Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

Directly transforming into a complete fire dragon may be a good choice to deal with ordinary wizards, but it is not as threatening to the Dark Lord as the half-dragon state. At least he has physical fitness far beyond ordinary people. In this form, Andre can easily He was able to escape some of the spells fired by Voldemort.

But if he transformed into a fire dragon, his huge body would be a living target.

It seems that the only thing left to do is to pull Harry out, Andre thought to himself.

But at this moment, Quirrell's voice suddenly sounded: "Master...Master, I feel that my body is almost...I can't hold it anymore!"

This sentence made Andre overjoyed, and it was right. If Voldemort could use Quirrell's body without restriction, he would not need to risk being discovered by Dumbledore and sneak into Hogwarts.

And judging from Quirrell's struggling performance, this restriction may not be able to be overcome with willpower and patience.

As expected, Voldemort roared furiously: "Damn it, you idiot, can't you hold on a little longer!?"

Unfortunately, anger could not help him. Voldemort, who was still firing black magic just now, soon lost control of his body.

"What should I do? Master!" Quirrell, who had regained his body, was no longer as arrogant as he was when he first saw the young wizards. His stern and shy character was fully exposed, facing Ender who was obviously stronger than him. Lie, he could only ask his master for help.

But Voldemort didn't panic. He first calmed down his anger, and then sneered at Andre and said, "Do you think there's nothing I can do about it? Hiss, hiss. Hiss."

Andre was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what Voldemort's last few unexplained cries meant, but he soon came to his senses.

It's Parseltongue!As soon as this thought came to Andre's mind, there was a loud noise, and the wall behind them was shattered.

Basilisk!Seeing the dark green scales and the body as thick as a bucket, Andre immediately reminded the three little wizards behind him loudly: "Don't look into the eyes of this big snake!"

"Oh... I didn't expect you knew my little pet quite well." Voldemort said with a sinister smile.

Ignoring the Dark Lord's words, Andre looked at the big snake snaking into the room out of the corner of his eye, and then whispered to Harry: "Harry! I will need your help later."

"Me?" However, Harry had no idea what he could do to help. He felt that he couldn't even deal with Pettigrew. Let's see what spells he knew, the levitating spell?Or turn a match into a needle?But how can these magics help?

"Of course! You have to believe in yourself. It was you who defeated him 11 years ago." Andre didn't have time to explain too much. He said quickly: "He is the culprit who killed your parents. Are you going to sit back and watch him get the Sorcerer's Stone?" Then resurrect and rule the magic world?"

"Of course not!" Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Very good, I will turn into a fire dragon later to deal with the basilisk, and Voldemort will be left to you to deal with." Andre nodded and said, "Don't worry, you have the protective magic given by your mother. , Voldemort can't hurt you. Also, don't use magic to attack him, use your hands, he can't touch your body, believe me!"

"Ah, but this!?" Harry couldn't believe his ears. Andre was actually planning to let him deal with Voldemort.

But there was no chance to go back. After Andre finished speaking, he rushed out of the stone wall. He cast a complete Animagus magic and transformed into a juvenile Hungarian Horntail.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him. Except for Voldemort and himself, no one understood what the ancient druid meant. Even Pettigrew, the illegal Animagus, had never seen anyone. It can actually turn into a magical creature, and it is also the most terrifying magical animal like a fire dragon.

Not to mention a few young wizards, they also saw Andre's transformation for the first time. The previous half-dragon form could be explained as magic they didn't understand, but the scene that happened in front of them completely broke through them. inherent cognition.

Andre couldn't care less about other people's opinions at this moment. The Basilisk and the Fire Dragon had both been rated xxxxx by the Ministry of Magic. Both were extremely dangerous magical animals, and there was no room for him to be distracted.

Fortunately, even though his fire dragon form is only half the length of the basilisk entrenched on the ground, its thick body is far superior to that of a big snake without limbs.

Moreover, the fire dragon's magic resistance gave him the ability to resist the sight of the basilisk. This kind of eyes that would kill him could only freeze Andre's actions slightly, not even petrify him.

The bodies of both sides occupied almost half of the room. Although this limited Andre's ability to fly, he still pounced on the basilisk without hesitation.

As the two behemoths began to fight hand-to-hand, Voldemort said impatiently: "Don't delay any more, go and take out the Sorcerer's Stone first, that's our goal!"

Hearing this, Quirrell finally turned his surprised eyes away from the fire dragon. He trotted up the steps, where the Mirror of Erised was placed on the platform.

"I saw it! Master! I saw the Philosopher's Stone...I saw that I dedicated it to you...but..." When Andre and the others entered the room, in fact, Quirrell and Xiao Dwarf Star had just arrived, and they hadn't had time to study the mirror that had been magically arranged by Dumbledore, so it was the first time Quirrell had faced the mirror directly.

He was very excited at first, but soon fell into confusion, because no matter what, he could not take out the magic stone that made him salivate from the mirror.

"Idiot!" Voldemort is indeed a master of magic. Even if his achievements are more in the field of black magic, he has already guessed the function of this magic mirror after just a few words from Quirrell. He yelled: " Go and bring that boy over, yes, that Harry Potter! We have to use him to solve the puzzle set by Dumbledore."

"Yes...yes, master." Quirrell shuddered and quickly turned to look at the little wizards.

Harry had already come out from behind the stone wall at this moment. Although he still didn't know whether Andre's statement that Voldemort couldn't touch his body was true or false, he couldn't just watch the other person like this. Take Dumbledore's carefully guarded Philosopher's Stone.

I have to say that Harry is indeed a qualified Gryffindor. No matter how much he struggled in his heart, he still chose to stand up at this most critical moment. Even Ron and Hermione didn't reach out to stop him.

"It seems that we need your help, Mr. Potter." Quirrell's tone was not as kind as that of a gentleman asking for help, especially when there was a fake smile on his face that could be seen through at a glance.