Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

"Good evening, Mrs. Pince."

Voldemort smiled and greeted Mrs. Pince who was standing there blankly.

"If I walked away with a few banned books - in a dishonorable way - would they be destroyed?"

When it came to books, Mrs. Pince finally came out of her dullness and fear. She said angrily: "Don't do that, Quirrell, there is magic in the books, if..."

"alright, I got it."

Voldemort nodded, and then quickly walked out of the library under her gaze.

Mrs. Pince:…

As soon as Voldemort walked out of the library, he saw Dumbledore standing not far away.

"Are you a mouse? Tom, you have made holes all over the castle." Dumbledore said dissatisfied, waving his wand at the same time, and several puppets blocked Voldemort.

"Are we going to fight now? Albus." Voldemort observed the situation and weighed the pros and cons.

The magic power in his body is rapidly depleting. It is not easy to destroy the castle with the repair spell. You can fight Dumbledore...

Even after recovering, the battle was only 50-50, not to mention that this was Dumbledore's home court, so Voldemort was not as calm as he appeared - escaping from here was his first goal.

"I still want to talk to you, but that will be after I capture you."

Dumbledore was no longer soft-hearted. He waved his wand and cast several spells, giving Voldemort no chance to escape.

At the same time, magical puppets also attacked Voldemort.

"Don't think about using the Porto Golden Body, Tom." Dumbledore used verbal attacks. "I can also use Porto. Be careful if I influence it and trap you inside."

After resisting a wave of curses, Voldemort looked up and saw a puppet with a bronze mirror face. He looked a bit like a miniature version of the metal David, with magical scenes flashing in the bronze mirror face.

"Torn apart."

Voldemort tried to destroy him, but the golem's extraordinary flexibility evaded his magic and attacked him.

Close combat was not what Voldemort was good at. Even if he had learned close combat for a period of time, he could fight a copper David—unless he was crazy.

“Repaired as good as new.”

This was the first time he had recited this spell since he learned Potu.

The curse drew an arc and hit the copper David, turning him into a magic mirror in an instant, and then fell upside down to the ground.

"Bang."

During the interval between casting magic, Voldemort lowered his head and twisted around to avoid another puppet's heavy punch. The fist hit the wall of the castle, causing rubble to fly.

"Stop, Albus, do you want to destroy the castle?"

Voldemort said in his mouth, stirred up his wand, and hit Dumbledore with several spells, but Dumbledore placed a large iron armor spell in front of him, directly blocking all his attacks...

The advantage of the ultra-long blue bar is fully exposed, and the old bee does not need micromanagement at all.

"damn it."

Voldemort cursed angrily, and under the attack of the three puppets, he directly used the Potato Golden Body.

Dumbledore immediately cast a repair spell and tried to affect Voldemort's wave, but the purple-gold light bypassed the puppet faster and fled up the stairs.

"You're going down a dead end, Tom, what are you going to do?"

Dumbledore was not anxious, he just asked loudly and waved his wand at the wall.

The magic spell quickly moved through the wall, instantly surpassing the purple-gold light and entering a sculpture on the wall further ahead.

The statue that had been enchanted suddenly jumped down and hit the purple-gold enchantment directly.

The incident happened suddenly, and Voldemort could only withdraw from the golden body to escape.

The steps are a little shaky, and the golden body is still too draining of energy - but at least it is much stronger than before, like a serious illness.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~~"

Three statues jumped down from the wall in a row, without giving Voldemort a chance to breathe, and surrounded him again.

Voldemort waved his wand repeatedly, destroying several puppets, but he did not use the repair spell. The golden body just now caused some fluctuations in his operation of the ripples, and he needed time to recover.

"You can't run anymore, why are you still struggling?"

Dumbledore hung behind and did not cast a spell - Voldemort's behavior of not using the Killing Curse made him curious, and the path he chose to run upward...

That was just seeking death, and Dumbledore was not in a hurry.

Voldemort had no time to talk to him. The strength of the two was not on the same level at all. Using Quirrell's body, he was not even qualified to fight Dumbledore head-on.

Do I need to give up my body... Such an idea came to Voldemort's mind, but he quickly rejected it.

We have arrived at the stairs on the sixth floor. There is no reason not to give it a try. As long as we get to the eighth floor and enter there...

After destroying a puppet with difficulty, Voldemort escaped from the siege. At the same time, he did not forget to throw a few spells at Dumbledore to delay his steps, and then continued to move forward.

After that...

"Boom~Boom~Boom~~"

Three more statues jumped off the wall, and Voldemort was stopped again.

One step at a time, one step at a time, a transformation spell...

Lao Deng, how much do you prefer transformation spells?

Voldemort thought he was going crazy - for a moment he wanted to try it, but gave up after hesitating.

“Repaired as good as new.”

Throwing all the magic outside his body towards Lao Deng at the same time, Voldemort once again used the ripples of the repair spell. The powerful ripples instantly controlled the status of the three puppets and directly caused them to shatter.

Regardless of his physical discomfort, Voldemort used his remaining strength and ran hard along the stairs.

Dumbledore held up the exaggerated Iron Armor Curse, pushing aside all of Voldemort's curses, and then followed Voldemort's footsteps and moved forward slowly...

That unhurried pace made Voldemort's teeth itch with hatred - but one day the dragon will win, Lao Deng, you are waiting.

With a heart full of resentment, Voldemort worked hard upwards, waving his wand from time to time, casting spell after spell in an attempt to stop Dumbledore.

But the effect was not great. At the same time, Dumbledore would wave his wand from time to time, causing several puppets to pop out in front of him to block the way.

There were not many steps in total from the sixth floor to the eighth floor, but this short journey gave Voldemort the illusion that "this road is blocked".

"Tom, stop, let's talk." Dumbledore's voice sounded from below.

Voldemort pursed his lips and said nothing, but kept waving his wand against the puppet. He did not want to talk to Dumbledore.

"Are you already in contact with vampires? Are they going to take refuge with you?" Dumbledore asked below, but still got no answer.

Voldemort turned the corner on the seventh floor. Dumbledore was still walking calmly across a whole flight of stairs from him. But in front of Voldemort, a huge figure suddenly appeared above the stairs...

It's Hagrid.

"Help me, Hagrid, I'm exhausted."

Voldemort's voice was very calm, no different from before, as if the two puppets chasing him didn't exist.

He stretched his hands straight forward and looked at Hagrid calmly.

"Okay, Quirrell."

Hagrid said, stretched out his long arm and gently pulled Voldemort away from the two puppets and came to his side.

The next moment, Dumbledore walked out from the corner of the stairs and happened to see this scene...

The old man looked stunned.

Hagrid: "..."