Chapter 114 What big melon does Avada eat?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Voldemort hated three things in his life.
One, call him by his real name;
Two, talk about his origin;
Three, interrupt his speech.
Those who dare to do this, there are only three or two left in the magic world.
And today, there was finally another one.
The blowpipe missile, which is getting bigger and bigger, is basically no threat to Voldemort holding a wand.
With just a swipe, it will fly somewhere else.
Just like he is doing now.
"Wingardim Leviosa—"
The fifteen-inch-long alder wand was the first to let the missile fly vertically to the top of the corridor.
"A child's trick." Voldemort sneered, without looking up.
"Now!"
Fred and George flicked out the smoke bombs in their pockets at the same time.
As soon as they rose, they were all gathered into a ball by the thirteen and a half inch yew wand.
The time the twins gained was enough time for Vincent who lifted the levitation spell to aim.
"Bam—"
The 7.62mm sniper bullet precisely passed through the blowpipe missile on Voldemort's head.
"Go into the principal's office!" Vincent pulled up Hermione and Rove who were standing beside him.
Under the influence of the violent explosion, the floor of the corridor covered with cracks fell little by little.
The figure that was obliterated by the flames floated in the air again after they entered.
Voldemort tore off his tattered black robe, and used magic to stop the bleeding from Quirrell's already scarred body.
"No one can save you, not even Dumbledore—"
The descendants of the last pair of horned camels in the wizarding world are enough to buy him plenty of time.
After holding back for 11 years, the little wizard inside can be a few appetizers first.
……
……
Principal room.
After the six little ones came up, they immediately added various defenses to the gate.
"Huhu—I said buddy, he should have been killed, right?"
"How is it possible!" Vincent rushed to the shelf where the sorting hat was placed, "If it was Quirrell, I would have announced the time of death just now."
"Ah—why did he come back!" Cedric shivered, hugging his shoulders, "It's over, Professor Dumbledore has to control the mad horned llama, we're over..."
"Hey, what's so scary about Voldemort!"
Vincent picked up the sorting hat, "Mr. Hat, I'm sorry to wrong you."
He pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and looked at the other five people with somewhat tangled eyes.
With Voldemort's brain circuit, Legilimency will definitely be used.
Hermione clenched her little hands together tightly and looked at him firmly.
Vincent tossed her the hat and ran to the window by the door.
"he came."
Voldemort didn't take the spiral staircase, he floated up by stepping on the black mist.
Hermione hid the sorting hat in her school uniform, "What are we going to do?"
"He can't guess what I'm thinking, so you'd better pretend I don't exist."
Vincent disappeared into thin air.
After that, four small bottles rolled to the ground.
The effect of taking the potion for the second time seems to be a little weaker than the first time.
"Vincent isn't here Vincent isn't here..."
Hermione, who couldn't stop thinking about it, was hiding under the portraits of the previous headmasters who were still snoring.
"Cedric, are you not afraid?" George, who was standing at the door, joked.
"Call me Ced." Cedric calmed down, but his right hand holding the wand was still shaking. "That's what my family calls me."
"Great!" Fred nudged him lightly. "What month were you born?"
"October."
"Hahaha——" George smiled cheaply, "Then you are our younger brother~"
Cedric also learned to laugh, "I was born in 77, and I am 14 years old this year."
The smiles on the twins' faces instantly collapsed.
"I'm 16!" Rove raised his head proudly, "You all have to call me big brother!"
Hermione, the cat in the corner, rolled her eyes at him.
Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere should be able to deceive the Legilimency Master outside.
that's the truth.
Voldemort, who floated outside the door of the principal's office, froze for a second.
The children inside were not only not afraid, but even joked with high spirits.
I don't know the content, but this laughter...
"Hahahaha~ He must have had fluorescent green on half of his face before!"
"Not only that, it's all pustules~"
"He's hiding in Quirrell's body, so it's bad luck~"
Voldemort, who has always regarded himself as elegant, is very calm.
He put his hand on the doorknob, ignoring the counter magic.
Feeling the pain, he subconsciously treated the wound again.
Quirrell's body has been transformed by magic, but it is far inferior to the original one without a nose.
As long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone, his body that has been transformed countless times by magic will come back.
Voldemort smiled cruelly and pushed open the door.
"Pfft—" The smoke spread rapidly.
He waved his left hand forward and saw four boys wearing strange masks.
"A child's trick."
No sooner had the yew wand been raised than he threw it back.
"Ding—" The invisible sharp blade pierced the floor.
Voldemort pointed forward, breaking the Disillusionment Curse.
But there was only a sword stuck in the floor in front of him.
"The Sword of Gryffindor—" He reached out with his left hand, trying to grasp the hilt.
"Bah—" A cut was cut horizontally on his wrist.
"Disarm you!" X4
Voldemort blocked it with his injured arm.
After the Gryffindor sword disappeared again, he bent down and planted the yew wand in the floor.
A big hole with a diameter of ten meters dragged him and the four of them down together.
"You can't hide it."
If nothing unexpected happened, the invisible Vincent also fell down.
"Shock reduction and speed reduction—" Only four voices sounded.
Voldemort, who was stepping on the black mist, looked a little ugly.
As an all-powerful character in the magic world, he couldn't find a young wizard who had just entered school.
A little bit annoyed, he squeezed the yew wand and released a super-wide-area revealing spell.
"Surprise?" Vincent landed right in front of him, holding up the Gryffindor sword.
In the next second, a silver shield was neatly separated.
The left arm that did not hold the wand was also cut off by the sword.
Voldemort grinned grinningly, pointing his right hand at the falling Vincent. .seven
"Avada Kedavra!"
The extremely fast speed of the green lightning-like rays made the four people who had landed smoothly tremble subconsciously.
Vincent in mid-air twisted his waist under the boost of the enhancer and the agility potion, and blocked the Gryffindor sword in front of him.
The death-like cold spread from the hilt to his whole body.
"Pa——" Vincent fell on the spiral staircase.
He closed his eyes, as if unconscious.
Voldemort grinned widely.
At such a height, even if he didn't die under the Killing Curse, he would be seriously injured if he fell off.
"Now, tell me—"
He stepped on the black mist and landed in front of the four, "Where is my Philosopher's Stone?"
……
……
One, call him by his real name;
Two, talk about his origin;
Three, interrupt his speech.
Those who dare to do this, there are only three or two left in the magic world.
And today, there was finally another one.
The blowpipe missile, which is getting bigger and bigger, is basically no threat to Voldemort holding a wand.
With just a swipe, it will fly somewhere else.
Just like he is doing now.
"Wingardim Leviosa—"
The fifteen-inch-long alder wand was the first to let the missile fly vertically to the top of the corridor.
"A child's trick." Voldemort sneered, without looking up.
"Now!"
Fred and George flicked out the smoke bombs in their pockets at the same time.
As soon as they rose, they were all gathered into a ball by the thirteen and a half inch yew wand.
The time the twins gained was enough time for Vincent who lifted the levitation spell to aim.
"Bam—"
The 7.62mm sniper bullet precisely passed through the blowpipe missile on Voldemort's head.
"Go into the principal's office!" Vincent pulled up Hermione and Rove who were standing beside him.
Under the influence of the violent explosion, the floor of the corridor covered with cracks fell little by little.
The figure that was obliterated by the flames floated in the air again after they entered.
Voldemort tore off his tattered black robe, and used magic to stop the bleeding from Quirrell's already scarred body.
"No one can save you, not even Dumbledore—"
The descendants of the last pair of horned camels in the wizarding world are enough to buy him plenty of time.
After holding back for 11 years, the little wizard inside can be a few appetizers first.
……
……
Principal room.
After the six little ones came up, they immediately added various defenses to the gate.
"Huhu—I said buddy, he should have been killed, right?"
"How is it possible!" Vincent rushed to the shelf where the sorting hat was placed, "If it was Quirrell, I would have announced the time of death just now."
"Ah—why did he come back!" Cedric shivered, hugging his shoulders, "It's over, Professor Dumbledore has to control the mad horned llama, we're over..."
"Hey, what's so scary about Voldemort!"
Vincent picked up the sorting hat, "Mr. Hat, I'm sorry to wrong you."
He pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and looked at the other five people with somewhat tangled eyes.
With Voldemort's brain circuit, Legilimency will definitely be used.
Hermione clenched her little hands together tightly and looked at him firmly.
Vincent tossed her the hat and ran to the window by the door.
"he came."
Voldemort didn't take the spiral staircase, he floated up by stepping on the black mist.
Hermione hid the sorting hat in her school uniform, "What are we going to do?"
"He can't guess what I'm thinking, so you'd better pretend I don't exist."
Vincent disappeared into thin air.
After that, four small bottles rolled to the ground.
The effect of taking the potion for the second time seems to be a little weaker than the first time.
"Vincent isn't here Vincent isn't here..."
Hermione, who couldn't stop thinking about it, was hiding under the portraits of the previous headmasters who were still snoring.
"Cedric, are you not afraid?" George, who was standing at the door, joked.
"Call me Ced." Cedric calmed down, but his right hand holding the wand was still shaking. "That's what my family calls me."
"Great!" Fred nudged him lightly. "What month were you born?"
"October."
"Hahaha——" George smiled cheaply, "Then you are our younger brother~"
Cedric also learned to laugh, "I was born in 77, and I am 14 years old this year."
The smiles on the twins' faces instantly collapsed.
"I'm 16!" Rove raised his head proudly, "You all have to call me big brother!"
Hermione, the cat in the corner, rolled her eyes at him.
Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere should be able to deceive the Legilimency Master outside.
that's the truth.
Voldemort, who floated outside the door of the principal's office, froze for a second.
The children inside were not only not afraid, but even joked with high spirits.
I don't know the content, but this laughter...
"Hahahaha~ He must have had fluorescent green on half of his face before!"
"Not only that, it's all pustules~"
"He's hiding in Quirrell's body, so it's bad luck~"
Voldemort, who has always regarded himself as elegant, is very calm.
He put his hand on the doorknob, ignoring the counter magic.
Feeling the pain, he subconsciously treated the wound again.
Quirrell's body has been transformed by magic, but it is far inferior to the original one without a nose.
As long as he gets the Philosopher's Stone, his body that has been transformed countless times by magic will come back.
Voldemort smiled cruelly and pushed open the door.
"Pfft—" The smoke spread rapidly.
He waved his left hand forward and saw four boys wearing strange masks.
"A child's trick."
No sooner had the yew wand been raised than he threw it back.
"Ding—" The invisible sharp blade pierced the floor.
Voldemort pointed forward, breaking the Disillusionment Curse.
But there was only a sword stuck in the floor in front of him.
"The Sword of Gryffindor—" He reached out with his left hand, trying to grasp the hilt.
"Bah—" A cut was cut horizontally on his wrist.
"Disarm you!" X4
Voldemort blocked it with his injured arm.
After the Gryffindor sword disappeared again, he bent down and planted the yew wand in the floor.
A big hole with a diameter of ten meters dragged him and the four of them down together.
"You can't hide it."
If nothing unexpected happened, the invisible Vincent also fell down.
"Shock reduction and speed reduction—" Only four voices sounded.
Voldemort, who was stepping on the black mist, looked a little ugly.
As an all-powerful character in the magic world, he couldn't find a young wizard who had just entered school.
A little bit annoyed, he squeezed the yew wand and released a super-wide-area revealing spell.
"Surprise?" Vincent landed right in front of him, holding up the Gryffindor sword.
In the next second, a silver shield was neatly separated.
The left arm that did not hold the wand was also cut off by the sword.
Voldemort grinned grinningly, pointing his right hand at the falling Vincent. .seven
"Avada Kedavra!"
The extremely fast speed of the green lightning-like rays made the four people who had landed smoothly tremble subconsciously.
Vincent in mid-air twisted his waist under the boost of the enhancer and the agility potion, and blocked the Gryffindor sword in front of him.
The death-like cold spread from the hilt to his whole body.
"Pa——" Vincent fell on the spiral staircase.
He closed his eyes, as if unconscious.
Voldemort grinned widely.
At such a height, even if he didn't die under the Killing Curse, he would be seriously injured if he fell off.
"Now, tell me—"
He stepped on the black mist and landed in front of the four, "Where is my Philosopher's Stone?"
……
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