Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 127

"I really don't want to be your enemy, Albus, we had a great time studying magic together."

As Voldemort said, he glanced at the lower left corner and ignited [Lin Zuo Moment] again—he was afraid that the tyranny in his heart would hurt the students in the castle, which was not what he wanted to see.

"I don't want to, Tom, how about we sit down and talk?" Dumbledore still wanted to communicate, at least he saw hope.

But Voldemort shook his head and rejected Dumbledore's suggestion.

He doesn't even think about it, otherwise the consciousness of the remnant soul will come out to cause trouble - after all, he is the fusion of Lin Zuo and the remnant soul, and the two emotions are his true self, and they cannot be separated.

"Let me go, Dumbledore, the fighting will hurt the children of the castle."

Voldemort was not in a hurry, he wished he could leave with his whole body—it would be easier to give up Quirrell's body, but he felt it was too unfair to Quirrell.

Moreover, leaving in the state of a wandering soul would also do great damage to his soul.

"You know I won't let you go easily, Tom," Dumbledore refused.

"Well, I think so."

As Voldemort said, he tapped his wand to the left, and a disarming spell floated there, and then he tapped it one after another, and more magic appeared and floated beside him.

Dumbledore also began to swing his wand, and he was not in a hurry to attack, but several items, including the magic mirror, began to change-he obviously wanted to use the Transfiguration Curse to defeat Voldemort.

Voldemort's movements suddenly paused, and then he cautiously turned a little to his right - a dark spell floated out, with a little green light inside.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Shenfeng Wuying? Black magic can also have the characteristics of time and space. You concealed your strength before, right?"

"Not really."

Voldemort frowned and looked at the curse. He also came up with the idea of ​​using the curse just after he was emotionally agitated. The fierce battle between the two emotions seemed to affect Lin Zuo's consciousness, and he also became darker.

"Pfft~~"

Tried the Killing Curse, but the result was only some green mist spewed out. It seemed that Lin Zuo's consciousness was not dark enough.

"How about trying this?"

Regardless of the few people in front of him, he murmured and cast a spell alone - in the darkness, a green light flickered.

"Throat-cutting curse..." Mag said in a low voice.

Voldemort grinned at her, then continued to move, and more throat-cutting curses appeared, surrounding Voldemort.

"That's very offensive, Albus. If you stop me from leaving, I'm not sure if these curses will fall on those three children." Voldemort said with a bright smile.

"McGonagall, protect the child." Dumbledore said without looking back.

Voldemort smiled even more, and slowly twisted his body so that he was sideways facing Dumbledore, and lifted his wand up - the wand resting on the index and middle fingers, and the thumb resting on the base of the wand.

"Albus," asked Voldemort, smiling. "Are you sure she can stop my spells? Especially when there are so many of them?"

Dumbledore frowned, while Professor McGonagall pursed his lips unwillingly.

"Try it, don't be nervous."

After Voldemort finished speaking, his body suddenly twisted, and his wand was sent forward...

A disarming spell flew out with a clear arc, almost brushing McGonagall's calf, and then hit Ron after hitting it—Voldemort didn't want to have to touch Harry again and again, even in that case It may not appear, and he will not gamble.

"what."

Ron yelled, and the wand flew out of his hand, hitting the wall and breaking in two.

"It's not my fault, it's inherently bad." Voldemort looked at Ron. "Ron, isn't it?"

Ron was obviously taken aback, he nodded instinctively.

"Professor, maybe you can pay him back, won't you?" Hermione asked him, looking tentative.

"Of course, but I can't afford to pay right now, Hermione. Your Headmaster is pointing his wand at me. He's the most powerful White Wizard ever."

Voldemort said, "But you can pay for me first, and I will pay you back with an owl later."

Dumbledore observed everything quietly. He did not stop the communication between the two. On the contrary, his expression was full of thought—Hermione's temptation was also what he wanted to do. There is nothing more important than this to determine Voldemort's state. important.

As for killing him...

Dumbledore was hopeful, but he wasn't sure he could make it.

"Okay, Albus, I'm going."

Voldemort held his wand and moved forward slowly, countless spells floating around him, moving forward with him.

"Step aside."

Dumbledore said in a deep voice, and then several people made way for Voldemort to walk over.

"Don't play tricks behind my back, Harry, or I'll kill you."

Voldemort's wand was pointed at Dumbledore all the time, and he gave his back to several people including McGonagall, but he always paid attention to the movement behind him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry's wand twitch before he could turn, and he had to call out.

"Harry, don't move."

Dumbledore said nervously - he was sure Voldemort was not joking.

"Thank you, Albus, and see you later."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he began to back quickly, and soon passed through the flame trap set by Snape with a spell, and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Protect the child, I will chase him."

Dumbledore left a sentence, then pointed his wand forward, and several puppets chased after Voldemort who had disappeared.

"I can help, Dumbledore..." Professor McGonagall was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"No." Dumbledore said without looking back, "I'm enough."

Before the words fell, Dumbledore also disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Professor McGonagall, is Professor Quirrell really Voldemort?" Hermione asked after Dumbledore left.

"He has admitted it." McGonagall said, "Okay, I will send you back to the Gryffindor lounge."

"But he said his name was Tom Marvolo Riddle," Hermione pressed. "Is that his real name?"

"Yes." McGonagall stopped, leaned over and frowned at Hermione, "Your thinking is very dangerous, Hermione, he killed many people and made the entire wizarding world..."

"I know, Professor." Hermione nodded vigorously, "But we can only defeat him if we understand him, can't we?"

McGonagall was slightly taken aback, but finally nodded, agreeing with Hermione's statement.

"His black magic is really powerful?" Hermione asked still reluctantly, completely without scruples about the frightened Ron and Harry frowning.

"Yes, and very evil."

As McGonagall said, he waved his hand and wiped out the trap set by Snape - every professor could eliminate this trap, because at that time everyone thought Snape was a bad guy, so...his trap must be harmless enough.

"He's a half-breed, isn't he?" Hermione continued - she didn't look scared at all, and she was full of curiosity.

"Hermione."

Professor McGonagall called out her name, "Your thoughts are dangerous, don't try to understand him, stay away from him, understand?"

"Understood, Professor." Hermione nodded vigorously, and then whispered, "I just think his class is good."

McGonagall frowned, and ignored Hermione's words, but couldn't help but sigh in her heart...

He came to school for a purpose.

　In the future, books will be sent out at 2, 3, and 4 o'clock at twelve o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)