Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Chapter 566 Now, Please Die Calmly

Another thick green light suddenly shot out, straight at Sebastian.

However, this time, Sebastian still did not make any defensive moves. He just quietly floated in the air, allowing the killing curse to hit him again.

He stretched out his hand and gently tapped his chest, as if to remove some invisible dust. Then he looked at Voldemort playfully, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as if smiling, and said: "Killing Curse? Isn't it easy to block it? Is it difficult?"

"To answer your previous question, I was able to resist the killing curse thanks to Gryffindor's inherited magic. I taught this magic to Dumbledore, and then we performed a play together."

"My Lord Dark Lord, is this drama very exciting?"

"Liar!" Voldemort's face suddenly twisted and he roared almost subconsciously.

He doesn't believe it!

He would never believe it!

Sebastian must be talking bullshit!

"Lying?" Sebastian smiled. "Dark Lord, when we were fighting just now, didn't you hear the sound of the phoenix coming from the direction of the new city?"

Feng Ming?

Voldemort's heart trembled violently.

He suddenly recalled that there was indeed a sound of a phoenix during the break in the battle, but his attention was focused on the battle, so he forced himself to ignore it.

But even so, the sound of a phoenix alone could not completely shake his faith, especially without seeing Dumbledore in person.

"Do you think you can make me believe such an absurd lie with just a few words and the sound of a phoenix?"

Sebastian just smiled meaningfully when he heard this.

He looked down at the wand in Voldemort's hand, then spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of regret, as if he was revealing some cruel fact.

"Dark Lord, the power of the Elder Wand in your hands is very different from that in Dumbledore's. Have you ever doubted that... Is the wand in your hand a fake?"

Fake?

Voldemort lowered his head, staring blankly at the "Old Wand" in his hand, recalling the strange feeling when he used it to attack the protective shield of the new city just now.

A chill spread from the spine all the way to the limbs.

Is it really a fake?...

No wonder...even after killing Batty, it couldn't unleash its full power.

So, Dumbledore is really not dead, and the real Elder Wand is still in his hands?

"My Lord Dark Lord, to tell you the truth, what you hold in your hand is just an ordinary elderwood wand, which is far inferior to the snakewood wand you had before."

"The real Elder Wand is still in Dumbledore's hands. Are you surprised or not?"

Snakewood Staff...

So that’s how it is. The defeat was not unfair.

To Voldemort, it didn't matter that Dumbledore was still alive, but he really couldn't accept that he had been played like a fool all along.

He could not accept that all his actions were part of the other party's plan, just like a clown in a circus.

Not reconciled!

But, this is the reality of the winners taking all.

Maybe... I really should run away.

However, before escaping, there are some things that must be made clear. If these things are not made clear, he will never be willing to accept it in his life.

After a brief silence, Voldemort slowly raised his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Sebastian, you have already figured out my weakness, and you have the heritage of Gryffindor and Slytherin, so you already have the power to defeat me. Why did you wait until now to take action?"

"It's simple. The timing is not right," Sebastian spread his hands and replied with a smile, "I had to prevent you from hiding Nagini. Now, Severus has taken Nagini to the New City and disposed of her. You only have one notebook left as your Horcrux. You will soon completely lose your support for immortality."

"This is impossible! I didn't feel Nagini disappear at all!" Voldemort's face suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and his voice suddenly rose. "More importantly, Severus couldn't betray me. He led people to attack Hogwarts and caused Dumbledore's death..."

Before he finished speaking, Voldemort suddenly stopped talking.

His expression froze for a moment, and his face turned extremely ugly in an instant. He finally realized the key point that he had overlooked.

If Dumbledore was really dead, Snape's loyalty would be beyond doubt. But what if... Dumbledore wasn't dead at all?

Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted, and an extremely complicated expression flashed across his face.

He was cheated!

From beginning to end, he was tricked!

"Have you figured it out, Lord Dark Lord?" Sebastian admired the changes in Voldemort's expression with interest. "Dumbledore faked his death just to make you trust Severus completely. Everything... is arranged."

"As for your failure to feel Nagini's disappearance, that is only natural."

"Your soul power is too strong. You didn't notice when the first three Horcruxes were destroyed, just like you didn't notice when I destroyed the soul fragment you left in Harry's body."

He paused for a moment, then added slowly: "Oh, yes. Harry, it is the seventh Horcrux that you have not been able to detect."

Voldemort's heart sank and his face instantly turned as dark as ink.

But before he could speak, Sebastian looked him straight in the eyes and said word by word: "Finally, let me emphasize again - Severus Snape has never been yours."

"From the moment you forced him to join the Death Eaters, he never truly pledged his loyalty to you. He has been on our side from beginning to end."

"After Lily Evans died at your hands, he made revenge on you his first goal in life."

"Damn it," Voldemort trembled slightly with anger, his scarlet eyes full of murderous intent, and he wished he could tear Snape into pieces.

Thinking about how he had handed Nagini over to the other party with his own hands, he regretted it so much.

"For a woman, a Mudblood, how dare he, how dare he..."

Ignoring Voldemort's mumblings, Sebastian continued.

"Of course, Nagini is not the most important issue. After all, if Dumbledore and I act at the same time, there is still a 90% chance that one of us can hold you back while the other kills it directly. All this trouble is just to fulfill Severus' wish and let him feel involved in revenge so that he can reconcile with himself and start a new life."

"More importantly, how can I bear to see you die before I have squeezed out all your value, Lord Dark Lord?"

"I need a stage, a stage that attracts worldwide attention." Sebastian slowly spread his arms, as elegant as the protagonist standing in the spotlight in the center of the stage.

"Lord Dark Lord, look at your feet. Look at this battlefield, the countless eyes looking up at this place, and the cameras pointed at this place."

“There will never be a more fitting stage, and never a bigger audience than right now.”

"I'm going to get rid of you on this stage, with ease and invincibility."

The ambition in Sebastian's eyes was like a burning flame in the night. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and he spoke in a low and arrogant voice.

"I want everyone to remember this moment, and the wizarding world will only believe in one voice from now on - my voice!"

“Hahahaha—” Voldemort laughed crazily, and was a little breathless for a moment. “You really are a hypocritical and insidious guy! If I dig out your heart, it must be darker than anything in this world.”

"Hypocritical, insidious?" Sebastian smiled and shook his head, "Lord Dark Lord, you seem to have forgotten one thing, I am also a Slytherin."

"To win by any means necessary, isn't that our common motto in life?"

"I don't care what others think of me, I just need them to remember that I am invincible."

"Okay, let's end this chat. If you calculate the time, your notebook will be destroyed soon, and you should be at your weakest stage."

Sebastian smiled and slowly raised his wand, pointing it directly at Voldemort.

"My Lord Dark Lord, now that you know all the facts, you should have no regrets."

"Now, please go to your death calmly and fulfill my supreme reputation."