Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Everything is petrified."

Harry waved his wand, and a spell hit Snape's chest.

"Snapped."

Snape's wand held in front of his chest swung slightly, and he set aside the Petrification Curse.

"If you see a wizard waving his wand and then casting a spell, it's to increase the magic output, not to speed up the spell."

Snape said, waving his wand and leaving the triangle area in front of him for the first time, making a half circle around his body and swinging it towards Harry.

He didn't even say the spell, but it crashed into Harry with a sharp crack through the air.

"Snapped."

The curse hit Harry, and the temporary Iron Armor Curse he used had no effect at all.

"Bang."

The body flew up, hit the wooden door hard again, and then fell to the ground.

"Ahem~~"

Harry felt like he was going to cough up blood. He struggled to stand up, but couldn't.

"If you don't want to accumulate magic power and make the spell stronger, please don't swing it randomly."

Snape said, shook his wand again, and said "out of body body", and a green light hit Harry.

Harry, who was clutching his stomach and struggling, suddenly found that his body was no longer under his control.

"stand up."

He heard Snape say coldly, and then his body stood up, completely ignoring the pain.

"The Imperius Curse, one of the most terrifying black magics, can control other people's bodies."

Snape's voice seemed to come from another world, but Harry still heard it all.

"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting."

Another green light came, and countless blades seemed to appear in his body, beginning to disintegrate his body.

The effect of the Imperius Curse disappeared, and the pain instantly became more severe.

"Ah... stop... ah..."

Harry wanted to shout "stop" but he couldn't.

Never before has the pain been so real.

"Whoosh."

Snape stopped using magic, and Harry lay on the ground panting, his body covered with sweat from the struggle.

"You have experienced two of the three unforgivable curses, and you have also experienced the third one."

Snape looked at Harry's forehead, his hair wet with sweat, covering the lightning.

"Whoosh."

He waved his wand, and a little mouse came to Harry. The frightened Harry was unable to avoid the pain, and then he heard Snape's voice.

"Avada Kedavra~~"

Under the cold voice, a green light fell on the mouse quickly and quickly.

The mouse that had been squeaking just now stopped all movements and collapsed on the ground.

"It...he's dead?"

Harry asked with some fear, a green light flashed across his memory.

"Dead, this is the curse that was originally meant to take away your life. He has never failed. The only time it happened was on you." Snape said solemnly.

Harry swallowed and looked at Snape: "It's lying on the ground..."

"Shut up."

Snape roared angrily, waved his wand, and Harry's body flew three meters sideways and hit the wall again.

"Don't mistake stupidity for bravery, Mr. Savior. No one except Dumbledore dares to do that."

"Ahem..."

Harry lay on the ground like a shrimp and coughed. After a while, he raised his head and said with red eyes, "I dare, he can't kill me."

Snape's hand shook for a moment, as if he was about to use magic, but stopped midway.

The only sound in the tower was Harry's breathing, and Snape was silent for a long time.

"How can I kill him?" Harry suddenly asked.

Snape was stunned. He had never thought about this problem.

"Wait until you can kill me, Mr. Potter, pick up your wand."

Snape's eyes looked at Harry with some changes, but there was still a contemptuous smile on his face.

Harry pushed himself up with his hands, reluctantly stood up and picked up his wand.

"Everyone has their own wand-wielding habits, depending on the spells the wizard has mastered and his fighting habits."

Snape raised his hand and raised his wand at an angle until the tip was parallel to his eyes.

“You need to find your own habits, but I can share mine with you as a template for you to learn and explore.”

Harry nodded and followed Snape's lead in raising his wand, keeping the tip level with his eyes.

"Very few people use magic spells to attack the position below the waist. Even the leg-binding spell can hit the upper body and have an effect. Therefore, I am used to guarding the upper body with the wand."

Snape explained in great detail that Harry had no idea what this meant.

A wizard who throws out his most accustomed fighting moves without reservation is simply looking for death.

But Snape did just that. All he wanted was to give Harry some combat experience.

Help him defeat the Dark Lord?

Snape had never had the idea that the Dark Lord was invincible. This idea had long been rooted deep in his soul.

"Put your wand hand on your chest and don't leave the triangle when waving the wand..."

"Where is the triangle?"

"The small triangle, eyes and shoulders, the big triangle, eyes and ribs."

Snape said, moving the tip of the wand to the left, "When the enemy attacks your left shoulder, you only need to point the wand here and move your left body slightly backward to protect yourself very well."

"What if the enemy breaks my defenses?" Harry asked, "just like you just broke me."

"No matter how powerful the spell is, when your defensive spell collides with it, it can cause a slight turn. The avoidance of your left shoulder is just the time to prevent the enemy from completely defeating you."

"What if the enemy's attack goes straight to the chest?"

"The body leans more to one side. In short, protecting the triangle area protects the stability of the body."

"stability?"

"To fight back."

Snape said, shaking his wand back, "When you guard against an attack, the wand will shake like this, and as long as the triangle is in a stable state, you can counterattack immediately."

As he spoke, the wand trembled and swung forward, and a burst of magic hit the wall.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Only at this moment did he realize how fast Snape was able to perform the spell.

"F... the mysterious man's wand swing doesn't seem to be in the Guardian Triangle, and his speed is faster," Harry said.

Snape frowned, he didn't want Harry to use the Dark Lord as his imaginary enemy.

However, it seems that he has no control over this matter.

"He rarely defends, or has little need to defend."

Snape showed off Voldemort's attack style, with the wand held in his hand. "I have tried to learn his wand swinging technique. It is not difficult."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, sent his wand forward, and struck a spell on the opposite wall.

This wasn't over yet. He took another step forward, flipped his wrist, and cast another magic spell. Then he took another step forward and flipped his wrist again...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Several spells hit the wall one after another, looking very explosive.

"Wouldn't this be a better way to wave the wand?" Harry asked.

"It's indeed better if you don't consider defense." Snape stopped and said, "And he can also control the curse to draw weird arcs, and now he can also make the curse float..."

At the end of the sentence, he stopped on his own initiative.

There was nothing he could do, just talking about it, he even scared himself.

Thinking of the Dark Lord surrounded by dozens of killing curses, pushing forward all the way, Snape's scalp instantly went numb.

"How does he defend himself?" Harry asked confused.

Rarely, Snape scratched his head.

"No need." He replied.

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