, because I am not its true master."

The black mist completely enveloped Snape, and the only trace of blood on his face disappeared.

He seemed to feel his fate, and he knew that he could not escape.

"I can't hold the Elder Wand, and we all know why!" said Voldemort coldly. "The Elder Wand belonged to the wizard who killed its previous owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. As long as you live, The Elder Wand can't really be mine."

"Master!" Snape said in panic, raising his wand, but the darkness surrounding him took hold of him, and as soon as his hand holding the wand was raised, it fell heavily again.

"You have been a good and faithful servant, Severus, and I regret what had to happen. Your death will help me conquer this wand! Conquer this wand, and ultimately conquer this world."

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand high!

Snape's black eyes were wide open, looking in vain at the green light that was attacking him, until it was completely occupied by green.

………………

Alvin hovered in the thick fog and lost his way. This place made him feel very uncomfortable, and the surroundings were full of the breath of death.

That's not all, he could feel that danger was approaching in the mist!

Those monsters created by Voldemort, monsters more terrifying than dementors. Where he couldn't see, the cold mist crept into their windpipes with a screeching sound. They devour joy, hope, warmth, and life.

As the mist filled, Aiwen felt that his life was trying to pass, he slammed the air with his wand, and the patron saint appeared again, and it circled Aiwen in a circle, dispelling the thick fog around him.

The dense fog receded, and the monsters hidden in it disappeared. But these are not enough, he must get out of here as soon as possible and return to reality.

Ivan felt it carefully, this is the different space created by Voldemort. Compared with Haierbo's space, this space is still an unfinished version. It is not divorced from the real world, and it is a space formed by the magic power of the double snake staff.

Therefore, it can be crushed with stronger magic power. Ivan quickly discovered the abnormality, and he raised his wand and waved it to a place.

The light emanating from the patron saint became stronger and stronger. It rushed towards the direction Ivan was pointing at, there was a sound of glass breaking, the thick fog and the space created by Voldemort disappeared, Ivan returned to the real world, he was still in front of the tower.

On the tower not far away, green light gathered at the tip of the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand. Snape fell at his feet, lost control of his body, about to be hit by the Killing Curse.

Ivan commanded the patron saint to rush over quickly, and it collided with Voldemort's Killing Curse,

In the next second, the green light still passed through his Patronus, passed through the white light, and hit Snape.

He fell to the ground without a sound.

"Ivan Mason!" Voldemort turned to look at Ivan, his scarlet eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "It's not your turn yet, but it won't be long...the next one is Harry Potter!"

Ivan flew forward quickly and shot a curse at Voldemort, but Voldemort's body disappeared out of thin air. Only Snape was left lying on the ground, and under the shadow of the faint green light, he lay there soundlessly, losing all vitality.

Ivan leaned over to help him up, the Patronus Curse could not stop the Killing Curse, but if he was the owner of the Elder Wand, his Patronus Curse would make Voldemort's Killing Curse ineffective.

In other words, Snape was not dead.

There is such a possibility!

Aiwen is not sure, after all, no one has ever tried this situation, and there is no book about it, but he is the master of the old wand, and his magic is higher than that of other wizards who use that wand , even Voldemort's Killing Curse, is no exception.

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Ivan checked Snape's situation...

There is also a heartbeat, although it is very weak and almost disappears, but he is not dead!

Ivan took out a bottle of recovery potion and poured it into Snape, who opened his eyes weakly.

"professor!"

Snape tried to speak, but nothing came out. A silver-blue substance, neither gas nor liquid, came out of his mouth, ears, and eyes. Those were his memories.

It can be seen from his expression that he hopes that Ivan will give this memory to Harry.

Ivan fished them into the potion bottle with his wand. He probably knew what these were, memories of Snape and Dumbledore's plans, and his memories of Harry's mother.

"I'll give them to Harry," Ivan said.

The light in Snape's eyes faded, and he closed them again.

Ivan took out another bottle of potion and fed it to Snape, but he soon had no time to care about Snape, and he felt the magic power around him changing rapidly.

The intensity of magic power is increasing at an unimaginable speed, and they are pouring out from all directions.

Not just the room in front of you, but the entire space.

Boom...boom...boom...

Space is vibrating at a certain frequency, just like a heartbeat. It's not just this tower that shakes, but the entire space...

No, the whole world.

Voldemort activated the ultimate magic, and he was about to become the evil god.

………………

In the dense fog, Harry kept falling. He shouted the names of Ivan and Sirius, but got no response. He didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't think about it.

Harry's scar hurt like hell, and he could feel Voldemort's power growing rapidly.

However, he was also powerless to worry about it at this time. A bone-chilling chill enveloped him, and the monster hidden deep in the thick fog was approaching. He no longer had the strength to summon the Patronus, and he could no longer control his trembling body.

Amidst the weird and piercing voice, Harry's life was rapidly draining.

He knew that he was going to die!

It was ironic that he was ready to die, but he thought he would die in a fair duel with Voldemort, just like his father did back then, instead of being killed by an unknown monster like now.

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