HP Approaches the Magic World

Things just happen suddenly, in an instant.

Snape received Voldemort's summons, conveyed through Lucius Malfoy, so Jon planned to go to see the problems on campus first, but he met Harry halfway.

They were heading to the Shrieking Shack.

So Jon also planned to visit the Shrieking Shack.

There were some troubles on the road, but they were still within the range of the students. He ran as fast as he could, almost feeling that he could leave death behind. He ignored the bright lights that shot through the darkness around him, and ignored the waves that formed like the sea.

They ignored the sound of rushing water in the lake and ignored the creaking sounds coming from the Forbidden Forest - even though there was no wind at night. They ran across the playground, which seemed to be resisting, and Harry had never run so fast in his life.

Passed. Then, he was the first to see the big tree, the whomping willow with its whip-like branches, protecting the secret under the roots.

Harry slowed down out of breath, avoiding the swishing branches of the Whomping Willow, and looked carefully at the thick trunk in the dark, hoping to see the mark on the old bark that could calm the tree.

Scar, Ron and Hermione also caught up, and Hermione was so breathless that she couldn't even speak.

"How - how do we get in?" Ron gasped, "I can - I can see the place - if we - take Crookshanks with us -"

"Crookshanks?" Hermione gasped, bending down and grabbing her chest, "Are you a wizard?"

"Oh - yes - right -"

Ron looked around, then pointed his wand at a branch on the ground, and said: "Wingardim Leviosa!" The branch suddenly flew up from the ground, spinning in the air as if blown by the wind, and then

It swished through the dangerous branches of the Whomping Willow and rushed straight towards the trunk. It poked a place near the root of the tree, and suddenly, the twisted and whipping willow tree fell silent.

"Beautiful!" Hermione gasped.

"etc."

In that brief moment, Harry hesitated. The air was filled with the roar and crash of battle. Voldemort wanted him to do this, wanted him to come to the door... Was he leading Ron and Hermione into a trap?

?

Then, reality seemed to surround him, cruel and clear: there was only one way ahead, which was to kill the snake, and the snake was with Voldemort, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel...

"Harry, we're here, come in quickly!" Ron said, pushing him forward.

Harry twisted and climbed into the dirt tunnel hidden under the tree roots. It was much narrower than the last time they came in. The roof of the tunnel was very low, and they had to bend down almost four years ago. Now they can only

They crawled forward. Harry was at the front. He lit his wand, always alert to encounter obstacles. Unexpectedly, the journey went smoothly. They crawled forward silently. Harry stared at the sound of the wand in his hand.

A flickering light.

Finally, the tunnel began to rise upward, and Harry saw a narrow light in front of him. Hermione tugged on his ankle.

"Invisibility cloak!" she whispered, "put on the invisibility cloak!"

Harry groped behind him, and Hermione pushed the slippery dress into his hand that was not holding the wand. Harry struggled to put the dress on his body, whispered "Knox" and extinguished the wand.

bright light, and then continued to crawl forward on hands and feet, trying not to make a sound. He tensed up all his nerves, knowing that he might be discovered at any time, hear a cold and clear voice, and see a dazzling light at any time.

of green light.

Then, he heard voices coming from the room in front, but the gap at the end of the tunnel was blocked by something like an old box, which made the voices sound a bit muffled. Harry tried to hold his breath, little by little.

He moved to the gap and looked through the narrow gap between the box and the cave wall.

The light in the room over there was dim, but he still saw Nagini. The big snake was safe in the starry magic protective ball floating in the air, twisting and coiling like it was underwater. Harry also saw a

On the edge of the table, there was a pale hand with slender fingers fidgeting with a wand. Then, Snape spoke, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. There were only a few steps away from where Snape and Harry were hiding.

inch.

"...Master, their resistance is collapsing——"

"——There is no credit for you in this," Voldemort said in his high, clear voice, "Severus, although you are a brilliant wizard, I think you are of little use now. We are still a little short of

It’s almost successful…it’s still a little bit far away.”

"Let me find the boy. Let me bring you Potter. I know I can find him, Master. Please."

Snape walked past the gap, and Harry stepped back a little, still staring at Nagini. He was wondering if there was any magic spell that could penetrate the protective layer around the snake, but he couldn't think of any.

If he dares to act rashly, his position will be exposed if he fails...

Voldemort stood up. Harry could see him now, his red eyes, his flat, snake-like face, and his pale glimmer in the darkness.

"I have a problem, Severus," Voldemort said softly.

"Master?" Snape said.

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand and held it delicately and elegantly between his fingers, like a baton.

"Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

In the silence, Harry seemed to be able to hear the hissing sound of the snake as it coiled and stretched, or was it Voldemort's hissing sigh that lingered in the air?

"Master - Master?" Snape said blankly, "I don't understand. You - you cast superb magic with this wand."

"No," said Voldemort, "I only cast my ordinary wand. I am superb, but this wand... no. It did not show the miracles it was supposed to show. This wand is the same wand that I received from Ori all those years ago.

Compared with the wand bought by Fander, I can't feel any difference."

Voldemort's tone was calm and thoughtful, but Harry's scar began to throb with pain again. As the pain on his forehead intensified little by little, he felt that the anger in Voldemort's heart gradually escalated.

"There is no difference." Voldemort said again.

Snape didn't speak. Harry couldn't see his face, wondering if Snape sensed danger and was searching for the right words to dispel his master's doubts.

Voldemort began to walk around the room. Harry couldn't see him for a few seconds. He could only hear him pacing and still talking in that unhurried voice. At the same time, Harry's pain and

The anger continues to grow.

"I thought hard about it for a long time, Severus... do you know why I called you back from the battlefield?"

For a moment, Harry saw Snape's profile. Snape's eyes were staring at the coiled snake in the magic cage.

"I don't know, Master, but I beg you to let me go back and let me find Potter."

"You sound like Lucius. None of you know Potter as well as I do. There's no need to look for it. Potter will come to you. I know his weakness, his one big flaw. He doesn't want to see it.

Watching others being knocked down around him, and knowing it's all happening because of him. He will stop it at all costs. He will come."

"But, Master, he may be accidentally killed by someone else——"

"My instructions to my Death Eaters were very clear. Capture Potter alive. Kill his friends - the more the better - but not him."

"But, Severus, it is you I want to talk about, not Harry Potter. You have been valuable to me, very valuable."

"Master knows that I am willing to serve you. But - let me find the boy, Master. Let me bring him to you. I know I can -"

"I told you, no!" Voldemort said. When he turned around again, Harry saw the red light flashing in his eyes and heard the rustling of his cloak, like a snake crawling on the ground.

Harry could still feel Voldemort's impatience from the burning scar. "Severus, what I'm concerned about right now is what will happen when I finally face that boy!"

"Master, of course there can be no problem -?"

"—There's a problem, Severus, there's a problem."

Voldemort stopped, and Harry could see him clearly again. He was stroking the Elder Wand with his pale fingers and staring at Snape.

"Why don't both of my wands work against Harry Potter?"

"I-I can't answer, Master."

"Yeah?"

Intense anger pierced Harry's head like nails. He stuffed his fist into his mouth to prevent himself from screaming in pain. He closed his eyes, and suddenly he turned into Voldemort, staring at Snape.

A pale face.

"My yew wand served me perfectly, Severus, but it failed to kill Harry Potter. It failed twice. Ollivander told me the twins under torture

Regarding the wand core, I was told to use someone else's wand. I did so, but Lucius's wand fell into pieces as soon as it met Potter's wand."

"I-I don't understand either, Master."

Snape was not looking at Voldemort at this moment. His black eyes were still staring at the big snake coiled and twisting in the protective ball.

"I found the third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, and the Death Wand. I took it from its previous owner. I took it from Albus Dumbledore's tomb.

Brought it."

Now Snape looked at Voldemort. Snape's face was like a death mask, as white as marble and solidified. When he spoke, people were shocked. Unexpectedly, there was a living person behind those empty eyes.

"Master - let me find that boy -"

"Throughout the long night, I have been sitting here with my eyes on the verge of victory," Voldemort said, his voice almost whispering, "I wonder, I wonder, why the Elder Wand refuses to use its power and do what it says it does.

Its rightful owner works wonders...and now I seem to have the answer."

Snape said nothing.

"Perhaps you already knew? You are a smart man after all, Severus. You have been a good and loyal servant, and I am sorry that what must have happened."

"Owner--"

"The Elder Wand does not serve me well, Severus, because I am not its true owner. The Elder Wand belonged to the wizard who killed its previous owner. It was you who killed Albus Dumbledore. As long as

As long as you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine."

"Master!" Snape protested, raising his wand.

"There is no other way," said Voldemort. "I must conquer this wand, Severus. Conquer this wand, and finally conquer Potter."

Voldemort punched the air with the Elder Wand. Snape was unharmed. For a moment, he seemed to think that he was temporarily exempted. Then, Voldemort's intention became clear. The big snake's cage rolled in the air, and Snape only said

With a scream, the cage covered his head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.

"kill."

With a terrible scream, Harry saw that the only trace of blood on Snape's face disappeared, and the snake's fangs pierced into his neck. He weakly pushed away the magical cage, and his knees collapsed.

On the ground, his face turned pale and his black eyes were wide open.

"I'm sorry." Voldemort said coldly.

He turned around, feeling no sorrow or regret in his heart. With the wand that absolutely obeyed his orders, he should leave this shack now and clean up the situation. He pointed the wand at the starry snake cage, and the cage floated up.

, and left Snape. Snape fell to the ground, blood spurting out from the wound on his neck. Voldemort quickly left the room without looking back at the giant beast enclosed in the huge protective ball.

The snake floated away with him.

Harry returned to the tunnel, returned to his own thoughts, and opened his eyes. He bit the knuckles of his fingers to bleed in order to prevent himself from shouting. At this moment, he looked through the gap between the box and the cave wall.

Peering through the narrow gap, I saw a foot in black boots shaking on the floor.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped after him, but he had already pointed his wand at the box blocking his view. The box hung an inch and floated quietly to the side. Harry crept in.

That house.

He didn't know why he did this, why he approached the dying man. When he saw Snape's pale face and saw those fingers trying to block the bleeding wound on his neck, he didn't know what he was doing.

How did he feel? Harry took off the invisibility cloak and looked down at the man he hated. Snape saw Harry with his wide black eyes, and he struggled to speak. Harry leaned down, and Snape grabbed Harry

The front of his robe pulled him closer to her.

Snape's throat made a horrifying sound of huffing and gurgling.

"Take...go...get...go..."

It wasn't just blood that flowed out of Snape's body. A silver-blue substance that was neither gas nor liquid came out of his mouth, ears and eyes. Harry understood what it was, but he didn't.

Know what to do -

A flask conjured out of thin air was thrust into his trembling hand by Hermione. Harry used his wand to fish out the silver substance into the bottle. The bottle was full, and Snape's blood seemed to have drained out. He grabbed

The hand holding Harry's robe feebly loosened its grip.

"look at me……"

The green eyes stared into the black eyes, but after a second, something in the depths of those black eyes seemed to disappear, and they became blank, dull and empty.

The hand holding Harry fell to the ground, and Snape stopped moving.

He should be dead.

Harry was a little flustered,