Syllable!

Rove, who was soaked in the water of the lake, once again followed the phantom of the ball and left with the phantom of the ball.

The young man had to leave, there were too many mermaids swarming, he really didn't peek at the patriarch's wife taking a bath, the mermaid with a sharp beak monkey cheek and a thunder face, but he just shouted "sister-in-law" in that place.

Rove looked up, and this time he was in a familiar place.

Especially when I see the Slytherin statue built in the reign of Duncan I of the Kingdom of Scotland and has a copper bottom granite, the sense of familiarity is even more vivid.

Gan ...... Rove finds himself back in the secret room, you are a ball bird, can you "randomly" phantom shift more reliable?

Voldemort was still directing Quirrell to search for the cauldron containing the elixir, and when he lifted the back of his head, he noticed that the boy was back.

Provocation, serious provocation!

He Voldemort had not yet been subjected to such contempt and insult...... What? Beaten up some time ago?

It was Quirrell's back of the head, what does it have to do with him Voldemort.

Rove didn't leave immediately, he was afraid that he would move to the bottom of the Black Lagoon again and run into those mermaids, and Voldemort didn't seem to have the intention of making a move, he suddenly said in a loud voice:

"Scamander, I...... Dark Lord, I want to talk to you face-to-face......"

Hiding behind a rock pillar to prevent a sneak attack, Rove asked in a loud voice, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

Quirrell turned, revealing a face on the back of his head, a face that was incredibly white, with red eyes that glowed, and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Voldemort whispered, "It's the first time we've met, I've actually met your grandfather...... Newt Scamander. ”

Voldemort seemed to be reminiscing, and he hoarsely laughed:

"I was very young at the time, and he came to Hogwarts to teach a few lessons on the protection of magical beasts, and I was already drawn to him and admired his vast knowledge of the field of magical beasts."

Rove is a little tired, you have something to say, what does it matter...... Should Voldemort also say something like Malfoy:

Scamander, we're actually relatives, aren't we?

Or in other words, I'm actually a Newt fan?

Fortunately, the Dark Lord was still in a tone, and he changed his words and said:

"I've always admired the Scamanders, you're a pure-blood wizard, aren't you, kid? You are of noble birth and talented, so why don't you work for me? I need ...... like you Underling. ”

Voldemort wanted to say servant, but when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed to a more euphemistic title.

The entire Philosopher's Stone is Dumbledoreb's bureau, and the Headmaster should have never left Hogwarts from start to finish.

Rolling was about to wait for Dumbledore to clean up the mess, and he deliberately stalled for time, saying:

"The way you are now, you can only hide in the back of Quirrell's head, are you sure you can recruit me?"

"Then you should follow me." Voldemort laughed.

"Death comes, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year...... But death will never leave you, and I am the great Dark Lord...... Even if he was under the curse, he didn't die.

I have proven my immortality,

I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to eternal life! ”

Voldemort hissed in a hoarse voice and bewitched:

"You may have heard of my notoriety at Dumbledore, but it's all slander!

Shameless slander!! ”

"Son, I am not a vicious wizard, but a merciful ......," Voldemort's voice became extremely gentle, and he took out the housekeeping skills of his youth to deal with those witches, and he persuaded with great patience:

"I am willing to share the secret of death with my men...... Scamander, if you join the Death Eaters now, I will grant great power and enjoy endless glory and riches. ”

"Son, give me back the potion, I know it's with you! When I am resurrected, I will prostrate myself at my feet...... Listen to my teachings...... I teach you how to live forever...... Come on!! ”

Through the dim light, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled, and he held out his hand, as if waiting for a poor lamb who had lost his way.

"So you got the Philosopher's Stone?" Rove frowned.

"It's easy."

Voldemort pulled the dull stone from his pocket, and he smiled, "The Dark Lord can do anything...... As long as he wants.

Dumbledore couldn't stop it! ”

"But I really don't have the potion you wanted." Rove spread his hands and said, "If you are willing to lend me the Philosopher's Stone, I can help you find a potion." ”

"Good." Voldemort's voice contained anger: "If that's your choice, Scamander, then all I can say is a pity......"

"Kill him!" He suddenly screamed.

Quirrell turned and raised his wand, but there was a shrill birdsong in the air earlier, a hissing sound that seemed to whine and whimper, making Quirrell sick and terrified.

He quickly waved his wand and cast an earplug listening spell on himself, only the buzzing sound in his ears blocked out the cry of the evil woman.

After a brief pause, Quirrell had lost the lead, and several black vines wrapped around his ankles at some point, slamming him in the air.

The black vines clinged to Quirrell's body like a snake, and he was strangled by the shrinking vines, unable to speak, unable to perform magic at all.

The devil's net whipped him like a long whip, and a string of whips like spring thunder rang out in the secret room, and another boulder entwined with vines slammed into his head.

Quirrell, whose head had been hit hard, was like a kite with a broken string, and he fell heavily on the stone floor, the corners of his mouth oozing blood, and his face was like gold paper.

Quirrell pressed his elbow against the ground, his head aching, but the vines clinging to him, and he could only do his best to make his body fall backwards.

The tide of attacks overwhelmed Quirrell, and Voldemort said angrily:

"It's a piece of waste, I'll take control of your body."

Quirrell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become extremely aggressive.

Voldemort cast a spell directly without a wand, and the blood on his body turned into a black blood mist, and the moment the entangled vines touched the blood mist, they immediately burned up, and green smoke rose up.

Voldemort waved his arm, and a fiery python appeared in the air, spinning around him and burning the vine away.

The Devil's Web is afraid of fire, which is one of its Achilles' heels when facing wizards.

Without the surprise attack of the vines, Voldemort stood up, he raised his wand, his face turned hideous, and a silver-white light shot out, like a knife cutting tofu, and slammed into the distance.

The brilliant white light exploded, illuminating the entire chamber as bright as day, and the air waves scattered wildly, and Rove had to retreat backwards to avoid the impact of the explosion.

Fortunately, in the room, there are countless rock pillars that can be used as cover, and Rove is extremely flexible in moving around.

He was like a slippery loach, and although he could not organize an effective attack and could only be beaten passively, the Dark Lord's spell could not hit him at all.

Voldemort got a little impatient, he raised his wand, and a cloud of black flames erupted and fell to the ground.

The devil's flame burned violently, and soon condensed into a bowl-thick black snake, which poked out its huge head and eyes as black as ink.

The black snake coiled over the rock pillar, its body hanging down, poked its head out and spat out the snake letter as if it were a demonstration and a warning.

Voldemort raised his wand high, and the tongue of fire instantly stretched several meters long, circling and flying above the secret room, and a wave of heat hit his face.

The fire snake hovering in the air, flowing and falling drops of black flames, each drop of flame suddenly became larger in the air, turning into the shape of a magical creature, more than a dozen, after landing, shot farther away.

"If you don't resurrect me, you'll all have to die...... The flames of the Flame Charm can grow and consume, and it will eventually destroy Hogwarts! ”

Standing in the flames like a demon god, Voldemort threw his head up and let out a roar of beast piercing his eardrums, and finally laughed:

"Scamander, when you're dead, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?!"

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(Thanks to the tips of "Forever for Red YNWA", "Listening to the Deer in the Depths of the Forest" and "Lonely".) ）