#740 - You are the one called Voldemort? (asking for monthly votes and recommendation tickets)

"You're seeking death! How dare you call my master by his name, Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell had none of the timidity he displayed as a professor. His expression was frighteningly twisted, and after shouting, he raised his hand and fired a Killing Curse at Harry. →Google Search to read

Harry could see that his former professor was trying to kill him at the slightest disagreement, and he was so frightened that he froze on the spot.

At this critical moment, Snape stepped in to save him. Facing the rapidly approaching Killing Curse, he raised his wand and flicked it sharply, lifting a large rock from the ground, which steadily blocked the spell. Then, he instinctively shielded Harry behind him.

"Quirrell, do you know what you're doing?" Snape glared fiercely at him. "I advise you to think carefully about where your loyalties lie, who you should be serving. It's not too late to turn back, especially in this situation!"

As Snape spoke, he glanced almost imperceptibly at Doom in the distance, as if hinting something to Quirrell. In the current situation, he really didn't want to be caught between two enemies, so he offered well-intentioned advice, laced with hidden meaning.

Besides, in his memory, Quirrell's personality was completely different from what it was now. Snape was more inclined to believe that Quirrell's actions were being coerced. But now, everyone was trapped in this strange town.

Even if they were enemies, at least they were all still human. They should first try to get rid of the enemy in front of them, rather than continue fighting.

However, Quirrell didn't seem to understand Snape's implied meaning at all, or perhaps he simply didn't care about the suggestion. He just grinned coldly.

"Snape, oh Snape, why do you have to interfere with my affairs? You're the one who can't figure out where your loyalties lie. You were once a member of the Death Eater family, so you should be serving the master with me, shouldn't you? But now you're siding with the enemy and protecting that Boy Who Lived!"

"Why not hand over Harry behind you? I can say a few good words for you in front of the Dark Lord, how about it?"

Quirrell's voice echoed in the wilderness, his tone gradually changing from sinister at the beginning to angry, and finally turning into a bewitching, seductive whisper.

At Quirrell's prodding, Snape's face grew increasingly unsightly. It wasn't pleasant to have his scars reopened. At the same time, he was now certain of one thing: the Quirrell in front of him was beyond redemption. He was now even more devout than the most fanatical Death Eaters of the past.

As for Quirrell's suggestion? Snape didn't take a word of it to heart. He might betray Dumbledore, but he would never betray Lily.

Harry and the others behind Snape couldn't help but be shocked when they heard Quirrell's words.

Snape was once a Death Eater? Then could he be trusted now?

But according to Quirrell, Snape seemed to have left that organization.

At the same time, they recalled the bits and pieces of their adventures in the dungeon. Although Snape's personality was terrible, he had always been protecting them.

Thinking of this, Harry strengthened his resolve. He leaned out from behind Snape and shouted at Quirrell with a face full of indignation, "Professor Snape is not a scumbag like you who has no bottom line. Being Voldemort's lackey will only lead you into the abyss. The final result will only be death without a burial place!"

Hearing Harry actually defend him, Snape glanced at him in surprise, which suddenly warmed his heart.

But thinking of the situation they were currently facing, he coldly rebuked, "Get back behind me and stay there. This is not the time for you little brats to mess around."

However, after saying that, Snape quickly lowered his voice and whispered, "Don't try to be brave here. Remember, if you see something wrong, run away quickly. Anduin has definitely noticed the abnormality here. All you have to do is wait for his support. I'll buy you time!"

Snape stared intently into Harry's eyes, his voice low and serious, with a hint of urgency.

From Snape's expression, Harry also saw a determination.

Seeing this, Harry immediately realized that the other party was planning to use his life to buy them time, which made him feel flustered. "Professor, we won't leave you behind."

"You idiot!" Snape glared at him fiercely, scolding him unkindly. "What use are you beside me other than being a hindrance? Don't be a burden!"

"Professor Snape!"

Although Harry was young, it didn't mean he couldn't tell that Snape was trying to provoke him with words, so he shook his head even more resolutely.

But before the two of them could mutter a few more words, Quirrell, who was on the side, stretched out his wand at them again in uncontrollable anger, glaring at Harry.

"You still dare to speak disrespectfully. Do you really think you're some kind of savior? I'll send you to hell to accompany your parents right now!"

Hearing this, Snape and Harry immediately gripped their wands vigilantly, cautiously guarding themselves.

However, after issuing his threat, Quirrell didn't act as he said he would, but instead clutched his head in pain.

At the same time, a strange and gloomy murmur suddenly came from him, "You useless thing! Potter's life is mine. Who gave you the guts to act on your own?"

"I… I'm sorry, Master!" Quirrell seemed to have turned back into that timid person again, apologizing to the strange voice with a flattering expression.

The sudden change surprised everyone. Snape widened his eyes in astonishment, "Master? And this familiar voice, could it be…"

"Severus! You disappoint me so much." The eerie murmur came out again, "You've actually chosen to stand with Potter now. It's a waste that I had such high expectations for you back then!"

"You are? Vol… the Dark Lord? Are you really not dead?" Snape's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had discovered something that terrified him.

"Hahaha! What do you think? I am the Dark Lord, the future ruler of the wizarding world, how could I be killed so easily? Quirrell! I want to see my former disciple in person!"

"Yes, Master!" Quirrell responded respectfully, then carefully took off the turban on his head and slowly turned his back.

Then, everyone saw that on the back of Quirrell's head, there was actually an extremely ugly face!

Seeing this terrifying face, Snape was now not only surprised, he could see in the other party's eyebrows the shadow that had once terrified him.

"The Dark Lord, it really is you?" Snape muttered in a trembling voice, "So you've been living on Quirrell all along. No wonder he's so devoted to you."

"What, you're saying that long-face is Voldemort?" Harry widened his eyes and looked at Snape, then looked in surprise at Quirrell in the distance, or rather, the back of his head.

Voldemort, with only one face left, smiled coldly, "That's right, if it wasn't to get the Philosopher's Stone, why would I have bothered to enter Hogwarts?"

"Severus, in view of your loyalty to me back then, I can now give you one last chance to return to my command. Of course, you have to give Potter to me first!"

"Impossible!" Snape shook his head without even thinking, "This is no longer your era, and I am no longer the Severus Snape of the past!"

"Professor!" Harry on the side was a little moved when he heard Snape's response so decisively. For a moment, he even felt that Snape, who he used to find very annoying, wasn't so hateful.

"Too bad, Severus, you've just ruined your last chance to live. Or do you think you can defeat me? Defeat the all-powerful Dark Lord?" Voldemort glared at Snape with an angry expression.

"All-powerful?"

Before Snape could answer, Doom, who had been silent all along, suddenly interrupted the conversation.

Doom yawned slightly, then glanced at Voldemort with a disdainful expression, "Although your performance is very exciting, watching it for too long makes me feel a little bored."

"And what you just said is even more hilarious. You actually claim to be all-powerful? Even with my power, I have never been so arrogant. Just you, a lowly parasite? Your decaying soul stinks to high heaven."

"You!" Voldemort had never been ridiculed like this before. Facing the overbearing Doom, he turned his head and gave the other party a murderous look, "I don't know where you came from, but you dare to call yourself the Lord of Terror. Aren't you just as ignorant?"

"And Satan? Hell? The Harbinger of Doom? I've been rampaging in the wizarding world for so many years, how come I've never heard of these things?"

But how could Doom be afraid of this? He even glared back directly, "Not knowing only represents your ignorance, and after today, there will be even fewer people who know!"

Hearing Doom's words containing murderous intent, Voldemort didn't show the slightest dissatisfaction. Instead, he smiled slightly with a somewhat sincere expression, "Indeed, my knowledge of this world is too shallow, so I need more time to explore the mysteries of the world and magic!"

After saying that, Voldemort suddenly looked at Doom with burning eyes, "Cooperate with me! Doom! Your enemy, Anduin, is also my enemy. As long as we join hands, we will definitely be able to bring the whole world under our control!"

"I can promise you to provide you with sufficient sacrifices to make you stronger than ever. This world should be ruled by the strong!"

"Just you?" Doom smiled coldly when he heard this, "A piece of trash who can only parasitize on wizards is not qualified to cooperate with me."

"And who told you that I want to rule the world?" Doom raised his foot and stomped hard, the strange energy turning the area within a few dozen meters around his feet into magma.

"The mission of a demon is destruction! Destroying everything in sight, turning the world into scorched earth, is the origin of my title as the Harbinger of Doom! Mere humans dare to spout nonsense in front of me?"

"Hahahaha, I've had enough of these boring tricks. Letting you enjoy so much freedom before you die is already my greatest mercy. Next, please turn into the energy for me to restore my peak!"

Doom laughed wantonly, then raised the long whip in his hand high, and then whipped it fiercely towards Voldemort.

"This madman!" Seeing that the other party was about to start fighting without saying a word, Voldemort cursed angrily, then shouted, "Quirrell, get rid of him for me!"

Hearing this, Quirrell immediately turned around, cast a Full Body Armor Charm on himself, and then dodged to the side.

But the force of the incoming fire whip was surprisingly strong. Even though it didn't hit Quirrell directly, the aftershocks and fire waves generated by the fire whip hitting the ground shattered his protection spell almost instantly.

Such terrifying power scared Quirrell out of his wits. He could only beg for mercy tremblingly, "M… Master! This monster is too strong. I don't even have the confidence to block one of his attacks! Why don't we try to find a way to escape first!"

Voldemort, who had felt the power of the fire whip up close, was secretly shocked by the other party's power, but he still cursed angrily, "Escape? Why do you know how to escape, you idiot?"

"But the other party is really not someone we can fight against!" Quirrell timidly muttered as he desperately put out the burning hem of his clothes.

"Idiot, the space in this area has long been sealed off. You can't leave now even if you want to until you completely solve him! Can your legs be faster than his whip?"

Although Voldemort only had one face left at this time, his perception was still very keen. He had already noticed the abnormality of the space around him, so he was so eager to reach a consensus with Doom, but the other party was obviously much crazier than he had imagined, or rather, this guy was a complete madman with a full desire for destruction!

"Then what should we do? With the current situation, let alone fight, I can't even get close to him!" Quirrell begged in a trembling voice, he was really afraid that Voldemort would let him rush out and die.

"Useless!" Voldemort was so angry at Quirrell's incompetence, but then his eyes suddenly sharpened.

"In that case, let me personally meet this Harbinger of Doom! I've never experienced a demon's body before." Voldemort snorted coldly.

After saying a word, Voldemort's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and then Quirrell let out a painful wail.

Then everyone saw a thick cloud of black smoke suddenly burst out from the back of Quirrell's head, and then the smoke struggled to rush out of Quirrell's brain, as if it was shedding a set of tights.

As the smoke completely escaped, Voldemort's face gradually appeared from the black smoke, and then it turned into a long snake formed of smoke or steam, rolling towards Doom.

Quirrell, who had lost Voldemort's parasitism, was in a very miserable state at this time. He seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant, his face and head were covered with wrinkles and age spots, and he could only barely struggle to get up.

But in this moment that everyone didn't notice, at this time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Quirrell's mouth.