The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Snape..." Harry looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Severus Snape was half-kneeling beside him, his wand raised, doing his best to heal the wound on his wrist.

Then, he seemed to pour another small bottle of potion on Harry's wrist.

There was a burst of refreshing coolness from the wound on his wrist, which was very comfortable... At the same time, Harry's strength began to recover little by little.

The previous petrification spell was also lifted, and now Harry can at least move about freely.

All of this was undoubtedly due to Snape.

"Why?" He looked at Snape in disbelief.

Just now, when he was about to face death, Harry had thought of many escape situations. He thought of Jon arriving at the last moment and saving himself; he also thought of Sirius and Remus, who found him before the mysterious man was resurrected; he even thought of his wand saving his life again.

But he never thought that it was Severus Snape who saved him.

"Just stand behind me, Potter!" Snape said coldly, at the same time he held his head high, raised his wand, and pointed it in the direction of the cauldron.

"How could it be..." Harry now only felt dizzy in his head.

Snape's not-so-broad figure looked so reliable now, enough to help him resist all threats.

Could it be that...Professor Snape...was a good man from beginning to end? Suddenly, a thought popped into Harry's mind.

Just like in the first grade, he has been dealing with Quirrell. When he almost fell off the broomstick because of Quirrell's spell, he saved himself with a counter-curse.

In the second year, when he heard that the Muggle students of Hogwarts had been attacked by a basilisk, his face showed a look of extreme pain.

In the third year, facing the growling werewolf, he stood in front of himself, Ron and Hermione.

In the fourth grade, he showed Fudge the Dark Mark on his arm, revealing Voldemort's return to Fudge.

In the fifth grade, he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and brought the news of his group going to the Ministry of Magic to the Order of the Phoenix.

Then in sixth grade...

So, is the death of Professor Albus Dumbledore really related to Snape?

Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in the death of Professor Dumbledore.

Harry just felt that his head was very messy, very messy, and now he wished someone would use a Legilimency spell on him.

Now he only felt that his brain was not enough, if only Hermione was here, with Hermione's ingenuity, he would definitely be able to find some clues.

Just when Harry was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw with horror that a cloud of hot smoke began to rise from the cauldron.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, a man's black figure emerged from the cauldron. He was tall and thin, like a skeleton.

This nightmarish face was paler than a skeleton, with two big red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake's, and two thin slits for nostrils...

Voldemort has risen again.

"Finally, I'm back!" the cold, sharp voice said sharply behind the smoke.

As Voldemort spoke, he began to examine himself. His hands were like big pale spiders, and his slender and pale fingers stroked his chest, arms, and face; those red eyes seemed brighter in the darkness, and the pupils were narrowed into two slits. He raised his hands, moved his fingers, his expression was ecstatic...

"What a pleasant feeling!"

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry...

His complexion changed slightly.

But for some reason, Harry suddenly felt that the Voldemort in front of him was far less powerful than the one he had revived two years ago; whether it was the oppressive force given to him, or the strength he displayed, even his appearance was not so scary.

Snape stood motionless between Harry and Voldemort.

"Severus, what are you doing?" Voldemort said coldly after gaining a new body again.

Snape didn't answer, but continued to raise his wand, aiming at the former Dark Lord.

"Severus..." Voldemort's voice suddenly became a little flustered: "Get out of the way...let me kill that boy...let me kill Harry Potter!"

And Severus Snape's answer was only one word:

"no way!"

...

"You actually betrayed me too..."

"Then I'll kill you too!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Just a minute earlier, he'd been thrilled to kill Jon Hart in order to take over the wizarding world.

But soon, he realized that all that was just a dream... Specifically, nothing had happened, and he was still in the Albanian black forest, just getting his new body.

When he tried to kill Harry Potter first as in the dream, to vent the anger accumulated in the past sixteen years... Severus Snape, the most loyal Death Eater Voldemort has always considered, at this time He actually stood on the opposite side of him.

Voldemort was a little unable to understand what was happening in front of him, it was too unimaginable.

"I think you may not have this chance, Tom!" A calm voice suddenly came from behind Voldemort.

The sound was very close, hardly ten yards behind Voldemort.

Voldemort's expression changed suddenly.

On the one hand, he was astounded that a wizard could come within ten yards of him without him noticing. As the Dark Lord who had experienced many battles, this was the first time he encountered such an unexpected situation, and Voldemort was a little dazed.

On the other hand, the owner of that familiar voice turned out to be Jon Hart, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"It's Jon!" Harry Potter behind Snape couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief after hearing this voice.

And it's not just Jon Hart alone.

Alastor Moody, the Auror who had severely injured Voldemort once in the attack, limped to Jon Hart on crutches.

On the other side of Jon Hart is Arthur Weasley, an employee of the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

On the two wings, Remus Lupine had already outflanked the left side, and the half-blood werewolf looked at Voldemort indifferently.

And on the right, a hideous big black dog took human form, and Sirius Black raised his wand.

The wands of all the wizards present were aimed at Voldemort himself.

Facing the Dark Lord who had been "resurrected" again, no trace of fear was on everyone's faces.