"Then what are you going to do to knock him out!" Voldemort roared a little frantically as he felt like he had been tricked again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In order to see your expression just now~ It's like this..."Roger imitated Lao Fu's bewildered face, and his mouth was dubbed: "Maybe I met a fake enemy........."

Voldemort's chalk-like face flushed unnaturally, obviously really angry.

Although Roger had mocked himself before, he was now in a state of complete defeat, and a child might not recognize what the great Dark Lord looked like, and if he took refuge in him, he would be exposed with a little punishment afterwards.

And Lao Fu is really optimistic about Roger, bold, careful, lawless, and unscrupulous to achieve his goals, he is a typical Slytherin.

Although it's a little crazy, it's not weak in execution, and there seem to be some little secrets in the body, and the most important thing is ......

Therefore, if you can pull it to your side to serve... With a good training, it will definitely be a good dog!

But after playing again and again, he finally broke through Voldemort's bottom line, so no matter how much he lacked helpers and favored Roger now, Lao Fu would kill him without regret.

A dog that is likely to bite its owner is best served stewed.

The gritted Voldemort was about to open his mouth to curse, and Roger slapped him abruptly: "I also said just now that when the situation is stronger than people, the eggs should be shrunk and waited...... What are you holding back when you bite your back molars?"

Voldemort's eyes were blood-red: "Boy, you'd better pray that you'll play yourself to death in a few years......"

"Smack!" Roger Howe didn't talk nonsense, and directly said another mouthful. The void has become gas, and the face is shouting?

“...... Otherwise, if it falls into my hands, I will make you feel ......"

"Smack!"

“...... What is Hell ......"

"Smack!"

Voldemort: "......"

"Smack!"

"Ah!! bastard!!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to use the most vicious ......"

"Smack!"

"......" Voldemort, who was already sixty-five years old, was so humiliated that he put his mouth to his mouth, and the burning anger could no longer be controlled: "Quirrell... You shit... What are you waiting for!!"

"Smack!" this time the slap passed, and a piece of palm meat stuck to Lao Fu's cheek, and after so many strokes, the roasted palm meat was loosened......

"Don't bother, when I imprisoned him, I secretly mixed the throat sealing spell, the ear closing spell, the eye disease spell, and the laxative power spell... He's basically a waste now...... "Roger even turned Pandora back into a suitcase and put it at his feet, looked at the fresh meat exposed in his palm, tore off a small strip and put it in his mouth: "Or can he not intervene for a long time......?" Snape's demonic fire isn't enough, it's still alive in the innermost part......"

Fortunately, Harry had been knocked unconscious early, otherwise he would have crossed out all kinds of barbecue from his recipe when he saw this scene.

The boy giggled nonchalantly and raised his arm, and bit down like a chicken leg, tearing off a large piece of the belt.

At this time, even Voldemort, who is generally recognized as extremely evil in the wizarding world, stared at Roger with a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes, he had seen eating people, but he couldn't accept it a little bit......

"Don't look at me like that... Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be roasted?" the boy waved his arm with his tooth marks.

But at the moment when his arm shook and slightly blocked his vision, Quirrell's rope fell off and jumped up, premeditatedly grabbing the wand in Roger's hand and thrashing it with all his might......

The wand wasn't taken back as Quirrell had hoped, and it sat in Roger's hand intact......

Not to mention Quirrell, the weak chicken, even if Voldemort himself went into battle, he didn't want to take things from him like this.

Taking advantage of Quirrell's stunned effort, Roger took the wand and just flicked his wrist, and the huge force bounced off his grip, and then stretched his thumb forward and pressed down hard......

With a "crak" sound of the stick breaking, Quirrell's wand was easily snapped by him.

"I'm still wondering when you're going to do it...... Didn't expect you to come here?" Roger frustrated as he threw his wand, which had been broken in half, grabbed Quirrell's arm and slammed him to the ground.

A wizard who can be a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts class, how can he have two brushes, and even Lockhart has an amnesia charm that he is good at, not to mention that he has been with Quirrell for so long.

Even without his wand, the Imprisonment Spell and the Restrictive Spell couldn't trap Quirrell, who had been under constant guidance.

Unfortunately, he was too close...... Quirrell was lying on the ground moaning uncontrollably, only to be thrown by Roger, as if he had been ravaged by a male elephant... There is no place where there is no labor pain.

"Waste!Waste!!Get up and kill him!" Voldemort urged with his face pressed against the ground.

Quirrell barely got up from the ground with weak hands and feet: "Lord... Master... I ......"

Roger unceremoniously kicked him around and lay on the ground again, staring at Lao Fu's distorted face, and the boy stepped on it with his bare feet: "Tut... The Dark Lord of yesteryear...... It's a real disappointment, don't you say, little Tom?"

Voldemort's face was tilted by Roger's step, and no words of rebuttal came, only Quirrell's body trembled more and more violently.

"What's the matter? You're so angry? Yes, after all, you're such an old man...... But I didn't see age spots on your face, hehe...... Sixty-five years old is not long?" The boy bent down and stared at Voldemort's face, and looked carefully left and right: "Anyway, since you are all dead, then hurry up and go to the ground to settle down, and you still dream of ruling the world all day long, how embarrassing are ......you?"

The trembling intensified, and the amplitude of the shaking of the hands and feet could be counted as the degree of convulsions.

Roger sensed something was wrong and turned him over with his foot, only to see Quirrell's eyes closed, and his young face had become as vicissitudes and wrinkles as his seventies and eighties.

The boy's eyes narrowed slightly, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, but he saw a silver light suddenly rise in front of him, and the turban that fell to the ground turned into a silver glittering long sword, which was like lightning into Roger's heart.

The boy does not dodge or dodge, and when he fights wizards, he has to rely on it as much as possible, and his magic attainments can be swayed in the new life, and in the eyes of adult wizards, Roger's magic can be called full of loopholes.