The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Aware of Quirrell's undisguised resentment, Voldemort's desire to be resurrected became even stronger.

It was because of his lack of power that even such a humble wretch dared to show disrespect to the great Dark Lord. Now he wished that this dog-like thing would be tortured immediately.

But now he can't do this, he wants to ensure that he is in the best condition, and he can't use magic before completing the ceremony, so he can only suppress the urge to teach the idiot in front of him severely, and draw a big pie for Quirrell, trying to trick him Drink it yourself.

Seeing the glass tube, Aini's hands were clenched tightly into a ball. Even if he used the dryness of life to delay Quirrell's life, without the energy supplemented by the unicorn blood, it would be difficult for Tom to guarantee his own strength.

He had been wondering why the Dark Lord had suddenly given up his coveted unicorn herd in the Forbidden Forest, and now the answer was revealed.

The glass tube that Bock traded to him contained the blood of the unicorn.

In Aini's induction, after being cast with the Stretching Curse, there is at least half the blood volume of an adult unicorn there.

This means that in other places, another pure creature died innocently, just for 800 Galleons.

It is undeniable that 800 Galleons is not a small amount in the wizarding world, but it is not a sky-high price either, less than one-fifth of the price of a Firebolt.

But just like that, a life that Aini loved withered, anger filled his chest, and his heart was filled with killing intent.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, Karaktacus Burke, must kill!

As for Quirrell, Aini gave him a contemptuous glance. He was just a dying wretch. He had no chance of killing him.

Under the temptation of the only way out, Quirrell still gave in. He picked up the glass tube and slowly moved it to his lips.

Hiding behind the phantom, Aini quietly watched another powerful curse entangled towards the double-faced man, without any intention of interrupting it.

This was also part of Dumbledore's plan, even if Tom could use special means to transfer most of the curse to Quirrell.

But as long as this top-level curse entangles him, all related souls will be polluted, leading him to a complete end step by step.

No wonder Dumbledore was able to die gracefully in the original book. It turns out that Voldemort's failure was doomed at the beginning of the story. The difference is nothing more than how long he can struggle and how much damage he causes.

And how important are these for an old man who has been disheartened and just wants to explore death as soon as possible and reunite with the departed family?

After drinking the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's aura gradually became stronger, and Voldemort also stretched his body on the back of his head. The full sense of power made them extremely intoxicated.

But what followed was the extreme coldness that seemed to condense all the malice in the world.

A more powerful curse power invaded the body full of traces of dried up life, like dry sand soaked in water, the two quickly merged with each other, and a more terrifying breath emanated from Qi Luo.

Voldemort also managed to free himself from the back of Quirrell's head little by little, and stretched out his thin, deformed arm to grab the wand in his hand, and the wand flew into Tom's weird hand with a "whoosh".

Quirrell was in the chaos of life and death, and he didn't know it.

The connection between them was getting smaller and smaller, and Voldemort was trying to attract the life energy in Quirrell.

Although Quirrell was used as a filter, part of the power of the curse still took root in the deformed body along with the life energy.

From a perspective that Voldemort could not see, gray chains passed through his soul, imprinting ominous marks on it.

After a few breaths, when Voldemort felt that the curse in his body had reached the upper limit he could suppress, he decisively stopped absorbing life energy.

With a wave of the arm holding the wand, a faint phantom of the sickle flashed past, cutting off the last connection between him and Quirrell.

"Repent in despair, stupid servant." After waving his wand to stop the bleeding, Voldemort turned into black smoke and smashed open the final portal, flying into it without hesitation, without looking at Quirrell the whole time.

It's no pity to throw it away like a shoe.

After severing contact with Voldemort, Quirrell also lost all his strength, and fell obliquely towards the back. After rolling twice, obscure flames evaporated all over his body, and Aini's mouth was dry from the strange color.

He couldn't say what color it was, he had never seen this kind of flame, and there was no description that could match it.

But at this moment, Aini didn't have any desire to explore, he just wanted to stay away from the wreckage of Quirrell, and he didn't want to be contaminated with that kind of flame.

Just when Aini was about to leave the room first, the flame disappeared.

Yes, it's gone, not extinguished.

When it was burning most vigorously, it disappeared inexplicably as if it had appeared without warning.

Only a shallow layer of ashes remained in place, and the furthest piece of clothing.

In fact, when Harry and the others came here, Aini hadn't recovered yet.

It wasn't until I saw the pure smile on the face of the little witch bouncing over, that I felt healed.

"Didn't Harry meet that person? It's really great." When Aini said that Harry was safe, the little witch believed him without any doubt.

"He met Voldemort, but..." Aini's expression became more and more strange, and he didn't know how to describe what happened to Harry now.

In the last room, there is a mark left by him, which allows Aini to "see" everything that happens inside.

With the supplies from Quirrell, Mr. Riddle seemed to be in good condition, with all kinds of magic at his fingertips, and Harry couldn't pose any threat to him.

But here comes the problem, he can't hurt the child either.

Not to mention touching the boy, without Quirrell, even the spell Voldemort cast would either fail or bounce back after touching Harry.

For a while Voldemort tried to use all kinds of magic to subdue Harry, but until now it was in vain.

Not long ago, Harry subconsciously launched an attack when he first met Voldemort.

I'm afraid that anyone who enters an unfamiliar room and suddenly sees such a large maggot that seems to have arms and legs will throw everything they can hold at hand.

Fortunately, the little wizard only lost a few spells, and didn't even throw his wand in the panic.

But there was no difference, Voldemort dismissed Harry's offensive lightly, and then launched a fierce counterattack.

At that time, his thought was that they had already done it anyway, so let's stop talking nonsense and subdue this kid.

So now Mr. Riddle regrets it very much, why not try to use his prestige at that time to see if he can bluff the boy with his words.

At first, Harry was terrified. The magic he could use could not cause any trouble to the devil, and the fear of death gripped his heart for a moment.

But after being hit by Voldemort's magic one after another, the boy found that the opponent's magic was completely powerless, and gradually began to become more courageous.

Since you are so weak, don't blame me for being hard.