Chapter 215 The Missing Classmate Potter
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Qing Mo Da Xian
"Harry Potter—"
Every time the shadow groaned, Harry's heart beat faster.
He really wanted to escape from this place quickly, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Your fear betrays your position, little Harry—"
A large hand protruded from under the black cloak.
It slowly stretched forward, as if grabbing something.
The instinct of fear took over Harry's entire brain.
Escape is his only thought now.
Quirinus Quirrell, the evil dark wizard who was supposed to be in Azkaban, turned up again at Hogwarts.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a momentary thing." Quirrell grabbed forward fiercely.
At this critical juncture, Harry bravely lifted his invisibility cloak and raised his wand like lightning.
"Stupid-"
A blinding red light hit Quirrell's chest.
However, he tore off the entire invisibility cloak as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"Harry Potter, we finally meet!"
The face under the cloak was indeed Quirrell's, but the eyes had no emotion at all.
Harry staggered back, leaning his back against the giant tree, "You're not Quirrell."
"Oh, I should have introduced myself first."
Quirrell bent slightly, "Meet you for the first time, little Harry.
I am Voldemort, a wizard who has conquered death. "
All the fear in Harry's brain was instantly repulsed by anger.
Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth as if very satisfied, "Of course, I'm still the enemy who killed your parents with my own hands."
The truth turned out to be like this, no wonder Quirrell was desperate to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
Since Noumenon is the most terrifying wizard in history, escaping from Azkaban is not a problem.
"Very well, I like the mood." Voldemort stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "I've changed my mind.
I'll taste your wrath bit by bit, until you're consumed by fear again. "
"Don't think about it!" Harry raised his knee and bumped into it.
Voldemort raised his eyebrows against Quirrell's big face.
Eggs, whatever they are, are there to protect what's inside.
Its case has a waterproof shell, and most of them are not very impact-resistant.
As the Dark Lord, he would risk his dignity to escape.
Harry was taken aback.
Voldemort actually jumped into the air nimbly.
But hard training in fighting is not fruitless.
An uppercut missed, and the stun spell was directly applied to the face.
No matter how weak the mana is, it is still a real stun spell.
The fallen Voldemort supported the ground with one hand, and quickly pointed his wand at Harry.
"The real magic spell should be like this!"
A red light as thick as an adult's arm shot over.
Just when Harry thought he was going to die, the curse flew across the hair that hid the scar on his forehead.
He turned his neck stiffly, and saw that there was a big hole on the giant tree behind his head.
If it hit the forehead, it would splash all over the ground like a watermelon.
Those screaming plants!
"Oh, I almost forgot—"
Standing up, Voldemort changed his cloak into a close-fitting black robe.
"These nasty things will bother us."
With a wave of the straight alder wand towards the distance, all the items arranged by the professors in front of them floated in mid-air.
Including the glowing magic runes, they are all squeezed into an irregular sphere.
Harry's eyes flicked to the hollow of the giant tree.
Just run back, or scream...
However, Voldemort seemed to guess what he was going to do, and pointed his wand at the ground under his feet.
As soon as the translucent barrier appeared, it began to disappear into the air little by little.
"Scream as hard as you can!" He walked towards Harry, who was limp and snuggled up against the tree.
"No one can interrupt our duel!"
"Pfft—" There was an extremely discordant chuckle in the air.
Voldemort raised his hand and hit Harry with a Stunning Spell.
After the opponent fell down, his cold eyes swept back and forth around.
"Who is it! Come out!"
"Wonderful!" Accompanied by applause, Vincent appeared behind Voldemort.
"It's you—Vincent Wayne!"
The alder wand pointed at it without saying a word, but was blocked by the silver-white suitcase.
"Professor Snape, you are in danger."
Vincent turned the suitcase over distressedly.
The part of Mithril that has become liquid has almost been repaired.
"I'm not that traitor!" Voldemort twitched his lips.
Now that the prophecy is known, it proves that the identity of the former Death Eater has been known.
"I'm not Harry." Vincent opened the suitcase and picked up the super power inside.
"If you were Tom without a nose, you would use the Killing Curse when you saw me."
"You're quite self-aware."
He ignored the sarcasm, and aimed his gun at the alder wand, which had just flashed green.
"Inside are orichanite bullets that strengthen the penetrating power. There are fifteen rounds in the magazine."
The green light dimmed instantly.
Snape couldn't hold back, "Wayne, what are you trying to do?"
"I'm here to find the missing classmate Potter."
Vincent moved the muzzle of the gun slightly to the side, "Let's take a look at the professor's camouflage."
"Have you found it?"
"If I were to come, I wouldn't always appear in the same place."
Snape twitched his lips again.
After thousands of calculations, this natural Occlumency master was actually missed.
Dumbledore's crow's mouth!
Now that the matter was exposed, he did not continue to take the compound decoction.
Accompanied by a muscle tremor, Voldemort, who was wearing Quirrell's big face, turned back into Snape.
Although the appearance is different, the eyes are the same.
Even colder than before.
"Wayne, just these two conditions?"
"If possible, I also want to disband Black Swan forcibly."
"Don't think about it!" Snape looked at the unconscious Harry.
In order to avoid accidental exposure, he didn't even bring out his wand when he came out, let alone other potions.
Once the magic wand, which is not easy to use at all, is destroyed, or the "savior" is accidentally awakened, this 2.0 plan will be completely aborted.
"I can keep them from bothering you."
"Until graduation?"
Snape twitched the corner of his mouth for the third time, "This semester only."
Vincent moved the gun back, "Professor, summer vacation is only two months away."
"You can refuse."
"make a deal!"
Both men, who had reached a verbal agreement, had their eyes on Harry.
According to the plan, when Snape wanted to irritate him and let the fear spread in his heart again, it would be considered a satisfactory end.
In this situation, starting again, I'm afraid it won't be until after dawn.
"Professor Snape, I'll go first~"
"Go away!"
Snape, with a gloomy face, restored the surroundings to their original state, and then carried Harry on his shoulders.
Has Trelawney's prophecy come true?
impossible!
He'll finish as fast as he can.
……
……
Every time the shadow groaned, Harry's heart beat faster.
He really wanted to escape from this place quickly, but his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Your fear betrays your position, little Harry—"
A large hand protruded from under the black cloak.
It slowly stretched forward, as if grabbing something.
The instinct of fear took over Harry's entire brain.
Escape is his only thought now.
Quirinus Quirrell, the evil dark wizard who was supposed to be in Azkaban, turned up again at Hogwarts.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a momentary thing." Quirrell grabbed forward fiercely.
At this critical juncture, Harry bravely lifted his invisibility cloak and raised his wand like lightning.
"Stupid-"
A blinding red light hit Quirrell's chest.
However, he tore off the entire invisibility cloak as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"Harry Potter, we finally meet!"
The face under the cloak was indeed Quirrell's, but the eyes had no emotion at all.
Harry staggered back, leaning his back against the giant tree, "You're not Quirrell."
"Oh, I should have introduced myself first."
Quirrell bent slightly, "Meet you for the first time, little Harry.
I am Voldemort, a wizard who has conquered death. "
All the fear in Harry's brain was instantly repulsed by anger.
Voldemort raised the corner of his mouth as if very satisfied, "Of course, I'm still the enemy who killed your parents with my own hands."
The truth turned out to be like this, no wonder Quirrell was desperate to steal the Philosopher's Stone.
Since Noumenon is the most terrifying wizard in history, escaping from Azkaban is not a problem.
"Very well, I like the mood." Voldemort stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "I've changed my mind.
I'll taste your wrath bit by bit, until you're consumed by fear again. "
"Don't think about it!" Harry raised his knee and bumped into it.
Voldemort raised his eyebrows against Quirrell's big face.
Eggs, whatever they are, are there to protect what's inside.
Its case has a waterproof shell, and most of them are not very impact-resistant.
As the Dark Lord, he would risk his dignity to escape.
Harry was taken aback.
Voldemort actually jumped into the air nimbly.
But hard training in fighting is not fruitless.
An uppercut missed, and the stun spell was directly applied to the face.
No matter how weak the mana is, it is still a real stun spell.
The fallen Voldemort supported the ground with one hand, and quickly pointed his wand at Harry.
"The real magic spell should be like this!"
A red light as thick as an adult's arm shot over.
Just when Harry thought he was going to die, the curse flew across the hair that hid the scar on his forehead.
He turned his neck stiffly, and saw that there was a big hole on the giant tree behind his head.
If it hit the forehead, it would splash all over the ground like a watermelon.
Those screaming plants!
"Oh, I almost forgot—"
Standing up, Voldemort changed his cloak into a close-fitting black robe.
"These nasty things will bother us."
With a wave of the straight alder wand towards the distance, all the items arranged by the professors in front of them floated in mid-air.
Including the glowing magic runes, they are all squeezed into an irregular sphere.
Harry's eyes flicked to the hollow of the giant tree.
Just run back, or scream...
However, Voldemort seemed to guess what he was going to do, and pointed his wand at the ground under his feet.
As soon as the translucent barrier appeared, it began to disappear into the air little by little.
"Scream as hard as you can!" He walked towards Harry, who was limp and snuggled up against the tree.
"No one can interrupt our duel!"
"Pfft—" There was an extremely discordant chuckle in the air.
Voldemort raised his hand and hit Harry with a Stunning Spell.
After the opponent fell down, his cold eyes swept back and forth around.
"Who is it! Come out!"
"Wonderful!" Accompanied by applause, Vincent appeared behind Voldemort.
"It's you—Vincent Wayne!"
The alder wand pointed at it without saying a word, but was blocked by the silver-white suitcase.
"Professor Snape, you are in danger."
Vincent turned the suitcase over distressedly.
The part of Mithril that has become liquid has almost been repaired.
"I'm not that traitor!" Voldemort twitched his lips.
Now that the prophecy is known, it proves that the identity of the former Death Eater has been known.
"I'm not Harry." Vincent opened the suitcase and picked up the super power inside.
"If you were Tom without a nose, you would use the Killing Curse when you saw me."
"You're quite self-aware."
He ignored the sarcasm, and aimed his gun at the alder wand, which had just flashed green.
"Inside are orichanite bullets that strengthen the penetrating power. There are fifteen rounds in the magazine."
The green light dimmed instantly.
Snape couldn't hold back, "Wayne, what are you trying to do?"
"I'm here to find the missing classmate Potter."
Vincent moved the muzzle of the gun slightly to the side, "Let's take a look at the professor's camouflage."
"Have you found it?"
"If I were to come, I wouldn't always appear in the same place."
Snape twitched his lips again.
After thousands of calculations, this natural Occlumency master was actually missed.
Dumbledore's crow's mouth!
Now that the matter was exposed, he did not continue to take the compound decoction.
Accompanied by a muscle tremor, Voldemort, who was wearing Quirrell's big face, turned back into Snape.
Although the appearance is different, the eyes are the same.
Even colder than before.
"Wayne, just these two conditions?"
"If possible, I also want to disband Black Swan forcibly."
"Don't think about it!" Snape looked at the unconscious Harry.
In order to avoid accidental exposure, he didn't even bring out his wand when he came out, let alone other potions.
Once the magic wand, which is not easy to use at all, is destroyed, or the "savior" is accidentally awakened, this 2.0 plan will be completely aborted.
"I can keep them from bothering you."
"Until graduation?"
Snape twitched the corner of his mouth for the third time, "This semester only."
Vincent moved the gun back, "Professor, summer vacation is only two months away."
"You can refuse."
"make a deal!"
Both men, who had reached a verbal agreement, had their eyes on Harry.
According to the plan, when Snape wanted to irritate him and let the fear spread in his heart again, it would be considered a satisfactory end.
In this situation, starting again, I'm afraid it won't be until after dawn.
"Professor Snape, I'll go first~"
"Go away!"
Snape, with a gloomy face, restored the surroundings to their original state, and then carried Harry on his shoulders.
Has Trelawney's prophecy come true?
impossible!
He'll finish as fast as he can.
……
……
