Voldemort felt tired, really tired.

Quirrell's body was almost meaningless, and now it seems that the plan to capture the last unicorn was stillborn. In the battle just now, he used a lot of strength, which made his already poor physical condition worse.

Of course, this feeling of exhaustion is mainly borne by Quirrell.

So when the sound of footsteps came from their ears, Voldemort took a deep breath.

"Is this your counterattack?"

Voldemort's face sneered, "I really didn't expect you to hope for a bunch of beasts."

"But it works great, doesn't it?"

A low, hoarse voice rang out, and the man with the snake-faced mask reappeared in front of Voldemort's eyes. Even if his face was obscured, it didn't delay Voldemort from feeling his mocking expression.

Damn, I can't see anything, why do I still feel like he's mocking me!

Then he must be taunting me!

Then Voldemort's eyes flashed with disgust.

But his expression was basically calm, with a disdainful smile on his face: "The effect is very good? Where did you come to such ridiculous conclusions? ”

As he spoke, with a wave of his wand, a red light struck in Luke's direction.

With a wave of his wand, Luke neutralized the "Kill You Weapon".

"So weak?" Luke looked at Voldemort in a pleasant tone, "Are you really weak, don't you even dare to expend your mental strength now?" ”

Even Voldemort can't be said to use the Require Charm indefinitely, not just because of the side effects of the Requisition Charm - seriously, it plunges the mind into darkness, and this side effect may be a buff on Voldemort's body - but also because the Requisition Charm really consumes emotional energy and magic itself.

Physically exhausted, mentally exhausted, such a state is not even good for normal small spells, let alone spells like the Death Curse.

"Avada suo!"

Luke shot a green glow from his hand, and Voldemort sent it flying from afar. In Luke's mind, the dark thoughts did not arise, he just consumed a lot of mental power and magic power.

"Who the hell are you?"

This was something Voldemort was curious about, who was this guy who could wander around Hogwarts, if he was a student...... It's too much, who will believe it?

But if it's a professor, Voldemort and Quirrell's crazy memories can't find a professor who can match the number.

Outsiders? This is nonsense, it is not a problem for outsiders to invade the school, and it is not a problem to lurk, just like Voldemort now, parasitizing with a special method, and then it can lurk silently.

will be exposed just because he needs to do things himself.

"Why do you ask such childish words?" Luke smiled lightly, "This kind of thing, if I could say it, I would have said it when we first met." ”

Of course, Luke would not confess his identity, at most a false identity. But there are too many things involved behind the fake identity, after all, this kind of thing is not something that ends with a simple lie. It's okay if you don't care about other people's inquiries, but if you want to prevent others from checking them, you need too many things.

Luke didn't want to be so troublesome, he would rather let someone else make up for this identity by himself.

Voldemort looked at the calm serpent face, he really wanted to lift the mask now to see what kind of hypocritical face was underneath.

"Don't think about it so much." Luke looked at Voldemort's ugly face, and although his tone was pleasant, the vigilance in his eyes never disappeared.

"The battle between us is about to officially begin."

Before he could finish speaking, he swung his wand in his hand, and a cloud of flame rushed in Voldemort's direction.

It stands to reason that the power of the Fire Spell is not very strong, and the power of the Silent Fire Spell is naturally a little worse.

But...... The flame in front of him will really make people wonder if it is the damage caused by the fire spell.

It's too much, it's really too much......

A fireball the size of a millstone.

Battles between wizards who can't use apparition will naturally be much less confrontational, and even a little ugly.

It's simply a confrontation between magical powers.

Like electric welding, it lacks beauty and the desire to be admired.

And if you bring skilled Transfiguration and the ability to use Phantom Shifting in a row in such a battle, it is a completely different concept.

Water gushed out from the tip of the staff, forming a barrier of condensation in front of him.

The barrier backhanded the fireball inside it and poured out in Luke's direction.

With a wave of his wand, the dirt on the ground rose upward, then pierced the white balloon and formed a hemisphere in front of Luke, shielding the bursting hot vapor.

However, since it was only half blocked, there was still water vapor coming from Luke's back, but Luke was wearing a cloak that was thick enough to not get hurt.

He did not let his guard down, on the contrary, with the battle with Voldemort, he realized more and more that the current Voldemort is definitely not just like in the movie, just by eating a big melon with one hand, sweeping the entire wizarding world.

He still has a lot of fighting wisdom.

In the white vapor, Quirrell, who had protected himself with another layer of blister, gasped for air.

"Well done! Quirrell, that's it! ”

Voldemort's voice of encouragement rang in his head.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill!"

Voldemort's tone was full of surprise, but he could still hear a hint of disdain. Such a little trick still can't get into his eyes after all.

Quirrell didn't have the heart to deal with this guy now, he admitted that his magic power had become stronger, and in the past, in the face of such a fire spell, he could only use clear water like a spring to stop it, and then quickly escaped.

But now, he's been able to fight back and even make the other side feel tricky. The way these spells were used was finally realized.

However, I felt that my lungs were like being roasted by hot charcoal, and there was a little itch and heart-wrenching pain. Seriously, if he had the chance, he would rather not have such power now.

His hand trembled a little, but he still held out his wand in the direction he remembered where Luke was.

"Thunderbolt Explosion!"

A white ball of light went deep into the mist not far away, and a moment later, there was a loud continuous explosion in that direction. But there was no such thing as the screams I had imagined.

Desperately trying to control his trembling hands, Quirrell lifted his spirits again, on guard.

Voldemort was no longer in his head at this point. If it really fell at Dumbledore's hands, in the battle for the Philosopher's Stone, maybe he could accept it. But...... If such a great plan were to be destroyed in the hands of such a hidden man, then he could not accept it at all!

So he didn't bother Quirrell at all now, but quietly waited for the opportunity, waited for the other party to reveal his flaws, and then took over Quirrell's body himself and delivered a fatal blow.

And now, he had to give the ball to Quirrell.

"Broken bones!"

A white light followed by a shout and struck at Quirrell's body.

As soon as Quirrell's wand moved, a light blue shield was placed on his body, and then it collapsed instantly, but the spell was canceled out.

Quirrell sensed the other person's position with his own spirit.

Fighting in such terrain is what he is best at, and in previous battles, he would also use the Dense Fog Spell to restrict the opponent's vision, and then find an opportunity to kill the opponent in such a dense fog.

However, it was really the first time that such a tactic was applied to such a level of combat.

This time, his opponent is a wizard, and a powerful wizard.

"Quirrell, you're still too naïve."

Evil laughter came from all sides of the fog, making it difficult to discern the direction for a moment.

"Whose eyes do you expect such fog to be blocked?"

Before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind surged up, clearing the fog almost instantly.

A look of shock flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

Are you kidding? Why is this happening? Obviously, in addition to the water vapor, there is also a dense fog spell set by himself, which is extremely skilled and usually invincible.

If the Mist Charm really could be cleared that easily, it wouldn't be one of Quirrell's killer features.

"That's it?"

The snake-faced mask reappeared in Quirrell's sight, and the cold expression and contemptuous provocation were really hard for Quirrell to accept.

And looking at the snake-faced mask, Voldemort suddenly said, "You're from the Gaunt family, right?"

This sudden questioning, others didn't say it first, and Quirrell himself was confused first.

Why is there such speculation? Is it because of the snake face mask? That's so relatable. Even if you really guess in this direction, then in the entire wizarding world, there are definitely a lot of families related to snakes. But what surprised Quirrell was ...... The snake-faced man on the other side didn't deny it......

When Luke heard this question, he was naturally stunned for a moment, seriously, he didn't remember any flaws in this area, right?

Why did you suddenly guess your identity?

Wrong. Luke quickly turned his mind, they didn't find out who he was, but only thought that the snake-faced man would be their subordinate, or even ......

"You're the true heir to House Gaunt, aren't you?"

Voldemort's face was almost clearly written with the words "rational analysis".

Seeing that the snake-faced man opposite him did not react, a smile gradually appeared on Voldemort's face. But it soon converged. It's just that there is still a trace of smile left at the corner of his mouth.

"Luke Gaunt, just a child, although he seems to have some strength, is he really able to stir up trouble in the entire wizarding world?"

"I absolutely do not believe that a member of the Gaunt family was born from a state of seclusion just to inherit some unknown inheritance, and to connect with those who do not know what to say."

"How can the people of the Gaunt family not make a big deal?"

Voldemort's face was not as proud and excited, but it was somewhat proud. Would a pure-blooded hybrid really hate his other half of his bloodline?

If he really hated it, shouldn't he have led the half-blood wizard and the mudblood wizard to directly oppose his mother and take the bird position?

He was so fond of the legends of the Gaunt family, those who were ruthless, arrogant, and ambitious.

I don't consciously want to be a real member of the Gaunt family. But Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle, was that sober again. Even if he kills everyone in the Gaunt family, he will not become a real member of the Gaunt family.

"If you want to achieve something great, I can help you!"

Voldemort spread his hands and smiled confidently.

"As long as we both join forces, the world can be easily controlled by us!"

"I can even promise to make Luke Gaunt the heir, he is the next generation, the Dark Lord!"

When Voldemort said this, there was no sense of demagogy or seduction in his tone, just honesty, as if every word he said was from the heart, his true desire.

Indeed, these are all from the heart, and they are all his true desires, but only for this moment.

What will he think in the next moment? Who knows......

Seriously, Luke was a little confused when he heard such a sincere invitation, and he could probably understand why someone would be willing to be Voldemort's dog.

It's not just that the marriage of close relatives has ruined their brains. But this person does have enough leadership charisma, coupled with great strength, such a person, it is not a strange thing for someone to follow.

But......

"Heh, are you thinking too much, Tom Riddle."

Luke remained sarcastic, as if he had never taken Voldemort seriously.

Quirrell was wondering what the name Tom Riddle meant, when he felt a cloud of his consciousness and a darkness in front of him.

This is ...... How to get back ......'

Voldemort grimaced, and after stunting Quirrell's consciousness, he moved his torn body. At this time, Quirrell's body was like a golden hall that had been hollowed out by termites. It looks almost perfect on the outside, but it really shatters when touched.

Normal power is slowly accumulated little by little, and a one-time shortcut like Quirrell's gaining power must come at a cost.

The price Quirrell paid was the source of his life.

"What the hell do you know?" Voldemort's voice was low, but there wasn't much hostility in it. Seriously, his name, after he became the strongest, became a taboo for many people. But that doesn't mean that no one knows the name.

Others don't mention it, Dumbledore, who brought him from the orphanage to Hogwarts, naturally knew this name.

Therefore, what he cares more about is that this snake-faced man knows something.

The snake-faced man, also known as Luke, smiled, raised his index finger and waved, "Don't be so excited, I'll tell you a piece of news first."

"Luke Gaunt, indeed this generation, the heir of the Gaunt family."

Looking at Voldemort's unresponsive face, Luke knew that this was actually an ugly expression.

"Ha, and, I have to tell you, Luke Gaunt, went to the Gaunt family's old mansion and took the remaining genealogy from the old mansion."

Then his tone became more pleasant.

"Do you know what he found?"

Voldemort's face was still calm: "What?"

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"Hahahaha......"

As if he would laugh at the thought of this, the snake-faced man couldn't help but laugh after all, at first just a chuckle, and then a big laugh, the kind of laughter that he wanted to pound the ground.

When Voldemort's face became more and more ugly, the snake-faced man finally spoke.

"Hehehe, ah~, he found that his generation in the Gaunt family is the same generation as Marvolo Gaunt!"

The snake-faced man looked at Voldemort as he was stunned at first, then black as the bottom of a pot, and finally even a little purple.

"So, what should you call Luke Gaunt?"

"Avada suo!"

He was responded to with just an angry roar.

"Hahahaha, there's one more grandfather, I'm very happy!"

Luke dodged the curse as he sneered at the prawns.

Then he waved his wand and sent the same green beam forward.

The wind blows, the forest moves, and the killing intent surges.

Approximate madness.

Voldemort literally gave up almost all of his defenses. single-mindedly, with an almost crazy offensive, suppressed Luke.

Luke fended off the opponent's attacks with ease. But in reality, time is always being calculated.

He didn't know how long Quirrell's body would last, but judging by Voldemort's thirst for unicorns, he was afraid that their situation was not good.

Otherwise, how could Voldemort, with such a retributive character, give up a chance to kill Luke?

Obviously, he knew it was bait, and after all, Dumbledore and the others still overestimated the value of Luke or Harry in Voldemort's heart.

Or, they still underestimated Voldemort's intelligence too much.

Luke always felt that Dumbledore was arrogant, and he seemed to treat Voldemort as if he were the child he had seen.

The light hedged, and from time to time steel spears and long swords appeared on the ground and stabbed at Voldemort.

In such a battle, gradually, Luke completed the offensive and defensive changes.

However, just as Voldemort was gradually getting into a disadvantage, the snake-faced man suddenly stopped.

He looked into the distance, then smiled at Voldemort and said, "Tom, I didn't expect you to run away early today. I don't think I have that much time to play with you though. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and then silently his figure turned into nothingness and disappeared in place.

At this time, here and there, only the somewhat sluggish Voldemort remained, feeling the tricks of fate and the malice of the world.