Sensing Quirrell's undisguised resentment, Voldemort's desire to resurrect intensified.

It was because of his lack of strength that even such a lowly wretched creature dared to show disrespect to the great Dark Lord, and he was now eager to make this dog-like thing suffer at once.

But now he couldn't do that, and wanted to make sure he was in the best shape and couldn't use magic until he had finished the ritual, so he had to resist the urge to teach the fool in front of him a hard lesson, and drew a large pie for Quirrell in order to trick him into drinking it himself.

Seeing the glass tube, Aini's hands clenched into a ball, even if he used his life to dry up and delay Quirrell's life, but without the unicorn blood to replenish energy, Tom would have difficulty ensuring that his strength was exerted.

He had always wondered why the Dark Lord had suddenly given up on his coveting of the Unicorn herd in the Forbidden Forest, and now the answer was revealed.

The glass tube that Bock traded to him contained the blood of a unicorn.

In Aini's induction, after the Stretch Charm is applied, there is at least half of the health of an adult unicorn there.

This means that somewhere else, another innocent creature has died innocently, just for 800 Galleons.

It is undeniable that 800 Galleons is not a small amount in the wizarding world, but it is not sky-high either, less than one-fifth of the price of a fire bolt.

But just like that, a life that Ani loved withered away, anger filled his chest, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Karaktakus Bock, Kill!

As for Quirrell, Aini gave him a contemptuous look, a poor creature who was about to die, and he had no chance of killing him.

Tempted by the only way out, Quirrell gave in, picked up the glass tube, and slowly pressed it towards his lips.

Hidden behind the illusion, Aini silently watched as another powerful curse entangled towards the Two-Face, with no intention of interrupting.

This was also part of Dumbledore's plan, even if Tom was able to use special means to transfer most of the curse to Quirrell.

But as long as this top-level curse entangles him in the slightest, all the associated souls will be polluted, leading him step by step towards a complete end.

No wonder Dumbledore was able to die in style in the original books, it turns out that Voldemort's defeat was already doomed at the beginning of the story, the difference is nothing more than how long he can struggle and how much damage he can cause.

And how important can this be for an elderly person who has become disheartened and just wants to explore death and reunite with his deceased family as soon as possible?

After drinking the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's momentum grew stronger, and Voldemort stretched out on the back of his head, intoxicated by the sense of power.

But what followed was an extreme coldness that seemed to condense all the malice in the world.

An even more powerful curse force invaded the body full of traces of life, like water soaked in dry sand, and the two quickly fused together, and an even more terrifying aura emanated from Quirrell.

Voldemort also broke out of the back of Quirrell's head little by little, stretched out his thin and deformed arm and grabbed the wand in his hand, and the wand flew into Tom's strange hand with a "whoosh".

Quirrell was in the chaos of life and death, unaware of it.

The connection between them grew smaller and smaller, and Voldemort struggled to attract the life energy within Quirrell.

Despite Quirrell's filter, some of the curse's power had taken root in the deformed body with the life energy.

From Voldemort's invisible vision, gray chains passed through his soul, leaving an ominous mark on it.

After a few breaths, when Voldemort felt that the curse in his body had reached the upper limit of what he could suppress, he decisively stopped absorbing life energy.

With a flick of his wand-gripping arm, a faint shadow of the scythe flashed, severing the last link between him and Quirrell.

"Repent in despair, foolish servant." After waving his wand to stop the bleeding, Voldemort turned into black smoke and crashed through the final portal, flying into it without hesitation, without looking at Quirrell again.

It is no pity to abandon it.

After severing contact with Voldemort, Quirrell also lost all his strength, and fell diagonally towards the back, rolling twice before steaming with obscure flames all over his body, and the strange color of Ani's mouth was dry.

He couldn't say what color it was, he had never seen such a flame, and no description of it matched it.

But at this time, Ani didn't have the slightest desire to explore, he just wanted to stay away from Quirrell's wreckage, and he didn't want to be contaminated with the slightest bit of that kind of fire.

Just as Ani was about to leave the room first, the flames vanished.

Yes, it's gone, not extinguished.

Just as it burned most vigorously, it disappeared as if it appeared without warning.

Only a shallow layer of ash remained, and a corner of clothing furthest away.

In fact, when Harry and the others arrived, Aini hadn't recovered yet.

It wasn't until I saw the little witch running over that I felt healed with a pure smile on my face that there was no distraction.

"Didn't Harry meet that man? It's just wonderful. When Eni said that Harry was safe, the little witch believed him without any suspicion.

"He'd met Voldemort, but ......" Ani's expression became more and more strange, and he didn't know what to say about what was happening to Harry.

The final room contains the imprint he left behind, allowing Ani to "see" everything that happens inside.

Having received supplies from Quillona, Mr. Riddle seems to be in good shape, with all kinds of magic at his fingertips, and Harry is not the slightest threat to him.

But here's the problem, he can't hurt the child either.

Not to mention touching the boy, without Quirrell present, even the spell cast by Voldemort either failed or bounced back after touching Harry.

For a while, Voldemort tried to use all kinds of magic to subdue Harry, but until now it has been in vain.

Not long ago, Harry had subconsciously attacked Voldemort when he first met him.

I'm afraid that anyone who enters a strange room and sees such a large maggot that looks like it has hands and feet will throw everything that can be picked up at hand.

Fortunately, the little wizard only lost a few spells, and did not even smash his wand in the panic.

But it didn't make a difference, Voldemort easily defused Harry's attack, and then launched a ferocious counterattack.

At that time, his idea was that he would do it anyway, so let's not talk nonsense and subdue this kid.

So now that Mr. Riddle regretted it, he might as well use his prestige to see if he could bluff the boy with his mouth.

At first, Harry was terrified that the magic he could use would not cause any trouble for the adversary, and the fear of death gripped him for a moment.

But as he was hit by Voldemort's magic one after another, the boy found that the other party's magic was powerless, and gradually began to grow bolder.

Since you're so weak, don't blame me for being hard.