Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

In the abyss, pure power is never the most powerful, rank is the symbol of status.

A person of lower rank will fall into madness and death involuntarily just by accidentally witnessing the true appearance of a person of higher rank.

Andos always thought that as the 72-pillar evil god, he was already among the highest-ranking ones in the abyss.

If it were any higher, there might just be the abyss itself.

Today, in a human boy, He experienced a level no less than that of the abyss.

He couldn't help but think of the ancient rumors circulating in the abyss, about the beloved son of the abyss, also known as the prince of the abyss...

He originally thought that this was just groundless talk. He never thought that it was just an ordinary coming ceremony, and he actually discovered the existence of the suspected Prince of the Abyss.

The other party walked in the world in a human form, and he obviously had a deep plan, but he overestimated his ability and wanted to spy on the other party's true identity. This damn curiosity finally killed him...

The consciousness gradually dissipated, even affecting the body in the abyss. Andos cried out in despair: "Your Highness... spare your life..."

The next moment, his figure disappeared into the air.

At the same time, the thin red curtain covering the moon gradually faded away, and the bright moonlight shone on the earth again.

That's it?

Jerry didn't react for a moment and was completely confused.

Such a powerful demon was summoned by Voldemort with great effort, and was defeated without even hitting an A?

Yes, this kind of powerful creature from another world will definitely not survive in this world forever.In Voldemort's current state, he simply couldn't last long.

It's just that maybe even he himself didn't expect that the time would be so short. Three seconds to become a real man is considered.

Thinking of this, Jerry felt relieved.

Voldemort is now alone and in poor condition. The initiative in fighting or escaping rests with me.

I have acquired so many powerful skills during this period, it would be too ugly to just run away.

Without saying a word, Jerry gave Voldemort a [Killing Declaration].

[Killing declaration: You can use killing declaration on a target and make a judgment.During the judgment period, the target gains a continuous fear effect.After the determination is successful, each attack you make on the target will add 50.00% real damage and will not be affected by abnormal effects.If the judgment fails, the skill CD will be doubled. 】

"Make judgment."

[In the ROLL point, it is detected that the enemy's spirit value is 5 and the host's spirit value is 31. This ROLL point 1d6=1 means the judgment fails. 】

On the other side, Voldemort recovered from his shock and wanted to retreat.

There is nothing shameful about temporarily escaping, and he was not so powerful from the beginning.

When he was still very weak, he had to admit defeat to many people, such as the child king in the orphanage, Dumbledore...

After that, he personally killed the guy who had bullied him. When he was at his strongest, Dumbledore only dared to hide in Hogwarts and did not dare to go out.

The momentary victory or defeat does not matter, the one who survives to the end is the strong one.

However, the so-called evil god of the abyss was too stretched. When Voldemort recalled the ancient book he had obtained, it was difficult not to suspect that the ancient wizards had exaggerated the power of alien monsters.

This feeling becomes even more obvious when I think about it, even if I get the power of the abyss, I can only be evenly matched with Dumbledore.

"I want to get more power!"

Thinking this, Voldemort took a deep look at Jerry and prepared to move back.

The next moment, he felt darkness in front of his eyes. Up, down, left, right, and in all directions, endless darkness surged in like a tide, drowning him...

From Jerry's perspective, there was a spinning dice above Voldemort's head.

Drip yo...

[The ROLL point result this time is: 6, congratulations, the judgment is successful]

The number of the dice was fixed on the 6 side, and the dice disappeared, replaced by a dagger dripping with blood.

"Damn it! It's a fear curse!"

Voldemort woke up from the dream of eternal night, and he was still frightened when he thought of the darkness that seemed to be eternal.

"When?"

This time, Voldemort was really scared.

He once thought that darkness and death were the most terrifying things. At that moment, he finally understood the fear beyond death.

He jumped into the air, trying to escape, but heard the young man's chuckle behind him.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

[Hmph, want to escape: no one can escape in front of you!When attacking an enemy whose back is turned to you, your attack will have a lightning whirlwind special effect and cause a certain amount of killing damage to the enemy. 】

A red light hit him and passed through him.

This ordinary spell would have been unable to harm him in this state, just as it would be difficult for a wizard to harm a ghost.

Voldemort was horrified to find that the red light hit the black air swirling around him, as if a strong wind had blown away most of the black air, exposing half of his body.

It was like a baby-like, weak body, exposed to the air, and the next moment, it was struck by lightning falling from the sky, showing a scorched black color.

"Ahhhhhh!" Voldemort howled in pain and rushed out at a faster speed. While escaping, he had to be careful not to be hit by the opponent's weird spell.

Voldemort flew in an S shape in the air, and then flew in a B shape. In less than a minute, he flew out of the Forbidden Forest and disappeared from Jerry's sight.

Jerry put down his wand regretfully. If he hadn't been unable to fly, he would have caught Voldemort sooner or later, just like Quirrell.

Thinking of Quirrell, Jerry hurried to Quirrell's side to see if he could save him.

At least hand over the spell that could catch Voldemort before you die.

But the result disappointed him. Quirrell was now like a mummy, with only a piece of skin left, and he was already dead.

Just as he turned Quirrell's body, a ring slipped from his fingers that had become extremely shriveled.

Jerry picked up the ring and looked at it under the moonlight. It was a silver ring with a simple shape and no decorations. It was the kind of ring that you would not be interested in picking up if it fell on the ground.

Jerry tried putting the ring on, taking it off, putting it on again...

After tinkering for a long time, Jerry finally determined that this was an ordinary ring.

"Where's the grandpa we promised?"

Jerry muttered and put the ring on his middle finger.

At this moment, the bushes nearby suddenly moved, and Jerry suddenly became nervous.

"Who's there? Come out!" Jerry yelled.

The man walked into the clearing in response - was he a man or a horse?Above the waist, it is a human with red hair and beard, but below the waist, it is a brown-red shiny horse body, with a long red tail trailing behind it.

"A foal in a castle?" The centaur frowned at him, "This is not the place you should be."

"Be patient, Ronan." A blond centaur came over and stood next to the previous centaur. "The worst sign has disappeared. This child may know something..."