Ever since Dumbledore's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, Norlin had apparently been unconcerned about the world in the mirror, but since he came out, he had been thinking about the other question he had asked.

What exactly is his purpose in life?

Do you want to go down the magical path, track down your parents, or become a laid-back professor at Hogwarts after graduation?

Norlin had to admit that after coming into this world, he hadn't really thought about it. Or rather, the question seemed too far away from him.

He pondered for days, but there was no clear answer. And the conversation between George and them in the auditorium during the day, saying that Harry and Ron were sent to the Forbidden Forest tonight, caught Nolin's attention.

Far from it, I solved Voldemort's trouble before. Norin is a man who has a vengeance, and Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest wanted to kill him, and this feud was too big.

Although Voldemort is now in a weak state and cannot be killed, at least he can suppress the recovery of his strength and let him stop for a few more years.

That night, Norlin ran to the Forbidden Forest and asked the centaur tribe to help find Voldemort's traces. After getting news of Bane, he hurried to save Hagrid, who was hanging by a thread.

"Nolin?"

When Hagrid and Harry saw his face clearly, they were overjoyed, but when they saw Hagrid's face change, they said in a panic:

"Norin, go and find Dumbledore."

"Yes, you're stronger, you should be able to run out......"

Ron in the bone cage also gritted his teeth and said. He had seen the flaming phoenix unleashed by Norlin at Luna's house, and knew that his magic was strong, and he thought that he would be able to break through Voldemort's obstruction.

It's just that no matter how much they estimated, they didn't think about whether Norlin could confront Voldemort head-on. No matter what you think, Hagrid couldn't stop Voldemort's casual blow, let alone Norlin was only a year older than them.

Norlin walked over to them, taking off his hood, the moonlight slanting on his face. He glanced at Ron in surprise, and a warm current surged through his heart, he didn't expect Ron to make such a decision at a life-or-death moment.

With a wave of Nolin's wand, the white bones surrounding the three of them quietly turned into pieces and scattered on the ground. He smiled and said:

"Then do you know who beat him to look like this?"

Harry was still rolling on the ground with his head on his hands, and Ron and Hermione looked at the bone fragments on the ground in amazement. Hermione was the first to understand what he meant, and looked at Voldemort with her mouth wide open, muttering:

"It won't be your ......"

Only then did they realize that since Norin appeared, Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, had a solemn face, as if he was facing a great enemy, and he could no longer see the banter when facing them.

"When your nose is good, you get carried away again?"

Norlin helped Harry and the others up, looked at Voldemort from afar, and said with a smile.

"It's you again, Yaxley......"

The red light in Voldemort's eyes flickered and flickered, and he looked around without a trace, and said coldly, "It just so happens that after drinking the blood of the unicorn, my strength has recovered a little, let you see the power of the Dark Lord, and when the time comes, I will give you another chance to be allegiance." ”

"I don't want to follow a master who doesn't have a nose."

Norin said with a smile, and with a flick of his wand, Hagrid and Harry seemed to be driven by an invisible force and were catapulted into the distance.

Voldemort broke the defense on the spot, and not having a nose was an eternal pain for him. His face was as gloomy as water, and his huge magic power surged wildly towards his wand, and he shouted:

"You're looking for death!"

Hagrid realized that Voldemort had just been playing a game of cat and mouse with them. This snake alone could easily bury them all in the belly of a snake.

Hermione clenched her fists nervously, and in her horrified gaze, the black snake departed from the arrow, opened its bloody jaw, and pounced on Norin with great speed.

Norin's face gradually became solemn, his figure seemed a little illusory, and his movements became much lighter.

A white light poured out from the tip of the wand, like a sharp sword. Norlin held his wand in his hand, and as his body brushed shoulders with the snake's head, he thrust his backhand, and the white light rubbed against the snake's scales to create a spark.

The black snake screamed in pain, and the snake body circled deftly, trying to entangle Norlin and hang him.

"Watch the back!"

There was the cracking sound of Hermione screaming. Norlin jerked his back, and a green light shot at him.

The silent casting of the Requisition Spell can be so proficient, and it seems that Voldemort's strength has indeed returned to another level.

Norin's face showed no panic, and his wand drew a large arc in the air, a transparent magical barrier in front of him.

Immediately after, the tip of Nolin's wand spewed white light again, stabbing into the black snake's body.

"Shhhh

The black snake roared up to the sky, startling the birds in the forest. Norlin gripped his wand and slashed it into its body, cold snake blood splattering in the air.

The magical barrier shattered, and Norlin turned again, a blazing red light crashing into the Reaper Curse.

There was a buzz in the air, as if the requisite spell was about to be melted by this red light. The terrifying temperature even caused a fault in the air.

The green light was constantly suppressed by the red light, and it quickly recoiled towards Voldemort. Before Voldemort could feel sorry for the black snake, his face changed and he hurriedly jumped to the side.

Behind him, a large tree was struck by a red light, and the thick trunk pierced directly, emitting a scorching aura.

The two stood face to face again, and the black snake fell to the ground behind Nolin, trembling unconsciously and dying. It then turned into a cloud of black smoke and flew back to Voldemort's wand as if fleeing for his life.

"If you're only going to recover to this extent, don't even think about leaving tonight."

Norlin said with a smile.

Voldemort turned a deaf ear, his eyes filled with suspicion and greed, and he asked in a bitter voice:

"The power of the law, isn't it? The red light ......"

"Worthy of the Dark Lord. It's quite knowledgeable. ”

Norin raised an eyebrow, waved his wand nonchalantly, and said, "The laws of fire are just scratching the surface, but they should be enough to deal with you." ”

As he spoke, Norlin smiled at Voldemort.

Voldemort frowned, and in the next second, several faint red dots appeared around his body.

The red dots grew brighter and brighter, creating a ray of light that connected to each other in the shape of a cage that trapped Voldemort in it.

Voldemort gritted his teeth in anger. The young man doesn't talk about martial arts, and even plays sneak attacks.

"Let you taste the cage too."

Norin smiled slightly, pointed his wand at a distance, and shouted softly, "Burst! ”

The red dot swelled suddenly, as if something was brewing. Each node of the red cage glows brightly, each emitting a red light, and the target is none other than Voldemort in the center.