Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Lucius…

Lucius doesn't need it either.

He has no way out now.

"Damn... Snape. How can you give me a new director of the Administration..." He muttered, unhappy as he was, but the man who was good at scheming knew that he couldn't afford to offend either of the two parties present. Since he had already offended the Dark Lord's camp, the only person he could rely on was Mori Yuesha.

Well, I still feel very unhappy.

Obviously, I can soon...

"Alright, Mr. Voldemort." After the two men came over, Nagini clapped her hands and said, "Let's continue. My master is getting impatient."

Voldemort glared at Nagini with gritted teeth, the lavender veins on her pale neck were clearly visible.

failure?

There is no such possibility.

He also has a Horcrux.

Just like these two women. He couldn't kill them, and they couldn't kill him either.

His death is just a cycle that repeats itself over and over again.

I'll be back sooner or later.

"You will never be able to kill me." This sentence was not only for Nagini, but also for the men around him. Voldemort threatened everyone present implicitly. "Just like before. I have mastered the true meaning of magic," he raised his arms high, "I will keep resurrecting... and they, these two half-bloods, will never stand on our side."

"My loyal men..."

"As long as you kill them, I will reward the three best among them - share my secret, a secret that can make people immortal."

He beckoned his Death Eaters. "We will be more closely connected, just like before."

To be honest, Nagini is really curious about how he achieved immortality.

The power level of this world was not very high, and 'eternal life' sounded more like a joke - she even had to admit that the extremely ugly man in front of her did have enough confidence.

He is gifted.

Unfortunately, fate was not on his side.

The soul splitter that keeps resurrecting and cannot be killed...

Nagini smiled playfully.

"Black Death (Mana Generation)"

"Generous planeswalker, poor land, long-stored mana. Your generosity has allowed Nagini to grow two new teeth."

"Those bitten by the black death snake's fangs have a chance of triggering the concept layer of 'instant death'."

"I don't think you have reached my Lord's level." The woman moved forward leisurely, her thin ankles twisted into a thick snake tail. Her dark eyeballs were split by a dim vertical pupil, and a few seconds later, the Death Eaters were greeted by the bloody mouth of the python's ferocious fangs.

…………

……

"Miss Potter, do you particularly enjoy watching the fun?"

The snake lady was throwing flowers wantonly, while the old father began to scold his daughter. Snape ignored Lucius who was about to say something but hesitated, and walked to Harry's side with a dead face that looked no different from a coffin, fanning his face.

Bow down.

"If not, why are you involved in every danger?"

"…I am here with my sister, Professor."

professor…

Professor.

"I'm no longer a professor." Snape said calmly, "You should know that Hogwarts has been destroyed."

Harry nodded. "I heard from Ron. He brought news with... "

And Sirius Black.

Sirius.

This name was like a sharp needle that pierced the old bat fiercely - cracks finally appeared on his icy face that had remained unchanged for almost ten thousand years.

Anger, pain, disappointment, sadness.

The complex emotions were like a bucket of mixed paints, all spilled onto the white paper.

"That's great. You finally got to meet that arrogant bastard. How was it? You like him, didn't you?" He threw out harsh words like they were free. "He used to be like that, as if the whole world owed him something. I think the Ministry of Magic should not have sentenced him to prison, but to execute this unstable element directly. An arrogant idiot with an unpopular surname actually called a Gryffindor buddy... You really should worship your godfather. It's not easy for ordinary humans to act completely on impulse instead of brains."

This set of traceless spells left Harry confused.

Professor Snape not only dislikes his father, but also dislikes Black. Plus, he is on good terms with the Gryffindor idiots...

"He was a friend of my father's."

Harry tilted his head: "Really, Professor Snape."

“I’m not a professor anymore.”

"So they were friends indeed. Did they do anything to you?"

As if he could hear the sympathy implied in the little girl's words, the former Potions Professor was extremely angry. He suppressed the burning heat in his chest, half-knelt down in front of Harry, and looked into the girl's pair of beautiful green eyes like glass beads.

Word by word.

"You'd better... not talk to me... like that. Potter, miss."

"What did they do to you?"

Snape sneered: "I know what you are thinking, Potter. Let me tell you: your father, your godfather, and a stinking werewolf and a rat. These idiots are my mortal enemies - they have caused me great losses, and I have almost killed them many times. We have fought back and forth, but there is no winner..."

but…

"Now it seems that I won, of course."

The gloomy man shook his thick long hair, and his hooked nose was very close to Harry. "I won..." he said softly, "because I am still alive. And your 'brave', 'great', 'natural leader' father died on the carpet long ago."

He stood up immediately after he said that, as if he would be infected with some disease if he stayed with Harry any longer.

"That's it." He wanted to end the topic coldly.

Turn around.

He heard the girl's reply.

“But you lost, too, didn’t you?” Harry said. “Because Mom died.”

The bat that fell asleep and never woke up was wrapped in layers of thick armor.

That was enough to split it.

He was afraid of the sun because it always reminded him of the girl whose smile was warm and brilliant.

"what…"

Snape looked at the giant python swallowing in the distance, and acknowledged Harry's words. He moved his jaw - very slightly, without turning his head.

“I did lose.”

The kind of loss where there is no chance of a comeback.

Chapter 214 Smashed to death

The cool and greasy Mr. Bat taught Harry with a dead look on his face, while Mori Yuesha leaned against Nagini and watched the fun. Mr. Lucius Malfoy was alone in the corner, admiring the sight he had never seen before, with the clear sound of bones breaking clearly in his ears.

A one-sided battle.

It's like a cookie fighting with a cup of milk tea.

The wizards' spells could not penetrate Nagini's skin, so in a sense this was not a "battle" at all, but a one-sided massacre. She picked out a few female Death Eaters that she liked and ate them half full, then killed the others and left the noseless and arrogant monster alone.

In the process, he even crushed a magic wand, which made him scream for a long time.

"No! You have no idea of ​​the power of the Elder Wand—"

"You can't hurt Nagini even with your ancestral wand, you flat-faced bubble monster." It took six minutes to calm down the storm. Mori Yuesha ran over and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of the maid's mouth with her palm. "I thought you were going to eat him."

"I also have normal aesthetic taste, Master."

"No wonder you like me, it's because I'm too beautiful. You're just a woman who covets beauty."

"What qualifications do you have to say anything about me?"

Mori Yuesha laughed foolishly, let go of her hand, and came to Voldemort - the wizard with his bones crushed was still a mortal. He would not live for too long, but he was not afraid of death.

After all, it happened once.

He still has Horcruxes that have not been destroyed.

"You look so fearless. I remember a long time ago there was a man who tried to eat my life and was just like you..." Mori Yuesha looked at the pool of rotten flesh wriggling on the ground. Now only the part above the chest was intact.

"You are just like me... You should know very well. With the Horcruxes, death is not the end of us."

Mori Yuesa had no idea what he was talking about. "I don't know. I'm not going to die." She kicked his leg bone, which was broken into several sections, with her toes in disgust. "However, in order to avoid future troubles, let's go with conservative treatment, okay?" She turned around and waved at Harley.

"Come, little quail, take him to Bald Cat."

That was Mistress Bastet.

"Bald Cat is more intimate. Let me tell you, many gods don't want their believers to address them seriously. They prefer to be given some weird nicknames, which makes them seem more intimate."

Halle: ...Is that so?

Mori Yuesha nodded frantically: "Of course, Bald Cat is that kind of god. Just try it if you don't believe it."

I don't believe it and I won't try it.

Harry is not stupid.

"Just send him to Stinky Cat. If he can be resurrected, then... eh? Think about it, it seems... it's nothing. It's none of my business if he's resurrected." Mori Yuesha scratched her head and asked Harley hesitantly, "How about just leaving him here? Maybe if he's resurrected, he can bring some fun to the people in this world."

Snape came over at some point and stood silently behind Harry.

"Our fun may be different from yours, Mori Yuesa." He glanced at his squirming boss, and there was a hint of hatred in his cold words: "If you can ensure that he is completely killed... then... it would be great..."

Not difficult.

Anyway, Harley had been offering food to Bastet a lot, so it shouldn't be a big deal to send an uglier soul over.

"Incomplete, sister." Harry stared at Voldemort's face in a daze. In the gray vision, the broken soul was like a candle that was about to go out in the wind. "He cut off his own soul..."

And it seemed more than once.

"Horcrux." Snape uttered a word that was unfamiliar to Mori Yuesha but very familiar to Harry: the little girl had seen similar records in the book given by Hera - cutting souls, making Horcruxes, and achieving eternal life.

This cruel spell, which requires the sacrifice of another living life every time a soul is divided, has long been banned by the Ministry of Magic.

After listening to this for a few times, Mori Yuesha roughly understood what was going on. Don't say that the person who can come up with this idea is definitely a genius, but the person who follows suit must be a fool.

"The soul cannot be regenerated, and you are really smart for not having a nose."

Even though your fingers are swollen from being pinched by the ring, you still have no right to criticize others.

No one is as smart as you.

"That was an accident! Oh, I noticed, Nagini, why do you always bring up the past..." Mori Yuesha finally tried to act powerful in front of Harley, but the balloon was punctured before it even swelled up. "...Chatting, Guangzi talked so much, and I was bored, so I just drilled a hole with my finger... Who knew that I could get in but not get out..."

Who knew you loved drilling holes so much?

Mori Yuesha's face drooped, and she put her hands on her hips. "Draconi is right. A maid cannot talk back to her master."

Nagini narrowed her eyes. "How can the master talk back to me?"

Harley: What the hell are you guys talking about... Such a weird conversation...

Snape: The child really won't learn anything good from you.

"Anyway, cutting up a soul... Hey, Flat-faced Monster, how many pieces did you cut?"

Kicked Voldemort again.

The other party sneered and said nothing, staring at Mori Yuesha with narrow eyes. He didn't believe what these people said at all - only Horcruxes can make people immortal. Mori Yuesha and Nagini just wanted to avoid exposing the secret to the ears of these two traitors.