When Ani heard Hermione ask about her friend's condition, she saw such a picture.

Harry was running wildly behind him, like so-and-so on the reins, and his saliva was about to run out.

The trumpet Voldemort fled in black smoke, initially throwing a few spells behind him in the hope of slowing Harry's pursuit.

However, all the spells that hit Harry were bounced back, which caused him more trouble as a spellcaster, so he decided to give up and continue to attack the boy behind him with the spell.

Tom fled in panic, his small body looking desolate, miserable, and helpless.

Thinking of Quirrell, who had just been ruthlessly abandoned, the down-and-out Dark Lord suddenly regretted that even if Quirrell couldn't touch Harry directly because of the merger, at least he could bind the boy with magic.

There is no real resurrection, and the magic power in Voldemort's body is extremely limited now, and unlike normal wizards, casting spells in this half-dead state consumes original mana.

With a little less, there is no way to recover naturally.

Even if you change Tom when he just graduated, the current cast strength is more than enough to last for one day.

But after being chased by Harry for a while, Voldemort was already on the verge of running out of oil.

This temporary body is not long-lasting, and it is also to be discarded after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone in the imagination.

If you can't get the Philosopher's Stone, you won't be able to sustain it for a long time.

Regardless of the issue of face, even if he was killed by Harry, it would not cause damage to his soul.

With Lily's shadow under his wing, Voldemort had nothing to do with Harry, and perhaps the smartest thing to do was to uncling to the body and wait for another time.

But if he did so, he would completely miss out on the Philosopher's Stone, which was the tacit understanding between Dumbledore and him, and the rule set by the old headmaster—

You'll have to fight for every bait I throw out, because you only get one chance.

To this day, Dumbledore is still the angler who is high up and throws bait.

And he is like a fool fathead fish desperately chasing bait, just wanting to take a bite.

Although the bait is really fragrant, Voldemort is still willing to break into it, knowing that it is a trap.

But this kind of humiliation at the mercy of others burned his sickly arrogant heart all the time.

For the Philosopher's Stone, he had to come to Dumbledore like a clown and perform all kinds of performances.

Humiliated by Dumbledore, humiliated by professors at school, humiliated by his own students, humiliated by a cat, humiliated by a cat, humiliated by a cat......

Damn, thinking of that hateful cat, the shame ripples over and can't stop at all!

Ainias Scamander! And that damn stinky cat!

Someday with a knife in hand......

Ahh

He had paid such a great price to come to the Philosopher's Stone.

It was there, and in that mirror, Tom could clearly feel that there was a powerful source of magic emitting mesmerizing fluctuations.

How did he return empty-handed!

Seeing Harry rushing like a bull, Voldemort was eager to put on a red dress and throw him into a cattle farm in Spain.

All the directional spells didn't work against the old enemy, maybe cultivating a fierce fire could burn the boy here, but now he didn't have the ability to control the fire, and then even the Philosopher's Stone would be destroyed.

This is something Voldemort can't accept no matter what, anything related to immortality is extremely important to him, after all, as long as the Philosopher's Stone is still there, there is still a chance, and if the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed, God knows if Elimay can still do it at the age of more than 600 years.

Even if he couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone this time, Voldemort would never be willing to destroy it.

Then there was only one way left, to control the physical items in the house to restrain Harry and force him to remove the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Eris.

But since even his current chaotic mind could think of this, Aini naturally wouldn't be unprepared.

In fact, after Voldemort entered the room, Ani secretly induced an enchantment to solidify the entire room.

At that time, Voldemort sensed it carefully, and after confirming that Dumbledore was really not at Hogwarts, only when the enchantment activation was a preset program, it would probably activate itself after someone stepped into the room.

This situation is very common in the wizarding world, and he has encountered it in previous levels.

For example, the Wizard Chess, which is activated only when it senses the interloper, and the room that ignites the flame after entering.

Therefore, Tom didn't care too much, or in his heart, without Dumbledore in charge, he didn't need to care about other people or things at Hogwarts, just move forward, and all obstacles would be broken by him one by one.

But in the end, Harry was "reluctant" to him.

It's a bit of a slap in the face.

Voldemort's spell isn't powerful enough to break through the barrier right now, but if he's willing to drain some of his soul's power, it's not hard to do so.

However, once he does this, without the protection of a serious body, his soul will be greatly damaged, and the key is that even if he pays a great price, he may not be able to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

Looking at Harry's reckless appearance, Lao Fu thought that after going all out, the chance of getting the Philosopher's Stone was only half.

As long as the inherent barrier in the room is broken, it is of course no problem to subdue a little boy, but he really doesn't know whether he can force Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

In case this kid doesn't eat oil and salt, the soul that he has been accumulating in Albania for ten years will be consumed in vain, and it can definitely be called a blood loss.

But Lao Fu then thought that he still had several Horcruxes, and the one he made at the beginning of the calculation was almost fully charged, and the old devil made a decision in his heart.

Flying to the farthest corner from Harry, Voldemort controlled the magic power and kept circling around the soul, circle after circle, and in his autonomous pressing, a trace of mist wafted out of the soul, constantly increasing the surrounding magic.

Contrary to the sense of power that filled his body, Voldemort's state looked worse when his breath became stronger.

A little cold sweat crawled all over the body, and in just a few seconds, it soaked through the purple scarf wrapped around the body, and the two small thin legs in the weakness could no longer support the weight of the body, and sat down on the ground with a "snap".

A sharp pain came from the wound on his lower body as he made close contact with the ground, but the Dark Lord did not react.

The physical pain was insignificant compared to the unspeakable pain that had never ceased to torment him since the beginning of the crushing of his soul.

I have to say, this guy can really endure it, and now the feeling in his head is like there are twenty different tools stirring in unison.

Aini thinks that if the roles are reversed, he will faint eighty percent.

The remaining twenty percent are like the Longbottoms, whose souls are so torn apart that they can't maintain even the most basic sense of self.