Snape unclenched his fist and looked deeply at Wizet, his gaze turning complicated, filled with hesitation and struggle.
In the end, as though out of trust in Wizet, he nodded with some difficulty. "You'll handle this matter!"
"Professor Snape, I will." Wizet glanced at the lingering glimmers from the corner of his eye and gave his wand a light flick.
As though controlled by an invisible force, Voldemort was hoisted into the air, his limbs and head hanging limply.
Wizet turned to Voldemort. "Voldemort, I know you must have many questions about that Killing Curse just now. I can give you the chance to ask them."
Voldemort could clearly feel that, at the very least, he could move his head.
Wizet was right. He truly wanted to know why the Killing Curse he had cast had failed to kill Harry.
He knew what fate awaited him next, so he simply nodded and admitted that he did want to know.
No matter what, dying with the truth was better than dying full of doubts.
Besides, he had already seen most of what he had wanted to see before his death. No matter what happened, things could not possibly get any worse.
Moreover, with My Lord as a warning, he hoped he could meet his end with a little more dignity.
At the very least... with more dignity than My Lord!
He saw Wizet lightly wave his wand, and some of the magic placed upon him immediately ceased to take effect.
Although he was curious about the answer to why Harry had not died from the Killing Curse, the question he most wanted to ask at this moment was this one.
"Was Severus really worth saving?"
Wizet answered without the slightest hesitation. "Yes."
Wizet's answer made Snape's shoulders visibly tremble.
He lifted