HP John Snape

Chapter 91

Voldemort looked at John with interest, and his voice became softer and softer: "John, I am really becoming more and more interested in you."

John pursed his lips tightly and turned white.

"Do you know why I know your little secret? John, I still want to thank you." Voldemort grinned and smiled sarcastically, "The last two books you published also greatly increased my strength."

"——But, Weren't you dead at the end of the article?" John couldn't help but speak out.

Voldemort asked, "Isn't Severus dead too? You can gain power through attention, why can't I?"

John's face turned even paler.

——So this is all his fault?

Because of him, Severus almost disappeared and Voldemort regained his power?

"John, don't let him fool you," Snape warned immediately.

"Okay." John grasped the wand tightly, calmed down, and responded.

"Didn't you say you want to fight me? Let me see your strength." Voldemort even urged gently.

John calmed down and shouted: "Heart-breaking!"

A faint red light flew towards the big dog. Voldemort calmly took a step to the side and hid.

"It has no power." He commented, "Your heart is too weak, John. You are not suitable for the Unforgivable Curse, so you should change it."

John gritted his teeth and uttered the curse repeatedly:

"Collapse!" "God! "Fengwuying!" "Thousands of bullets fired!" "Quickly imprison!"

His spell was already flowing smoothly. As a novice in peacetime who has only been trained for more than a year, this level is already very good. But this was completely unsatisfying against Voldemort, it was like a bare-handed child facing an adult with a loaded gun.

Snape watched anxiously from behind. He knew Voldemort was just playing a trick on John. He could only use the present moment to recover as soon as possible, otherwise he and John would not be able to get out of here.

"Clear water like a spring!" "Brilliant flames!" "Clear water like a spring!" "Waterproof and moisture-proof!"

John seemed to be panicking, and the spells he cast were out of order, and the spells became less and less powerful. Voldemort didn't even have to hide, he just stood there and looked at him with his head tilted.

The last "waterproof and moisture-proof" was a spell that came out of John's mouth without hesitation. His hand shook and fell on the ground around him.

"Is this what you call fighting? John, you disappoint me so much." Voldemort sighed.

Snape was not disappointed, he knew very well how bad John was at fighting. To be able to cast so many smooth spells smoothly must be beyond the pale.

He was just anxious - because he still hadn't regained consciousness.

If he was going to die here, at least...he had to find a way for John to escape.

The sky turned gloomy at some point, and it made a dull rumble, seeming to be wailing for them.

"Are you still an unweaned child? You don't have any strength, huh?" Voldemort laughed at him with interest.

"Flocks of birds!" John seemed to be angered by Voldemort's ridicule and screamed a curse.

A flock of birds appeared out of thin air, flapped their wings and rushed towards Voldemort, trying to peck him with their beaks.