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Zhang Heyang now regrets that he still lacks actual combat experience.

You shouldn't have given Voldemort time to talk nonsense just now, and take action before his magic circle is fully charged, or because of Quirrell's lack of physical strength and Voldemort's lack of energy and energy, he can still take the lead.But now, we can only deal with it in embarrassment.

The opponents he faced in the past were too weak. Even if they could threaten him with their large numbers, they could not stop him from escaping, so he never had any sense of crisis.

But Zhang Heyang is now imprisoned by the black magic circle. Not to mention that disembodiment is a problem, even if he uses mage skills to forcefully break through the space and rush out, what will happen to Hagrid and Harry who are left here?

There is no doubt that he will die.

Zhang Heyang didn't think he was a good person, but he couldn't do anything like running away and leaving the students behind to block the knife.

He had no choice but to hold on.

"Hahaha, don't be delusional!" Quirrell, who no longer had control over his body, still laughed harshly in his body. "All the power my master has accumulated in the past ten years has exploded. The magic stone will never fail. You guys Dead!"

"Shut up!" Voldemort roared angrily. Didn't this voice reveal all his details?Although the other party seems to know him very well and should be able to guess that he only has this chance to take action, even if there is only a trace of uncertainty, he can still strive for more initiative.

Why did I find such a fool as Quirrell?

Voldemort suddenly slowed down his attack, "Young man, you are very good, but there is still a gap between you and the top experts. Do you still want to become stronger?"

When Voldemort said this, his eyes glowed red again, and he said with a fanatical tone: "The world is not worthy of being dominated by the weak. If you and I join forces and get the Sorcerer's Stone, I will soon be able to restore my former glory. How about we share the world together?"

The tone of Voldemort's tone was very bewitching. He not only couldn't stand Quirrell, a pig teammate, but more importantly, he was too optimistic about Zhang Heyang's talent and strength. He was only in his early 20s and already had such strength, which was no better than his own. not bad.

If such a person could seize his body, create a body, and then use the magic stone to resurrect himself, he might be able to surpass his limits and become even stronger than the legendary Merlin.

The Elder Wand is no longer an obstacle that can hinder him.No matter how powerful the weapon is, it has to be wielded by someone. If I defeat Dumbledore with much greater strength, then the Elder Wand will also be my own.

To put it bluntly, even if he only accepted Zhang Heyang as his subordinate and the two of them joined forces, Dumbledore would still be no match.

"Submit to me and follow the greatest wizard in the world. You can learn the most powerful magic in the world and you can have greater strength."

Voldemort's voice seemed like a demon from the Nine Netherworld. He knew it was an abyss, but he couldn't stop and was tempted to fall into the endless darkness.Hagrid was so frightened that he raised his wand behind him and made up his mind that if Professor Zhang rebelled, he must be killed first.If Professor Zhang becomes a dark wizard, his destructive power may be much greater than that of Voldemort.

"You are proficient in so many ancient magics. You should know that black magic is derived from the ancient dark magic. It is nothing more than stimulating the power of the underworld. You don't care about worldly opinions, do you?" Voldemort continued.

"Yes, the weak do not deserve to speak." Zhang He

Yang is very talented at being the protagonist of novels, and his world view instantly becomes exactly the same as the protagonists of various conventional novels. The strong is respected. "So you are like this, and you still want to let me be your subordinate? Are you begging me now?" I’ll take you on as a subordinate, and I might even consider resurrecting you.”

"Seeking death!" Voldemort roared angrily, and his men tightened their grip by another three points.He had finally accumulated enough strength for this attack. It would be a waste not to get rid of Zhang Heyang, Dumbledore's number one helper in many aspects.

Zhang Heyang was beaten back and forth in an instant.There is no way, large-scale magic has no impact on others, and mixed magic or advanced applications of low-level magic are not as big as Voldemort, a veteran powerhouse. Hai Dongqing is not around. If it weren't for the ability to see into the subtleties with his soul, time and time again Zhang Heyang might be dead at the key point of cracking Voldemort's magic.

"Professor Zhang!" Hagrid yelled, rushing to help.

"Stay back!" Zhang Heyang still had time to roar in his busy schedule, but the price of being distracted was that one of his hands was directly hit by Voldemort's magic. It seemed that all the life force was drained and turned into black. A withered, mummified hand.

"Tsk, tsk, what a touching scene!" With the situation under control, Voldemort's inherent contempt for the world resurfaced, and he clapped his hands and said sarcastically, "I'll send you all to hell together!"

"Don't be complacent." Zhang He said, "I have sent a message to the outside world. Before the Aurors have gone far, Dumbledore will come. You are in big trouble!"

"I just picked the moment when you made a mess in Diagon Alley. You were on the opposite side with the Aurors just now. Even if you come here, do you think they will just listen to your words and start a war with me?"

Voldemort smiled wildly, "As for that old guy Dumbledore, I'm too familiar with him. You expect him to come to save you, haha. He will only choose to sacrifice you to see the enemy's strength. You are so strong. The strength probably makes him very uneasy!"

"And don't even think about it. If you fall under my spell, you will definitely die."

Voldemort looked at Zhang Heyang's hand, as if admiring an outstanding work of art, "What a funny thing, the medieval black film method is not as effective as the Killing Curse. It can be suppressed with magic power, but not even Dumbledore can suppress it. You will still suffer a lot for a year. But don’t worry, I will add a killing curse so that you can die in peace."

Only now did Zhang Heyang have time to look at his left hand.

Damn Nima!

Zhang Heyang was so frightened that he almost jumped up. Wasn't this clinical manifestation the same magic that made Dumbledore decide to die?I secretly used Holy Word a few times and it seemed to be relieved, but there was no obvious improvement.

"Stop struggling!" Voldemort raised his wand coldly, "Ava..."

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Heyang suddenly shouted, "I see your hall is darkened and there is something evil between your eyebrows. You are about to suffer a bloody disaster!"

"Huh?" Voldemort suddenly stopped and tensed his body vigilantly, even more nervous than when facing Zhang Heyang's large-scale magic. "You can still predict?"

"Of course!" Zhang Heyang pinched his fingers and looked like he was possessed by a half-immortal. Looking at Voldemort who was fooled, he laughed in his heart. Isn't this feudal superstition killing people?

"Go!" His face changed instantly, and a flying sword was launched from his dantian, turning into a purple-gold light and heading straight for Voldemort's head!