Although Harry Potter always seemed rather dim-witted, and although the sight of Snape had indeed overwhelmed him with hatred for a moment, once he saw Snape fighting Voldemort and heard the exchange between them, even the most foolish person could understand that they were not on the same side at all.
Of course, Harry Potter still had some doubts about whether Snape had killed Dumbledore.
The only thing he could be certain of now was that Voldemort was definitely not innocent.
Because of that, with new hatred piled on top of old grudges, the extremely bold Harry Potter had simply put on the Invisibility Cloak, slipped past everyone, crossed the entire battlefield, and arrived before Snape and Voldemort.
However, unlike Voldemort, who looked excited and wore a cold smile, Snape clearly did not want to see this happen at all.
More precisely, he did not want to see Harry Potter do something so foolish and reckless.
Snape clenched his teeth and spoke slowly. "Potter... do you have any idea what you're doing?"
"....."
Unfortunately, Harry Potter, whose eyes were fixed only on Voldemort, completely ignored Snape's furious question.
Still, although Harry Potter's appearance was the last thing Snape wanted to see, he had to admit that it was also because of his intrusion that Voldemort's attention shifted away from Snape and the others and onto Harry Potter.
Voldemort let out a cold laugh. "Well, if it isn't our Mr. Potter."
"Tom..."
"Don't call me by that name!"
The sudden roar nearly startled Harry Potter into firing off a spell by reflex.
And the only people who knew Voldemort would react so strongly were probably Draco, who had once entered the Pensieve, and the dead Dumbledore.
...
In any case, because of Voldemort's almost deranged scream just now, silence fell over the air.
Lucius, desperate for more time to catch his breath, naturally would not be the one to break it. Snape, worried for Harry Potter's safety, also would not provoke Voldemort at a time like this.
And so this strange silence appeared.
Just as Snape was about to ignore everything and drag Harry Potter away, Harry Potter suddenly spoke.
"It has to be this way. It has to be me!"
"Oh?"
Voldemort let out a hiss.
The look in his narrowed eyes suggested he was very interested in what Harry Potter was about to say.
"What, do you think someone will come to save you at a time like this, Potter?"
"No one. There's only you and me. We can't both live. Only one of us survives. One of us is going to leave forever!"
"One of us?"
Voldemort sneered.
His whole body was taut, his red eyes wide, like a snake ready to strike. "And you think it will be you, don't you? The boy who survived by chance with Dumbledore pulling strings behind him?"
"My mother died to save me. Was that chance?"
Voldemort and Harry Potter suddenly began circling each other, always keeping the same distance between them.
To Harry Potter, no other faces existed now except Voldemort's.
"Was it chance that I chose to fight back in that graveyard? Is it chance that I came before you tonight?"
As if drawing courage from those words, Harry Potter gripped the wand in his hand tightly and pointed it at Voldemort before him.
Setting aside the gap in strength, Harry Potter in this moment really did look like the Chosen One he was supposed to be.