Even if Nolin was bounced away dozens of meters away, Hermione and Ron could feel the terrifying heat that seemed to be close at hand.

Hermione asked stunned, "He...... Is it really only a year older than us? ”

Looking at other people's spells, and then seeing that she only had a floating charm fluorescent charm, Hermione suddenly felt the urge to cover her face.

"I've seen Norlin shoot before, but I didn't think he'd be so strong......"

Ron swallowed, and said in a somewhat obscure voice, "That's the Dark Lord......"

He had been complacent about defeating the trolls, but now he didn't even have the slightest pride.

Voldemort at this time can be said to be miserable. The temperature of the blazing red light made him tremble a little, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly:

"Dark Withdraw!"

At the moment when dozens of red lights were about to hit him, his figure suddenly turned into a cloud of black smoke, and he struggled through the red cage and gradually condensed in a nearby clearing.

Norin raised his eyebrows, I have done this question, and his energy is highly concentrated at the moment, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Soul Blast!"

The black smoke swayed as if it could be blown away at any moment, and when it vanished, Voldemort was half-kneeling on the ground with his head clutched, his face full of anger and bewilderment.

"Damn, it's only been a few days, how can this little ghost's strength improve a little more?"

There were many burnt holes in his cloak, and there were many scars on his body. When Voldemort looked up, he saw Norlin smiling and pointing his wand at him, and whispered:

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

The light of the Imprisonment Spell gradually amplified in Voldemort's pupils.

Norin didn't think about killing Voldemort in this state, it was useless to kill him anyway, it was better to capture him alive and hand it over to Dumbledore.

Voldemort had an ugly smile on his face and said oddly:

"Just because you want to catch me?"

Norin narrowed his eyes, Voldemort's body seemed to turn into a whirlpool at this moment, and countless magical powers were surging towards him.

Quirrell's body suddenly writhed unconsciously, as if desperately trying to resist Voldemort's next move. Voldemort's face turned grim as he fought with him for control of his body, and roared in a low voice:

"Idiot! I'll definitely help you recover when you get out, and you'll die if you stay here!" ”

Quirrell's tremor slowly lightened, as if he had resigned himself to his fate. Voldemort grinned at Norin, and the Curse of Imprisonment eerily vanished as it flew in front of him, seemingly merging into another dimension.

"Dark Realm!"

His wand was held high, and a ripple seemed to spread from the tip of his wand, and darkness enveloped it wherever the ripple passed.

Norin's expression was serious, watching the darkness envelop him, but he couldn't think of any good countermeasures for a while.

Not only him, but the four Hagrid on one side were all covered in darkness and let out an exclamation.

There is not the slightest light in the realm, there is no finger in the hand, and every sound is infinitely amplified.

"Come on, this is the highest level of spell I can use in the Chapter of Chaos in my current state, come on."

In his ears, Voldemort's somewhat frantic voice rang out.

Norlin was unmoved, watching carefully. He soon discovered that within this dark realm, the magic power in his body was draining rapidly at an abnormal rate, as if he was being continuously sucked into the darkness.

Not only that, but his body was also under increasing pressure from all directions, as if there was a fierce beast hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to move, and it could give him a fatal blow at any time.

You can't sit still.

Rao had the help of firelight, but the visibility was still very low, and Norlin could only barely see the environment around the fire dragon. He manipulated the dragon and danced aimlessly in the darkness, searching Voldemort's hiding place step by step.

Suddenly, he was startled by a warning sign on his back, and in his haste he only had time to roll on the spot, when a flickering sword flew over his head and disappeared into darkness again.

There was still a fiery aura on the sword, and Norlin felt that the air around him was a little scorched.

Norin's eyes were fierce, the magic power in his body poured wildly, and the volume of the fire dragon continued to expand, and soon became dozens of meters long, opening his teeth and claws in mid-air, spitting flames from his mouth and nose.

With the help of the fire dragon, the four Hagrid finally regained some vision. They gasped in surprise at the unspeakably large fire dragon, and beneath the fire dragon in the air was Norlin, whose cheeks were red from the firelight.

A few more swords struck Norin from all directions. Norin simply stood in the coiled body of the fire dragon, and the sword gradually vaporized when it met the flames.

Before Norin could breathe a sigh of relief, many dense black tentacles stretched out insidiously in the darkness, attacking aimlessly, all of them hitting the fire dragon and being scorched.

The fire dragon was huge, and it couldn't withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of so many tentacles, and soon there was a gap in the defense, and several tentacles took advantage of it.

Norin couldn't dodge, a barb on a tentacle cut his cheek, and red blood gushed out.

"Found you."

The direction of the sword mang's hair converged in Nolin's heart, and his gaze was on a certain big tree, ignoring the wound on his face, and said indifferently. In the next second, the fire dragon opened its mouth and spat out a thick dragon breath, like a pillar of light.

The tree quickly burned to ashes, and a figure jumped down from the tree and ran wildly.

"Barrier-Breaker!"

With a flick of Nolin's wand in the void, there seemed to be a sound of glass breaking in the air, and the dark realm shattered silently, and the bright moonlight fell on the land again.

The fire dragon gradually dissipated in the air, and Norlin stood in place, staring in one direction. In the distance, a figure in a shabby cloak was shuttling through the forest, his body shaking, but his speed was extremely fast.

"You can really run."

Norin showed a hint of helplessness on his face, shook his head and muttered to himself. Not to mention anything else in this dark realm, there is really a hand in consuming mana, and the mana in his body is about to be exhausted, and he is powerless if he wants to chase it.

Norlin swiped his wand across his face, and the wound stopped bleeding instantly. He thought that he would go back and get the best herbs from Professor Sprout, and if he had a scar, he would lose a lot of money tonight.

He walked up to the four Hagrids, who were speechless in shock, and said:

"It's okay."

After Voldemort left, the intense pain from the scar on Harry's forehead slowly disappeared, and he gradually recovered from the painful delirium. After seeing Norin, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"Hey, Nolin, why are you here?"

Hagrid and Hermione Ron looked at him speechlessly.