Tom Riddle, an orphan, is the product of a union between a wizard and a pure-blood Muggle who has been married for many generations. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Inbred marriage, as we all know, is a kind of bloodline screening that is widely present in the traditional nobility and wizarding world, and the forces hidden in the bloodline may combine with each other and explode to reach the strong Hengqiang, but it may also break out of hidden diseases.

No one knows how the woman who collapsed at the door of the orphanage felt on that stormy night, but the smile on her face when she waited until the birth of her child before she died, and the name of the man who had never loved her as the name of her own child, perhaps, Tom Riddle translated into the mysterious Oriental Chinese character, should be called Tang Buregret.

Harry wrapped himself tightly and gritted his teeth through the black flames, not feeling the heat or touch of the flames except for a dark look. Harry scanned the room for possible mechanisms or ......

Harry gasped, he looked in disbelief, it wasn't Snape, it wasn't the black-robed Voldemort he met at night in the Forbidden Forest, just a back made Harry exclaim, "Quirrell!"

"Of course it's me, I've been wondering if I'll meet you here, Harry Potter. ”

It was eerie, sharp, cold, not at all like the usual stammering little pitiful voice coming from the front, and Quirrell, with the heavy cloth wrapped around his head, didn't even look back, but Harry could see Quirrell's sneer in the reflection of the Mirror of Eris standing in front of him.

"Sure enough, it was you, it was you in Quidditch that day, it was you......" Harry seemed to feel the fog in front of him lift, he remembered someone's assessment of Snape, Snape would never hurt Harry, it seemed that the previous dark speculation about Snape was overdone.

"Oh, I didn't think there was that vicious old bat in front of me, and anyone else could suspect the poor stammering Professor Quirrell?" Quirrell's face suddenly turned hideous, "If it weren't for that filthy mudblood's flames interfering with my spell casting last time, you would have died long ago." ”

Dirty ...... The pale red light in the hands of a certain little Lori gradually turned into blood red and gold, and the dark dragon sleeping on the red lotus flame, please use your roar to burn my enemies!

The flame-condensed dragon roared and broke the rope that Quirrell threw at Harry with his wand, Quirrell's eyes became extremely fierce, he might not kill Harry Potter directly, after all, it was left to his master, but the other little wizards were not in this range.

Hermione then whispered, "O fountain of all power, O infinite earth with motherhood, gather it in my hands and become my power." At Quirrell's feet, the flame elemental was condensing wildly, even breaking the elemental balance and dispersing other elements in the air. A crimson circle emerged.

Quirrell, though inexperienced in fighting, could see that this magic circle was not a good thing under his feet, and he was about to jump out when green vines emerged from the ground and wrapped around him.

Although he was quickly injured and withered by the black mist emitted by Quirrell's body, the green vines successfully hindered Quirrell's time for 1.5 seconds, which had already caused the flame circle to bloom with the most beautiful red lotus.

Little Hermione snorted, put away her fingers that commanded the power of the elements, and gently stroked her long hair, deep in the roots of the thick long hair, a few strands of hair with bright red, but the ends of the hair were a little gray. Qing Shui held little Hermione without a trace, for a first-year student, chanting two advanced magic in a row was obviously not a simple task, she consumed excessive magic and physical strength.

"You've pissed me off, filthy bastards!" roared from the black smoke of the explosion, and as the smoke dimmed, the young wizards noticed something terrible seeming to emerge from under Quirrell's scattered turban.

Quirrell's voice actually sounded at the same time, "Master, you, you are not strong enough...... That's right, this time it became the familiar voice of the stammering and pitiful Professor Quirrell. But the hoarse voice sounded again, and this time, Quirrell didn't retort, for he knew that he didn't have the right to refuse a second time in front of the Lord.

As the hoarse voice sounded, the whole room was enveloped in a grim atmosphere, and the little wizards felt as if their hearts had been smashed with a hammer many times, and then surrounded by needles. And the most serious is our little Harry, he feels like a ghost of oriental legends, every muscle has become numb, he wants to move but can't move a bit, he wants to shout loudly, but he can't make a sound at all, he can only watch in front of him.

Quirrell's turban had been wrapped so tightly that it looked like a spittoon had been fastened to his head. But as he untied his turban completely, the little wizards were surprised to find that his head was very small.

Quirrell turned slowly, Harry's pupils contracted violently, and there was a face on the back of Quirrell's head, what kind of face was it, the most terrifying human face in the world, right? chalk-white skin, red demonic eyes, and a hole that seemed to be torn open directly in the middle of the face as a nose. The whole person looks like the face of a snake.

"Harry Potter, look, look what I've become!" Harry roared as he felt as if his feet were pinned to the ground and he couldn't move.

"Hidden in the shadows and fog, I can only exist in forms shared with other beings, and there are always those who desire me to enter their hearts and minds. Quirrell stepped back, letting Voldemort's face close to Harry.

"You've also seen faithful Quirrell drink the blood of a unicorn for me in the Forbidden Forest to restore me, and once I get the Membrane Stone, I can successfully renew my life, recreate and have my own body"

Voldemort approached Harry step by step, his cold red eyes full of malice and confusion. "There is no doubt that Dumbledore, who is shrewd and calculating on the outside, but is actually extremely stupid, is the key to getting you here, his pawn for the new generation. Come on, Harry, don't struggle and end up begging for my mercy like your parents......"

"Liar!" Harry retorted, finally mustering up the courage.

"What courage, like your father, as brave and stupid, to rush to my wand and die. Join me, even if you don't care about your own life, don't you care about the lives of those little wizards in the back?"

Harry was startled, and when he looked back, his companions seemed to be trembling under the Wia and the black fog brought by Voldemort's appearance, and their faces were pale.

Darkness seemed to envelop everything, banishing hope.