Travel from Hogwarts

"I got the Sorcerer's Stone just like that?" Harry couldn't believe it. He got what Voldemort had dreamed of so easily?

"Tell me what you saw," but before he could think about it, Quirrell's voice came from the side.

"I, I saw it. I won the House Cup and the Quidditch trophy. My classmates were so happy that they surrounded me. They even lifted me up." Harry was talking nonsense. Said, and then, he was pushed to the ground hard by Quirrell.

"You shouldn't be allowed to see me, you loser!" Quirrell said fiercely, his eyes full of hostility.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Touch!" At this moment, Drinker, who was ambushing in the darkness, suddenly took action.

He was waiting for this moment.

The Divine Edge Shadowless Curse full of magic power hit Quirrell head-on and knocked him away.

But unexpectedly, Quirrell knocked down the Mirror of Erised while flying backwards, sending the mirror flying far away.

"? It's not broken?" Looking at this scene, Drinker was a little surprised. The mirror that was knocked away by Quirrell did nothing.

"Harry, come here quickly!" Drinker didn't have time to pay attention to other things. He called Harry back directly. He couldn't bet on whether it would be useful for Harry to call his face directly with his hands. Moreover, he was not sure about his spell level. He was still confident. Voldemort was now at the level of a normal adult wizard, and he had just been cursed.

Upon hearing Drinker's words, Harry immediately stood up and ran towards Drinker.

"Ahem!" Harry just ran back to Drinker, and Quirrell stood up slowly.

"It's you, you were the brat that day!" Quirrell stood up and said with angry eyes.

"? It's okay?" Drinker was a little surprised. Her Divine Edge Shadowless Curse didn't cause any harm to Quirrell, and he didn't even bleed. This is not normal!

"How dare you show up? Okay, great, that's just right. I'll kill you too."

"Armor protection!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

Without paying attention to Quirrell, Drinker turned around and fired two magic spells.

The Shattering Curse is different from the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse. The former comes with explosion and the latter comes with tearing and penetration.

"Did it succeed?" Harry exclaimed as he looked at Quirrell flying backwards.

"Of course not. If Voldemort was so easy to solve, he wouldn't be Voldemort."

Sure enough, after a while, Quirrell stood up again, and this time his eyes became fierce again.

"What's going on!" Harry exclaimed.

Drinker was also a little surprised. It was unbelievable that his body was not injured at all after being hit by his curse.

However, in the magical world, this kind of thing is not impossible, but if there are no wounds, this will be a problem.

"Damn it, damn it, I was betrayed by you brats!" Quirrell said angrily.

"Let me come!" At this time, Voldemort's voice sounded again, his voice full of temptation.

"Master, Master!" When Quirrell heard Voldemort's voice, he immediately panicked and his whole person became different.

"? Something's wrong!" At this time, Drinker finally discovered something strange. Voldemort had just made a sound, and Quirrell didn't have such a big reaction, but now.

"Master, Director, you are too weak to do such a thing, so let me do it!" Quirrell said stutteringly. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into the submissive Quirrell again.

"Stop talking nonsense, you are no match for them, let me do it." Voldemort's deep voice came again, and this time, Quirrell did not dare to refuse Voldemort.

I saw him letting Voldemort out in fear. With Charlotte's hooded circles, Voldemort's ugly face also appeared in front of Drinker and Harry.

It was the most terrifying face Harry had ever seen: a chalk-white face with a pair of small, glowing red eyes, and a split nose, like a snake!

But at this time, Drinker suddenly noticed that Quirrell's hands were shaking.

"Ah~~~~!" Voldemort groaned, then opened his ugly mouth and smiled, and then stared at Drink and Harry.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said, his voice accompanied by a faint coldness that swept through Drinker's body.

"How could it be?" Drinker couldn't believe it. This was such an aura?Voldemort made Drinker feel fear with just his aura.

"Do you see what I have become? I live a more light and dark and hidden life... Now I can only share a body with others... But usually there are many people who are willing to let me use their hearts and minds..." De Link listened to Voldemort talking to himself. His eyes were always staring at Harry, but Drinker never appeared in his eyes. Even so, Drinker could feel that Voldemort brought The pressure comes on you.

"...The blood of the unicorn has been increasing my strength over the past few weeks...Didn't you see my loyal servant sucking blood for me in the forest? Now, as long as I have that elixir, You can create your own body... Why don't you hand over the stone in your pocket? Potter!" Voldemort said again, and Drinker had a feeling that he seemed to be unable to hurt him now. Voldemort.

When Harry heard his words, he unconsciously took a few steps back. Obviously, Voldemort's words made him feel fear.

"Expelliarmus!" At this time, Drinker also knew that he could not let him continue, so he directly used his strongest spell.

I saw a red light as thick as an arm heading straight for Voldemort. This time, Drinker used 120% of his strength to strike the blow.

However, this right blow was directly knocked away by Voldemort with his hand.

I saw Quirrell's body bending his arm at an indescribable degree, and then, with a slap, Drinker's red light flew away.

"Boom!" Drinker's disarming spell hit the wall directly, making a huge explosion and noise.

"How is that possible!" Drinker was stunned and picked up the magic spell with his bare hands. Is this something a wizard can do?

And with this degree of curvature, what about Quirrell?

Drink cleverly discovered that Quirrell's soul seemed to disappear at this moment, and his voice was gone at all.

"Oh, by the way, before that, we have to deal with your little friend." Voldemort spoke again, and this time he pointed the finger directly at Drinker.

"Not good!" The next moment Drinker rolled directly to the side, and as soon as he left his position, a stone thorn suddenly protruded from the ground.

If Drinker was still there just now, he must be dead by now.

"Bump, bump, bump!" Drinker didn't stop after rolling. He stood up quickly and immediately left his position.

Sure enough, within half a second, a stone thorn appeared at the same position.

As Drinker continued to escape, stone thorns appeared one after another.

"This level of transformation," Drinker couldn't breathe for a while.

Then he raised his hand and added three floating spells to himself, and then jumped directly into the air.

But what he didn't expect was that when he jumped into the air, a stone thorn appeared on the roof of the shed again. This time, he did not avoid it, and the stone thorn directly pierced his left arm and was nailed to the roof of the shed.