Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 69 Hermione knocks on my door late at night

Dean Flitwick is injured and Professor Quirrell is insane.

This is the hottest topic at Hogwarts recently.

The students don't know the exact reason, but that doesn't matter, they just need to know - stay away from Professor Quirrell.

After returning from Azkaban, Voldemort no longer nestled in the office as before.

The reason is simple, nothing makes him happier than being with young students.

However, wanton punishment of students and deduction of college points is the easiest way to obtain happiness. It seems that other than Snape, the other professors don't have much complaints about it.

The reason is very simple, the Snake House deducted the most points - Voldemort really can't understand, Slytherin students are silly in the corridor...

Don't you know how to read books, study, and practice magic so that you can serve your great Dark Lord in the future?
In addition to being unable to suppress his temper, Voldemort felt that this state was not bad, at least the progress of reading banned books was much faster-pain can never hurt those who are not happy.

After a few days like this, when everything was about to be on the right track, something happened...

In the middle of the night, Voldemort was still experiencing forbidden books when a knock on the door suddenly woke him up.

With a bad temper, he got up angrily and opened the door, and what he saw was a little girl in pink pajamas... Hermione.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, you... what are you doing?"

Voldemort asked angrily - he almost said "Are you coming to sleep", but held back at the critical moment.

"It's Harry, Professor." The little girl said with tears in her eyes, "Malfoy cast a curse on him, and then he was injured and bleeding profusely..."

Voldemort was shocked on the spot - curse?Are you sure you can tell what a jinx is?

Although he wasn't sure that Hermione was right, he set off immediately - wearing only a gorgeous purple silk robe - and walked quickly to the prize showroom on the fourth floor.

"Calm down, Hermione, panic won't solve the problem." Voldemort strode ahead, and Hermione trotted along, "Tell me what happened."

"It's still because of Neville's memory ball." She said quickly, "At noon, Neville's memory ball was lost and Malfoy picked it up, and then..."

The playfulness between the children led to the anger of both parties, and Malfoy proposed a duel-Voldemort heard the taste of conspiracy.

Harry agreed to a duel, but Hermione wanted to stop him, but she couldn't open the door of the Lion Court lounge because the fat woman was not there, so she followed.

In the prize showroom on the fourth floor, they didn't wait for Malfoy, but Filch happened to come. They hid in a room and saw the three-headed dog——Hermione said everything without reservation.

Hearing this, Voldemort just felt that the story in the book was unfolding in a delayed manner, and he couldn't understand how Malfoy was involved—he had become very different recently.

Then in Hermione's narration, he knew the story after that.

The three of Harry thought Malfoy had informed them, and guessed that he would not come, but when they avoided Filch and walked out of the room, they met the Malfoy trio.

Malfoy wasn't late, it was Harry and the others who came early, everything was an accident.

Then the duel continued.

"Shenfeng Wuying." Hermione said in a trembling voice, "I heard him shouting, and then there was a lump on Harry's chest..."

"Shenfeng Wuying?" Voldemort stopped in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Hermione also stopped, wiping away her tears and said, "Just like Professor Snape shouted, Malfoy's gaze was as vicious as the professor's."

"Go and find..."

He wanted to talk to Snape, because there were only two people who could break the curse, one was Malfoy himself who used the curse, but he might not be able to use the healing spell.

The other was Snape, who possessed the counter-curse of this jinx he had invented.

However, he is Quirrell, how can he know all this, so...

"Go to the principal. He is in the office on the eighth floor. There is a stone statue at the door. Shout there, and he will hear you."

Voldemort said quickly, and then saw Hermione running up the building.

"Stop, Hermione." He hurriedly grabbed Hermione and showed her the way, "Go down to the third floor, and there is a shortcut next to it, which leads directly to the eighth floor, which is faster than this."

Hermione nodded, turned back and ran down again, Voldemort reminded and shouted: "Hurry up, Harry is dangerous."

After listening to Voldemort's instructions, Hermione's speed obviously accelerated again, which caused her to fall when she was about to go down the stairs, and her head hit the handrail bleeding, but it didn't stop her at all.

What a brave girl... Voldemort thought, and hurriedly turned and walked towards the prize showroom.

"Harry, what's wrong with you, Harry..."

From a distance, he heard Ron's terrified roar.

Turning the corner, he saw Ron clutching Harry's chest vigorously, but the blood was still pouring out, and Neville was at a loss beside Ron.

On the side, Malfoy stood there expressionless, and his two followers giggled.

"Get out of the way, Ron."

Voldemort pulled out his wand and came to Harry - there was a five centimeter wound on his chest, and blood was trickling out. Harry's face was pale, and he looked at himself in horror.

It should be that Malfoy's magic power is not strong, so the damage is not great, but the curse will cause blood to flow continuously, and Harry's reaction is obviously excessive, the wound is not fatal - the excessive reaction may be related to his lack of blood once .

"It's nothing serious, Harry, you'll be fine."

Voldemort reassured, hesitating briefly before waving his wand.

"Quick healing..."

Fortunately, the magic about love did not rebound his magic.

The blood of so many enemies was wasted, what a crime... Voldemort, who was in a relaxed mood, still had time to think wildly.

"Malfoy, can you use a healing spell?"

Seeing that the effect of his magic was not good, Voldemort, who knew the reason, asked Malfoy.

"No, professor, but I don't think the magic is enough to kill him. The chest is not the fatal place."

Malfoy's cold-blooded words caused Ron to look at him angrily, but his eyes couldn't kill anyone.

Voldemort also turned his head to look at Malfoy, but he didn't see too much emotion from his gaze - this kid is indeed very talented in Occlumency.

"Heal fast...heal fast...heal fast..."

Facing the curse, Voldemort had no better way, only to use the healing spell constantly. Although the effect was there, it was obviously not enough to completely change the status quo.

"Boom."

There was a flash of fire, and Dumbledore appeared in purple pajamas, with his phoenix and Hermione clutching her forehead.

Bumped... thought Voldemort.

"What's the effect?" Dumbledore asked after stepping forward and observing the situation.

"No, this is a curse, and my magic can't be resolved." Voldemort said helplessly.

"My God, Harry..." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded, she ran over panting, stretched out her wand, and began to use the healing spell with Voldemort.

But the effect was also not good. Using the Healing Charm together did not produce a qualitative change. Seeing this, Voldemort took away his wand and asked Professor McGonagall to maintain the status quo.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, who was watching Malfoy.

There was still no expression on Malfoy's face, but this kid had a bit of ruthlessness, even in the face of Dumbledore, he could keep Occlumency from breaking the defense.

Although the defense has not been broken so far, I don't know how long it will last... Voldemort was thinking.

"Your father shouldn't have taught you jinxes. Is he taking revenge on me?" Dumbledore's voice was rarely filled with anger.

Breaking the defense, but Lucius did it beautifully... Voldemort thought again.

"Step aside."

The big bat came over, and after Professor McGonagall got out of the way, he waved his wand, "Heal quickly...heal quickly...heal quickly..."

The wound on Harry's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye - Snape obviously changed the Healing Charm, making it a counter-curse of God's Shadowless.

This big black-bellied bat spread the Shadowless God's Edge Curse, but didn't pass on the counter-curse, so he really wasn't a good person...

　A new week, a new starting point, it’s up to readers to advance to the next recommended position, readers, please cheer for Voldemort~~~~
　　


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