"Noble, jump!"

"Noble, turn over"

The sun is slowly sinking in the west, the moon is high in the sky, the moon rises exceptionally early today, and today is the full moon that has not been seen for a long time.

In this place where there is no light pollution, the moonlight is extraordinarily bright, and the starlight and the moonlight complement each other, lighting up the meadow.

And on this grass, a certain large, fierce-looking Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon was happily rolling on the ground at Xiao Yiren's command.

To be honest, an hour is not too long or too short, anyway, Xiao Yiren and the others are quite boring to wait, so Xiao Yiren also directed Noble to start the performance.

Everyone was very happy to watch, only when Xiao Yiren commanded, he was inexplicably a little flustered and a little absent-minded.

I always feel like something bad is going to happen later.

And that feeling reached its extreme at a certain moment.

How can you describe this feeling? It's like facing Voldemort's sneak attack.

"Wait! Voldemort ?!!! ”

In an instant, Xiao Yiren's hairs all over his body suddenly rose, and he directly obeyed his instinct, and his arm waved out instantly.

Suddenly, the golden thunder shone in the sky, colliding with the green light that appeared in the sky, and a brilliant firework was crashed in midair.

"This bastard is really here?!!"

His pupils shrank, and when he saw the black robe floating in the sky, Xiao Yiren's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Made! Weakened like this, dare to wave here?!

I can't fight you in your heyday, you're almost squeezed dry, can't I fight you?!

Xiao Yiren doesn't pretend anymore, fight for magic, right, there is no shortage of labor and management for this thing.

Compared to a few months ago, the magic power that had increased several times was like the best quality dry firewood, thrown into the golden flames.

The lightning bolt that was originally the thickness of a few fingers directly turned into a cluster of lasers the thickness of a cup.

The golden light was like an elephant crushing a jackal, and it swept the green light back, and it was about to hit the black-robed figure directly.

It's still the same person, the same tricks, the same scene, but after a few months, the offense and defense are reversed.

I can only sigh that the twenty magic crystals were not eaten in vain, and the source of magic power taken from Xiao Alien was not taken in vain.

However, to defeat Voldemort directly with the reserves of mana alone is obviously a fool's dream.

Seeing the golden laser body, the black-robed figure was obviously a little panicked, and called his master while frantically outputting magic power.

That's right, it's Quirrell, not Voldemort, who is now attacking with his body.

Since most of the magic he had received from the unicorn had been lost in that battle, Voldemort had become weaker than stronger.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the plan went smoothly, he remained asleep until Quirrell completed his mission and allowed him to regain some of his magic.

After all, in Voldemort's opinion, a baby dragon is just a young dragon, even if he wants to count Hagrid again, if he really does it, Quirrell should still be able to do it.

Then use the dragon's heart to restore a certain amount of magic, and then you can use the characteristics of the three-headed dog to easily enter the secret room, and then get the Philosopher's Stone, and then resurrect and walk back to the peak of life.

As for what will happen to Quirrell then? He left him to die.

But it was clear that Quirrell had once again disappointed Voldemort.

Slowly waking up, regaining control of his body, Voldemort saw a flash of brilliant golden light, almost blinding his dog's eyes.

But fortunately, Voldemort's combat experience is also quite rich, not to mention the attainment of magic power, and the wand was withdrawn to avoid the main attack of the golden lightning in a dangerous way.

But the arc of electricity that emanated from the side also made the already weak body even more unbearable, and Voldemort felt terrible anyway.

And he fixed his eyes and looked at it, good guy, isn't this the little ghost who spoiled his good deeds before?!

Then look at his side, isn't that the goal he plans to use to restore his mana?

Look behind him again, isn't that the damn Harry Potter?

Good guys, what the hell is going on? How did the people come so together, except for the cat, all of them came.

As for Hermione and Ron, what are they? How could two little wizards with no characteristics be put in the eyes of the great Voldemort.

Soon, though, from Quirrell's memory, Voldemort understood what had happened.

But it's okay not to know, as soon as he knows the specific situation, Voldemort wants to shoot this idiot to death.

He figured out Hagrid's patrol time, but instead of attacking the baby dragon in between patrols, he went to attack Hagrid first.

Forget about Hagrid, your hands and feet are not neat at all, and you have been hanging there for half an hour.

In the end, he came back and attacked secretly, but he was actually slapped in the face.

"Yes, Quirrell, you're really good."

Voldemort didn't know what kind of expression he should use to look at Quirrell now, but he made up his mind to kill this Sabi as soon as he was resurrected.

Of course, he scolded in his heart, but now Voldemort still knew what to do.

A pair of fierce eyes stared at Xiao Yiren below, his eyes were full of fierce and murderous intent.

Before, there were all kinds of trees in the Forbidden Forest to protect it, and the centaurs as cover, and all kinds of explosions to assist, but this little imp only lasted a minute or two.

Now that the surroundings are empty, and there are several oil bottles around him, he knows that he definitely didn't have those props with him, and Voldemort wants to see how this kid can turn the tables.

Of course, having learned the lesson of the last time, Voldemort did not go to war directly, but with a wave of his wand, he waved a large cloud of black smoke, directly surrounding the surrounding area.

It was as if a barrier had been formed, separated from the outside world.

This trick consumes a lot of mana, and Quirrell, who really bears the cost of this trick, turns even paler.

Even a slight movement, a cold sweat will break out on the body, which is not just something that can be expressed.

"The host ......"

"Shut up, you piece of shit!"

This trick was used by his life force, and now Voldemort didn't care about Quirrell's life or death at all.

As long as he kills these guys in front of him and uses the young dragon's heart to regain his magic, then whether Quirrell dies or not, he will be able to recover a large part of his strength and maintain it for a while.

This time was enough for him to fetch the Philosopher's Stone, and when the time came, it didn't matter if Quirrell was dead or alive.

As for saying that he can't kill the few imps in front of him, what are you kidding, he is the Dark Lord, the wizarding world, oh no, the real immortal king of the world!!

(End of chapter)