The flames didn't last long before they were dispelled by Quirrell's magic, and Roger rushed in three gears, but it was too late to fight back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boomerang's blade was pressed against Quirrell's throat, and the Professor's hands stiffened.

Roger's free other hand took his wand and waved it at Harry, "Split!"

The rope that bound the Savior broke and fell to the ground, and he hadn't recovered from the lightning battle scene he had just had......

"You go look in the mirror, and I'll have a good chat with our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor......" Roger said, shaking his head at Harry.

"Look in the mirror? I think you should look at it more ......" Harry shook his head violently, "Ahh......h

"You talk so much nonsense, do as I say. Roger interrupted the savior's words angrily, and forced Quirrell to get out of the way with his blade.

Out of the urgency of the form, Harry held back all the doubts in his stomach and obediently followed Roger's advice.

On the other side, Quirrell's cheeks were shaking with too much force from anger.

He also recognized the strange humanoid creature in front of him, which was Roger who had played him in the office last time, because Voldemort had made him suffer a lot because of this.

"Hey...... This angry expression is too obvious... Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you with a shudder?" said Roger with a grin as he patted Quirrell's face and smiled.

Quirrell's face trembled, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Voldemort's high-pitched hoarse voice came first, "Let me talk to him... Face-to-face ......"

"But, master... You haven't recovered your strength yet......"

"I still have that strength......

Quirrell's hand was raised, trying to untie the scarf around his head.

"Alas... Who made you move..."Roger's blade cut a bloody hole directly in Quirrell's neck: "Put your hands down and carry them behind your back... Otherwise, it won't be a trivial matter. ”

Quirrell's hands froze at his side.

"Do as he says......" Voldemort commanded hoarsely.

The professor slowly turned his hand back, and Roger moved half a position, and the wand belonging to Quirrell in his hand shone a little on his hand: "Quickly imprisoned!"

A thick rope instantly appeared from the tip of the staff, binding both hands firmly.

However, Roger was still not very reassured, and kicked him to his knees, waved his wand repeatedly, and released a dozen confinement spells, until Quirrell was tied up and down into a dumpling, only his head was still exposed, and then he stopped casting spells.

Turning the boomerang back into a suitcase, Roger reached down and pulled the turban off Quirrell's head.

"Hi Tom Riddle. He happily greeted Voldemort, who was staying in the back of his head: "It's the first time we've met, please give me a lot of advice." ”

Unlike the last time he fainted, the entire face of the conscious Voldemort protruded from the back of Quirrell's head, full of three-dimensionality, not as flat and narrow as when he fainted.

Voldemort's upright snake pupils glowed scarlet, and the two slender holes in his nose opened and closed with his breath: "Roger Collins... I don't know what you'd like to talk to me about......"

The second generation of the Dark Lord's bearing is different, just now he was clamoring for murder, and now he still keeps his face unchanged in this humiliating posture, which opens up a gap with Quirrell's grade.

"I'm just curious what you see when you look at the Mirror of Eris?" Roger reached out and scratched his clean and slippery belly, his ripe fingertips could not withstand this movement, and after scratching, five fingernails stuck in the flesh of his stomach.

Voldemort stared at the boy's movements with interest, but his scalp couldn't help but feel cold, apparently because the scalp didn't belong to him......

secretly scolded Quirrell, if it weren't for the fact that his soul was so fragile that he could only cling to all kinds of frogs, small snakes and other low-level creatures... And Quirrell, who happened to be passing through Albania, noticed an anomaly again......

Then you won't be able to come to Hogwarts... Still stop complaining......

Lao Fu's mind went around in a big circle before he began to face Roger's question again: "Magic is power." ”

A concise answer. This question is simply a probe into his heart, and Voldemort's casual nonsense represents his good attitude towards Roger.

"I thought you'd say, 'It's a self with a nose)," the boy gritted his teeth and leaned close to Voldemort, mocking wantonly.

Voldemort's eyes exuded a thick malice, and his mouth sneered disdainfully: "You don't think that by taking refuge in Dumbledore, you can laugh at me, the great Dark Lord, right? Ha, now it seems that you are either relying on something, or you are ridiculously stupid......"

"Obviously, I'm in the stupid enough to explode. Roger said happily: "Your integrity is really not high, I guess you yourself should know that there are only so many lackeys under your command who are loyal." ”

"When I come back strongly, they will still be prostrate at my feet......" Voldemort's voice was weak, but he still couldn't stop his pride.

"Maybe," the boy shrugged indifferently.

At this moment, Harry's face showed a hint of joy as he ran over, glancing at a small bag bulging out of his trouser pocket, and Roger knew that the Philosopher's Stone had been taken out.

"Harry Potter..."Voldemort gritted his teeth as he looked at the little boy who had let everything fall apart, his tone full of irrepressible hatred.

"Smack!" Roger slapped Voldemort's face with one mouth: "Teach you to be a good man, and when the situation is stronger than others, shrink the eggs and wait for them." ”

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were dripping blood, and the wizarding world had been making waves for decades, and no one had dared to insult him so many times, let alone after his overtures.

After taking a few deep breaths, Voldemort resisted the desire to bite Roger to death, suppressed his anger and said, "I can feel that you are different from those people...... Come to me, and you're the next Dark Lord. ”

"Put away your tricks, Roger won't come to you!" Harry shouted angrily as he stood aside.

Voldemort sneered, and mockingly asked the savior, "You don't think he's really going to care if you live or die, do you......?"

Roger's eyes narrowed, the smile on his face disappeared, his cold eyes swept over Voldemort and Harry, and suddenly slashed his little friend with a knife in his hand.

Voldemort had a smile on his lips, and he was about to speak, when he was stunned by Roger's backhand slap.

"I really don't care... But just now your words made me think about what position to chop you in. Roger grinned with his teeth sharpened.