Dumbledore Set His Students Up

A brilliant green light suddenly flared in the dark night, brighter even than the Dark Mark hanging in the sky.

The dazzling glow reflected in the Death Eaters' eyes, making their pupils contract sharply. Horror filled their faces; they could hardly believe Snape dared to attack the Dark Lord.

Voldemort let out a faint sneer, wand dangling from his hand. Facing the incoming green light, he slowly raised his wand and used the surging Magic Power at its tip to halt the Unforgivable Curse.

The emerald light froze a few inches from his wand tip. Voldemort had blocked the Killing Curse, yet instead of looking relieved, he frowned slightly. The ominous Magic Power clinging to the Killing Curse did not stop; it spread along his wand, cold and gray, sending chills through his body.

The spell before him differed from every Killing Curse he had encountered in the past. Beyond its intense malice toward its enemy, it contained a genuine aura of death.

But that did not mean Snape's mastery of the Killing Curse surpassed Voldemort's. They had merely chosen different paths.

Voldemort's Killing Curse could fully unleash the profound malice in his heart. It was swift and lethally deadly; even a wizard like Dumbledore would find it difficult to block head-on.

Snape had infused his understanding of death into the spell. The ominous aura symbolizing death clung to it and lingered around it, making it far more difficult to deal with. Neither magical nor physical barriers could completely erase the Killing Curse's effects.

The watching Death Eaters and Harry all widened their eyes and instinctively slowed their breathing. Snape remained expressionless, though something blazing was hidden beneath his icy gaze.

His slender forked tongue flicked out and withdrew. Voldemort put away his fleeting surprise, curled his lips into a