"Brother D, you're finally here." Neville shouted in delight, staring at Dudley's eyes full of little stars.

Good. What a cool pose.

I want to be like Brother D in the future.

As for Harry, I don't know if the guardian charm consumes a lot of energy when it works, but in short, the moment Voldemort's remnant rushed out, he fell into a coma, so that he didn't see this classic scene.

'Escape'

There was only one thought on Voldemort's remnant's mind.

Can't you run if you can't beat it?

Voldemort, who had only a few remnants left, didn't want to fight Dudley at all.

He didn't even have a physical body, and he couldn't get close, and when Dumbledore appeared, he would be dead, and of course it would be the same if he was slapped by Dudley.

Anyway, he's just a mixture of steam, shadow, and soul, and he's already illusory to the extreme, and it's not easy to run, just go through the wall.

Unless it's specifically for souls, even a normal protective spell can't stop him.

Voldemort's remnant rounded Dudley and slammed his head against the wall.

Bang.

Something unexpected happened, and the wall, which was supposed to be traversed smoothly, seemed to have an invisible wall attached to it, and this wall was able to prevent Voldemort from crossing through.

The souls that had been gathered with great difficulty were smashed again, and a faint black gas spread out in all directions.

"Dear Mr. Dark Lord, it's too rude to leave without even saying hello."

"It's not a gentleman's doing."

Dudley raised his chin, looked at the black qi gathered again with a little mockery, and patted the closed door behind him: "From now on, one side will pass here." ”

'Pop' Dudley snapped his fingers lightly.

There was a slight glow around the walls, and symbols gradually appeared on the walls.

Those are all refining arrays.

Dudley had begun to carve as early as when he entered the ground, and these rooms had already been covered by a refining array.

Stretching out his right hand towards the position of Voldemort's remnant soul, the spread five fingers were slightly together, and those refining arrays began to shrink at an extremely fast speed, until Voldemort's remnant soul was trapped within a range of less than half a meter.

Voldemort's remnants didn't know what Dudley was going to do, nor did they know what these arrays meant.

His instincts told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

You can't sit still.

So he slammed into the wall again, and unsurprisingly turned into pieces again.

After regrouping, Voldemort's remnant appeared to be very panicked, and kept scurrying around the area that had been reduced by Dudley.

"What are these things? Spells? Black magic? Ancient Demonic Scripts (Ru Ni Mowen)? No! I've never seen anything like it. ”

Voldemort searched his mind for memories, but found nothing.

He didn't recognize the symbols and words, let alone what they were.

Is there anything else in the wizarding world that he doesn't know?

The great philosopher, Brother Xun, once said: "The oldest and strongest fear of human beings is the fear of the unknown." Unless you have enough firepower. ”

Before Voldemort was the most terrifying Dark Lord, he still belonged to the category of human beings, even if he was not a human or a ghost now, he was still barely a man. Partially incomplete people.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the remnant could only try to talk to Dudley, as long as he knew what it was, he had a way to deal with it.

"Alchemy."

Dudley slowly spat out a few words.

Even telling Voldemort is nothing, a product of another world, can he understand?

What about understanding? Can he use it?

"No, it can't be alchemy."

Voldemort screamed, undisguised panic and uneasiness.

As the Dark Lord who was shocked eleven years ago, how could he not know alchemy.

Even when facing Dumbledore, he didn't panic as much as he did now.

"This is alchemy."

Dudley said, turning his head to Neville, who was already in a state of stupor, "Behold, this poor creature who has no body, do you know who he is?" ”

Neville had a vague guess from the conversation between Harry and Voldemort's remnant, but he didn't make up his mind after all.

"He is the Dark Lord who shocked the wizarding world more than ten years ago, Lord Voldemort."

"Now. Survival and destruction are only in my words. ”

At the mention of Voldemort's three words, Neville unconsciously shrunk his neck, not that Neville had seen Voldemort's power and was afraid, this was an act of conditioned reflex. He was a child who grew up listening to Voldemort's stories, and Voldemort was to him nothing less than a cat-faced old lady, a weird old lady, or an old back.

And this guy who feared him the most in his childhood was toyed with by Dudley.

Neville's worship of Dudley has reached a point where it cannot be overstated.

If Harry was awake, he would have told him that it was Brother D. There's nothing Brother D can't do.

In fact, if there is a head-on conflict, Dudley may not be able to defeat Quirrell who is possessed by Voldemort without getting close.

It's just that Harry has the 'love' guardian charm, and the ripple qigong is the double insurance of the backhand. And Voldemort's remnant soul was gone.

He thought he had made the wrong choice, but it would have been the same if he had chosen Neville, who was wearing Dudley's elaborate props for Voldemort.

The ripple qigong will also cause damage to him, maybe not as heavy as it is now, but the remnant soul will also be expelled.

Voldemort's remnant soul didn't care about any demeanor at this time, as long as he could let him live, he was willing to do anything, constantly begging Dudley, throwing out tempting conditions one after another, trying to use language to confuse Dudley, when he was not strong enough in his lifetime, this was what he was best at.

And often it works

For example, Quirrell, who had just died of the Guardian Charm, was in Albania, and was so coerced and enticed by him to 'say' and convince him.

In his opinion, Dudley is just a little wizard, and he can't catch it himself?

Unfortunately, he was disappointed again

His so-called linguistic demagogy is, simply put, painting cakes.

Dudley was completely deaf, and the bread of his previous life was full every day, but Voldemort's bread seemed a little immature to him, and probably only pure wizards who had not experienced the beating of society would believe his nonsense.

He even pointed out the contradictions and shortcomings of Voldemort's 'big pie' and analyzed them to Neville.

Neville said that he had gained knowledge.

Seeing that Dudley remained unwavering, Voldemort's remnant had no hint of reconciliation at all, so he changed the painting to a threat.

It's a bit of a frustration.

At this time, Dudley had finished the final process, and saw a pattern composed of circles and heptagons emerge directly below Voldemort's remnant soul.

He specially drew a refining array to trap Voldemort's remnant soul for only one purpose.

He had a bold idea.

Make Voldemort the Philosopher's Stone.

(End of chapter)