Vol 2 Chapter 1591: Harry and Snape's showdown

Malfoy didn't understand, just as he didn't understand why Snape would not hesitate to kill Dumbledore, and I didn't understand what Avon had just done.
If Ai Wen stopped them, they would definitely not run away!
"Teach, teach!" Malvern muttered, licking his dry lips.
This vocabulary is so strange to him that he has not spoken to Snape for a year.
Noting that Snape was listening, he continued to ask, "Avon Mason, why did he let us go?"
For a moment of silence, Malfoy once thought that Snape would not answer.
Just as he was about to give up, he heard Snape say coldly, "because he knows."
What do you mean?
Ai Wen knows? What does he know?
Malfoy wondered if he had got it wrong. Snape might have said that Ai Wen didn't know, and they didn't know that they killed Dumbledore on the Astronomical Tower.
Therefore, he let them both leave and go to the castle to rescue.
Malfoy thought it was the only possibility. Just as he was about to continue to ask Snape about something, Harry’s angry shouts came from his ear,
Drilling!

Did not hit, the light flew over Snape's head.
Snape guarded Malfoy to avoid it. He pushed Malfoy and shouted, "Magic is unlocked, Draco, leaving here, phantom, fast!"
Harry jumped directly from the broom and he didn't have time to wait for the broom to land.
He rolled over on the ground and felt like a fire, but it didn't hurt him.
He raised his wand and pointed at Snape.
Snape blocked his curse again, and Harry saw him sneer.
"You don't use the unforgivable curse, Potter!" Snape said, he didn't leave with Draco, but turned to look at Harry, and did not attack, "Don't show your ridiculous spell again. You can't control it at all, you don't have enough courage and ability."
"Speed ​​fast!" Harry growled.
But Snape almost lazily pulled out his curse, and the action seemed like Harry's magic was just a nasty mosquito.
"Respond!" Harry yelled at him. "Respond, you coward!"
"Coward, are you saying me, Potter?" Snape muttered. "I am more brave than you think. Your father is the real coward. He never dares to attack me unless it is four-on-one. I want to know what you will call him?"
"Drowsy!"
"It was blocked again, and it was blocked. The ridiculous attack, poor magic, this is your strength?! This is your anger?! You are the son of a coward, come, Potter, attack me. I will stop until you know that you close your mouth and close your brain!" Snape sneered, and once again opened the spell.
"The obstacles are heavy!"
But once again, Snape once again blocked Harry's attack!
Harry was angry and burned. On the edge of the field, Snape humiliated him again and again. He didn't seem to be escaping, but stayed to trample on Harry's dignity.
Attack, be blocked, attack again, be blocked, again and again!
Time passed, no one came, only Snape and Harry were engaged in a funny and ridiculous duel, because the magic was quickly consumed, Harry was already exhausted, and Snape’s words penetrated into his heart like a viper. He needs to vent, he wants to vent his anger inside.
Now, he hates Snape like hate Voldemort!
"The gods have no shadow!"
Snape swayed his wand and the spell was repelled again. But Harry was only a few steps away from Snape and finally could see Snape's face. Snape no longer sneered or sneered, and the dim moonlight reflected a face full of anger.
Silently cast, Harry concentrated all his thoughts and thought, "Upside down gold..."
"No, Potter!" Snape screamed.
With a loud noise, Harry flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground.
The wand in his hand flew out, and Snape seemed to get tired of the game. He approached Harry and looked down at him.
At this time, Harry had no wand with Dumbledore and had no resistance.
Ha took advantage of his head and he could see Snape's face.
That face was full of hatred, the same as when I killed Dumbledore.
Yes, full of hatred, even stronger than Harry’s anger at this time!
"How dare you use my curse to attack me, Potter? I invented these spells! I, the Half-Blood Prince! You must use my invention to attack me, like your dirty father, is it? I can't say... no!"
Harry didn't answer him, he rushed to his wand.
Snape cast a spell on the wand, and the wand flew into the darkness and disappeared.
"You killed me!" Harry gasped. He was not afraid at all, only anger and contempt. "Kill me like killing him, coward!"
"No..." Snape screamed, his face suddenly became insane, inhuman, and extremely distorted. He showed great pain. "Call me a coward!"
Snape slammed the air violently, and Harry felt a white, whip-like thing on his face.
He was heavily pulled down on the ground, staring at Venus, and for a while seemed to stop breathing...
In the meantime, Harry could feel Snape still standing next to himself.
His wand pointed at himself, and the expression of extreme distortion and madness.
He suppressed the anger that Harry had never heard before, and shouted so much.
Harry only heard this voice in the irrational werewolf. He knew that Snape had finally lost his mind, and he was going to be killed by Snape, the coward!
Just like killing Dumbledore, maybe he has to leave the world.
But nothing happened, and Snape's painful snoring soon came to an abrupt end, and it was over at the beginning. Then there was a in the direction of the castle, and the shouts of Hagrid and Snape's footsteps. He turned and left Harry...
The deep night covered everything, and Harry struggled to sit up. His limbs were shaking and he was sore, and every breath was a sting.
There was only one person left, and Hagrid’s figure appeared from the night.
Next to the huge silhouette, Evan struggled with a huge double-snake, a difficult move. The scepter was much taller than his height. Looking up, the green giant above It seems that Evan’s body is so thick and amazing.
"You're okay, Harry!" Hagrid flew past and smacked Harry. "You're okay, Harry, talk..."