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Bang!

The last stone knight was hit by the fire snake transformed by Fiendfyre, and exploded with a loud bang. The stones flew and fell heavily on the ground, making a dull echo.

The secret room gradually became quiet, and only Snape and Wormtail were left standing in the mess.

Snape wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and lowered his head to brush off the dust on his robe.

Every subtle movement revealed a kind of fatigue, but also mixed with suppressed anger.

"Just now... that was..."

Wormtail spoke carefully, his voice full of fear and confusion.

"Ravenclaw? The founder of Hogwarts? The master's... helper? God..."

His words were intermittent, but he couldn't stop, like a headless fly bumping around.

Snape didn't respond, and he was so indifferent that he seemed to have heard nothing at all.

This guy has been like a fool since he walked into the trapdoor.

Snape's footsteps were fast, and the corner of his robe raised a cloud of dust, and he left the battlefield neatly.

Following the instructions given by the Dark Lord, they have passed through several lines of defense set up by professors.

First, there was Flitwick's spell shield.

Then there was the plant maze created by Professor Sprout with biting cabbage, which was dangerous and smelly.

The last level was the Stone Pier Knights controlled by Professor McGonagall, with an astonishing number and great lethality.

Although Wormtail did "participate" in the battle, it was undoubtedly Snape who really took on most of the pressure.

His spells were accurate and sharp, and the Fiery Curse taught by Voldemort was the deciding factor in this battle - these Stone Pier Knights were naturally resistant to spells.

But Fiery Curse was a very strong black magic, and under the burning of Fiery Curse, they finally broke through without any danger.

Snape snorted from his nose, glanced back at Wormtail who was still mumbling, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Follow me!"

His voice was low, but it whipped Wormtail like a whip.

Pettigrew shrank his neck, stopped talking, and followed with a shaky step.

The two of them passed through the ruins left by the battle, pushed open a heavy stone door, and walked into the next room.

The room was surprisingly empty, and the air was filled with an unsettling silence.

In the center was an ancient mirror, the frame was carved with intricate patterns, and the mirror reflected a dark luster, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly.

In front of the mirror was a dusty cloth bag, which seemed to be placed on the ground casually, which was particularly abrupt.

On one side was a huge crucible, which seemed to have just boiled something, and was still emitting hot steam, and the dark surface inside reflected a faint light.

Snape walked steadily and cautiously approached the crucible, his eyes fixed on its deep and dark surface, but a faint uneasiness surged in his heart.

Just as he was about to explore the truth, suddenly, a strong intuition suddenly sounded in his mind-the crisis is approaching!

Without hesitation, he quickly rolled to one side and narrowly avoided a spell shot from behind.

The spell was so powerful that the air seemed to be torn apart, and the strong vibration of the air made Snape feel an almost unbearable pressure.

It was a blasting spell!

Wormtail also used this trick to kill dozens of Muggles!

He fell to the ground, and the heavy crash echoed throughout the chamber.

His wand flew out of his hand, drew an arc, and fell far away.

Snape couldn't help but raise his head in pain, with surprise and anger flashing in his eyes - the caster of the spell.

"Wormtail...you..." Snape almost squeezed out this word through his teeth.

Peter Pettigrew stood not far away, and a smug smile spread across his pale face.

It can be seen that his spell did cause Snape to suffer a lot of injuries just now.

"I'm so tired of pretending all the way, traitor! Die!"

Peter shouted, and the wand in his hand lit up again.

At this moment, Snape's anger almost made him lose his mind.

Realizing that he could not waste any more time, he almost instinctively aimed at the direction of his wand and raised his hand to wave.

"Die!"

His voice was cold, like the cold wind in the dark night.

He did not use the wand, but relied on wandless spells to quickly resolve the threat in front of him.

I saw a red light shooting out from the wand in the distance, and by accident it actually hit Pettigrew's wand directly.

A violent explosion sounded immediately, and Pettigrew's wand broke, broke into two pieces, and fell to the ground.

Pettigrew looked at himself in astonishment when he lost his weapon, and instantly no longer dared to be arrogant.

His fearful eyes stayed on Snape for a moment, and he turned around and turned into a mouse, quickly fled into the dark, and quickly disappeared in the shadow of the secret room.

Snape stood up, and severe pain came from his leg.

Regardless of the wound, he endured the pain, dragged his injured leg back to the wand, and struggled to pick it up.

The pain made him almost unable to stand, and he leaned his shoulders against the wall, and finally exhaled slowly.

"Just now... I still gave it away. I should have used the killing curse."

Snape muttered to himself, frowning.

He suddenly realized that in the battle with Dumbledore just now, he actually chose a damn disarming spell instead of the most direct and effective fatal blow.

That damn disarming spell seemed to have made him lose his judgment and make a wrong choice.

And Wormtail should have confirmed at that time that he was not on the same side as them.

"Oh my God, have I really been dragged down to the same level by Deveraux?"

Snape's hands trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, held his forehead, and a trace of self-mockery flashed across his face.

That's right!

He, Snape, has not been Voldemort's man since he came to teach at Hogwarts! ! !

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Teacher's lounge.

"You want to die, right? Okay, I'm not bragging, sending people to death is what I'm best at."

Deveraux looked at the arrogant Voldemort in front of him and smiled.

Slightly swinging the wand in his hand, several golden threads stretched into the wand, and the structure of the wand underwent strange changes.

Ever since the prophecy mentioned that he might die from Muggle firearms, Deveraux began to conceive of a way to deal with it.

And today is the perfect time to verify this plan.

Swinging his right hand violently!

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!

Dozens of green killing curses burst out from the tip of Deveraux's wand, and each spell carried a deadly chill.

Those spells intertwined densely, forming a net of death, almost covering Voldemort.

Facing countless killing curses, Voldemort still had an arrogant look on his face.

"You are truly unparalleled in the world for being able to achieve this level of killing curses."

His voice was low and magnetic, and every word was full of unruly arrogance.

"I, Voldemort, would like to call you the strongest!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung his wand violently, and a huge silver shield appeared in front of him like a rock wall, blocking the fierce curse.

But it was obvious that this level of magic was nothing compared to Deveraux's level of killing curses!

Those killing curses were like hungry beasts, rushing forward one after another, accompanied by deafening explosions, and cracks quickly appeared on the surface of the shield.

"Crack--"

The sound of the crack spreading was like the bell of death. The shield finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed into pieces under the bombardment of countless death curses, turning into a piece of silver light and disappearing.

The moment the shield fell, Deveraux stared at Voldemort, and the alertness in his eyes became more and more intense. He noticed that there seemed to be something in Voldemort's hand suddenly-it was a golden cup.

The moment the golden cup appeared, Deveraux's pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw Voldemort sneer and raise his head to drink something in the golden cup.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Then, in the next second, countless death curses rained down on him!

(Fourth update!)