"Nope! Master! Don't—" With Quirrell's scream, Harry felt the scar on his head burn like a fire.

There are some murmuring sentences in my head inexplicably, like a dream, and like a shallow singing. Although the content is not real, it does give people a feeling of depression and treachery.

Harry clutched his forehead, a look of pain on his face.

"Luke Gaunt, I knew that you weren't as simple as you usually seem." Quirrell, who was standing above, had already changed his tone.

Even if it's just a stranger, he can easily tell now that the person in front of him is completely different from the person before.

Under the same skin, a new soul has been replaced. Quirrell's appearance did not change, but the expression on his face at this time gave people a strange impression, and when people looked at his expression, they would feel inexplicable fear in addition to a sense of oppression.

The reason for all this is because it is not the unsuccessful and unfamous Quirrell who is standing now.

It's the second Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. Harry shuddered, as if he was frightened.

But Luke didn't, rather, he looked a little more excited at this point.

"Why don't you face me with your true face? Don't dare? Or are you ashamed of yourself? Or do you think that the current face is very embarrassing? Luke relentlessly turned at Voldemort with a fierce output.

Voldemort's face was not good-looking at this time, and his eyes, which originally looked a little inexplicable, now became as cold as ice.

"Heh......" sneered, but Voldemort slowly took off his turban, revealing his head.

Harry's mouth opened unconsciously and his eyes widened involuntarily, and he felt a feeling of disgust involuntarily welling up at the strange face that grew on the back of Quirrell's head in front of him.

And Luke looked at the face that looked like a mess of rotten flesh, and couldn't help but touch his chin and sigh in surprise.

"Tom, you're still shameless enough, it's a bit too shameful to live in such a filthy state."

"Those so-called dignity and face are naturally very important," Voldemort said with his mouth at the back of his head.

"But compared to what I have not accomplished, I would rather lie down in the sewers, survive in dark and rancid places, and then look for an opportunity to return to the sun and kill all those who disobey me." Voldemort spoke calmly as if he had not been affected at all.

Luke didn't even hear any sense of hatred in his tone. But the black color that symbolizes this hatred has rendered all his emotions dusty.

There is no variety.

"Luke, join me and be my right-hand man, a glorious Gaunt who will add to my grand plans, and you will share the glory with me. You talk about becoming the next generation of Dark Lords! Voldemort tried to reach out to Luke, but his hand couldn't be retracted, so he could only look at Luke with a very sincere look.

"And you, Harry Potter. Unconsciously, you, or rather, your mother, have caused me a lot of trouble. But it doesn't matter, I've learned a lot during this quiet time, so now these things can be forgiven. As long as you are willing to join me. The Potter family, which is now withered, will also usher in a revival. ”

"Don't you yearn for it? As Luke did at the banquet that day, he became the benchmark of the nobility and the glory of the purebloods. There was a demagogic hint in his words, but Harry refused without even thinking about it.

"I'll do it myself if I wanted to, but it's definitely not going to depend on you, Voldemort, a murderer!" Harry's eyes were filled with anger.

Of course, he knew that the guy in front of him had a considerable grudge against him, and his parents died at his hands.

If he had been alone, he would have already pulled out his wand and fought. But that's not the case.

He also had someone to rely on, Luke. He knew that Luke would not succumb to evil.

So he looked at Luke, and sure enough, saw a playful smile on Luke's face. Of course, Voldemort also saw Luke's smile, which was neither kind nor evil, but it felt as if he had seen a stupid monkey hiding his peach pit from other monkeys.

Just laughing because it's funny.

"Tom, do you want to see what you look like now?" Luke smiled and said, "If you were physically complete and powerful, I might still consider making a mistake with you, but now, I honestly, I don't see anything about you worthy of my jealousy." ”

"The insect that dances with its tentacles in the gutter, and wants to let the people walking on the ground lie down in the gutter with it? What do you think? The smile on Luke's face was very flat, and such a flat, for Voldemort, such an expression was full of Luke's disdain and contempt for his current situation.

"Heh......" Voldemort sneered again, and then directly pulled out his wand and aimed it at Luke.

"Adawa Kendava." Luke unceremoniously waved his wand, and the ground had a similar stone wall bulge as before, and Luke was ready to use this to block the spell.

But when the green beam collided with the stone wall, Luke's eyes jumped, and he quickly dodged sideways.

The next moment, the green beam exploded into the stone wall, and then bombarded the ground, shattering the stone bricks on the ground.

Harry swallowed. He had just seen Professor Quirrell and Luke both use this spell, and from the time of day, Luke's spell was even more powerful than Professor Quirrell's.

But compared to this requisitioning spell, the battle between the two people just now was like a joke between children.

If children really know how to play with the Curse......

"Tsk, that's amazing." Luke stood up and looked at Voldemort who was proudly staring at him with Quirrell's face and eyes, and said with emotion.

"This is what you are ashamed to rely on in front of me?" The corners of Quirrell's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile, the same as Luke's smile just now,

"Even this move has to be dodged?" If you even have to dodge this move, why do you laugh at me for being a loser in the gutter?

Soon, you will die at the hands of this loser. In the sarcastic smile, there is no word with such a meaning.

"That's a mistake, I just said that you failed, but I didn't say it from the identity of an opponent." Luke patted the dust off his body and said,

"I'm saying you're useless, grandson~"

"Avada Kendawa!" The dark green beam, which was three points thicker than before, let out a roar eager to devour life, and rushed towards Luke.

"Harry! Stone! Before Voldemort could make a move, Luke reached out and shouted at Harry.

Harry made the most of his most crucial elements as a Seeker and reacted quickly. So, a red gem drew a graceful parabola in the air, like a golden halo, and landed in Luke's hand.

When Voldemort was about to snatch it, Luke had already taken the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and at that moment, activated the Philosopher's Stone.

The magic on Luke's body instantly surged wildly, and at that moment, Voldemort even felt that he saw Dumbledore who fought against him back then.

With a wave of his wand in Luke's hand, a stone wall rose on the ground again, but in the next moment, the stone wall turned into brilliant gold.

The shrewdly shaped golden wall with two snakes coiled, although it was crumbling when it collided with the spell, still blocked the spell.

Harry felt like he was here for the shock today. Everything today has given him a subversive understanding of the existing understanding of the wizarding world.

It turns out that the methods of wizards are not just magic spells at all. It turns out that wizards are really much more amazing than what they have already seen and imagined.

"Philosopher's Stone ......" Voldemort looked at Luke, who was holding the Philosopher's Stone and his momentum was swelling to the strength that he shouldn't be, and his expression was quite complicated.

"The gold conjured from the Philosopher's Stone is not exactly normal gold, compared to normal gold, it is contaminated with magic power, and when the transformation is completed at the beginning, it has a certain ability to resist magic and suppress demons. So if you can make use of the Magic Stone, there are many places where you can use it. Luke had a confident smile on his face.

Then the wand waved, and a number of gold-condensed snakes poured out of the ground, and they opened their mouths at Voldemort in protest, and then struck in his direction.

Voldemort's face was rather ugly, and he kept waving his wand and using some spells Harry had never seen before, and smashed the snakes into the air.

It can be seen that the power of his spell did not allow him to achieve his original purpose, so his face is quite ugly.

The smile on Luke's face grew stronger as he looked at Voldemort, who could still parry and even give himself an offensive spell from time to time.

With a wave of his wand, a unicorn made of gold rose from the ground, gouged the ground with its front hooves, and then slammed into Voldemort's direction with the sharp horn on its head.

"You ......" Voldemort dodged to the side, dodging the unicorn's impact, but was bitten on the calf by the golden snake beneath him.

A pained look appeared on his face, and then he reluctantly smashed the golden snake that had bitten him.

But the head of the snake was still tightly bitten in the flesh, so he could only disperse the group of snakes around him, seize the opportunity, break the head of the snake, and throw it on the ground.

The blood gushed out quickly stained the cuffs red. Voldemort was quite unfamiliar with this feeling. He hadn't experienced what it was like to bleed in a long time.

For the first 11 years, he was a remnant soul and could not shed blood. And earlier, he was fond of the curse of life, and he killed people without seeing blood, which was the most fatal.

Naturally, it is even more unlikely that someone will let him bleed.

"Surprise, Tom? I've been preparing for this day for a long time. As he spoke, Luke waved his wand again, and the golden snakes that had been cleaned up were almost the same as before, and there were even more of them than before.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Voldemort didn't fight back immediately, but looked at Luke suspiciously,

"I can't imagine why a noble pure-blood like you would go against me......"

"The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other." Luke spoke, his wand pointing at the ground. Seriously, he wished Voldemort could talk to him a little longer.

"Why? Shouldn't you be with me alone? Following the tradition of the Gaunt family, together we enslaved the lowly mudbloods and mestizos. Voldemort looked puzzled, and at the same time, the wand in his hand flickered.

"Why enslave them? Is there still a civil war between wizards? Wait until the Muggles find us and wipe us all out? We need to change, but definitely not the kind of change you call it. Lu Keyi sternly reprimanded: "The change in your mouth is just the world you want to think about, it is your own desire!" You, just to satisfy your own desires. ”

"And what's the difference between you and me! Is the change in your mouth really much more righteous than mine? Voldemort said disdainfully,

"You're sacrificing the interests of the people you're planning to create the world you want."

"You too, the most selfish of all!" Harry felt like he was in a daze right now. Inexplicably, the two of them turned from a battle to a verbal exchange, and for this reason, he even felt that what the two of them said made sense.

That world, he may like, but is it really a world that everyone likes? Harry, who was in a state of confusion, heard Luke's voice in the next moment.

"No, it's different," Luke's eyes were unusually determined,

"For the sake of glory, so, do the right thing."

"I firmly believe that my path is the right one!" Harry seemed to see the light piercing the fog, and Voldemort continued to sneer.

Does he think he's on the right path......

"So, Tom, don't think about any possibility of reconciliation between us. I said it...... The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. ”

"Truth be told, you're one of those people I'm going to sacrifice in my plan......"

"The contradictions between us are irreconcilable." A smile appeared on Luke's face as he finished speaking. Voldemort also had a smile on his face.

"Dragon's Fury!"

"Shadow of Death!" A golden dragon with a red glow rushed up from the ground at Luke's feet, let out an angry roar of gold and iron, and then rushed in Voldemort's direction.

On Voldemort's side, a pale serpentine phantom also let out a silent but shocking roar, and then collided with the fire dragon.

The huge Magical Snake and the Golden Fire Dragon froze for a moment, and then cracks appeared on their bodies, and the pale snake shadow's body was also full of cracks.

Luke's expression was solemn, and the wand in his hand kept pumping out this magic power against the golden fire dragon, maintaining its form.

On the other side, Voldemort was the same, attacking the other party with all his might. But the stalemate did not last long.

How could Voldemort, who was himself a half-crippled body, compare to Luke, who was holding the Philosopher's Stone?

Defeat, it's inevitable. The golden dragon let out an angry roar and rushed in Voldemort's direction.

Voldemort's eyes showed a look of annoyance, but he could only do nothing but watch as he was knocked out by the golden fire dragon.

Luke stood on top of a piece of gold, his breath a little heavy, but still intact.

"You, lost."