Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

With the flash skill of jumping longer and longer, Dean quickly intercepted the unknown creature attacking the unicorn.

"Qi Luo, do you think you can escape from my grasp?"

He could recognize it even with his eyes closed. Who else could it be but Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort?

"Quirrell" lying on the ground made a hissing sound like a snake, and Voldemort's voice appeared: "Mysterious Walker, it's you again! Why do you always want to ruin my good deeds?"

"Qi Luo's master?" Dean asked knowingly, "I didn't expect that you had been dormant for so long, and finally you couldn't hold it in anymore."

"Hibernating? I don't think so, I'm just waiting for an opportunity." Voldemort sneered.

"So what makes you think tonight is a good opportunity?" Dean asked with a smile.

"Dumbledore is not at Hogwarts tonight." Voldemort surprised Dean with his bluntness.

"That's it." Dean recalled it. It seemed that he did not see Dumbledore's name on the Marauder's Map today.

"It seems that you only dare to come out when Dumbledore is not around. How pitiful!" Dean said sarcastically.

"Haha, I just don't want to face two powerful wizards at the same time - Dumbledore's departure just gives me every opportunity to defeat them." Voldemort smiled cruelly.

"So your target tonight is actually me? Attacking the unicorn is just to lure me out?" Dean said softly.

"It's too late to react now! Avada Kedavra!" A strong green light shot from the wand in Voldemort's hand to Dean.

Dean stood motionless, seemingly not paying attention to the fatal Avada Kedavra; Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, had a cruel and proud smile on his face: The Mystic Walker will eventually be his. His arrogance cost him his life.

Seeing that Avada's Kedavra was about to hit the Mysterious Walker, the strong green light even reflected the clown's mask to perfection.

At this critical moment, the Mysterious Walker suddenly opened his mouth and blew lightly, and the Avada Kedavra suddenly reversed its direction and shot into the late night sky, almost sticking to the clown mask.

"This, this is impossible! You, how did you do it?" Even the well-informed Voldemort was stunned by the bizarre operation of the Secret Walker.

"That's ridiculous, how could you actually hit me with my wand?" Dean scoffed.

It was true that he returned the wand to Quirrell on his own initiative, but he did not give up the ownership of the wand, so he was actually still the owner of Quirrell's wand.

From the very beginning when he saw that Voldemort was still using the same wand, Dean had already put his heart into his stomach.

Quirrell, who had always wanted to get rid of Voldemort's control, also had his own cleverness. He used a memory isolation spell to hide the details of how to get the wand back from Voldemort.

Voldemort was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and he reacted as soon as Dean said it.

He had basically been in a dormant state before. Occasionally he woke up and saw that Quirrell had taken back the wand. He didn't think much about it. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, it misfired for this reason.

"It turns out it's the wand. Hum, you won't be so lucky next time!" Voldemort snorted bitterly.

"I advise you not to think about using Avada Kedavra without a wand. Your current body cannot support it." Dean reminded kindly.

He noticed a detail. After casting the Avatar just now, "Qi Luo"'s face covered under the hood suddenly had several deep wrinkles.

"Who said I must use magic to kill you?" Voldemort's expression suddenly changed, "Your arrogance has led you into the trap I carefully laid out from the beginning - come out, Nagini!"

Following Voldemort's roar, a thick black shadow whizzed down from the treetops above them. It was a strong snake.

The Mystery Walker seemed startled by Voldemort's roar, and by the time he reacted and prepared to dodge, it was already too late.

Nagini's slender and powerful body easily entangled the Mysterious Walker, and pointed its poisonous fangs at his head.

"Wait a minute, Nagini." Voldemort picked up the cane dropped by the Mysterious Walker from the ground and showed a cruel smile, "Before I kill him, I want to see his true face."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he waved his wand lightly, and a perfectly controlled wind blade flew past, splitting the mask on the Mystic Walker's face in half.

"Let me see, one layer, two layers... there are five layers of masks, well done!" Voldemort glanced at the mask fragments on the ground and said.

"No, it's Six Paths. You still have a mask on your face, right?" Voldemort looked at the mask and the Mystic Walker showed an expressionless poker face and smiled.

"Let me see what kind of face is underneath this last layer of mask that is close to the facial skin~" Voldemort reached out and grabbed the Mystic Walker's face, and a mask as thin as cicada wings fell down.

Voldemort's proud laughter also stopped abruptly, because behind the mask, the Mysterious Walker's true face turned out to be - Quirrell? !

"Everyone is petrified!" The mysterious walker's lazy voice sounded behind Voldemort, and Voldemort fell to the ground with an incredible expression.

Nagini, who was pestering the "Secret Walker", saw Voldemort fall to the ground, immediately screamed, let go of her body, and ran into the depths of the jungle like lightning.

"If you hadn't promised Dumbledore, you would never have been able to escape this time." The Mystic Walker snorted and stepped forward, turning the fallen Voldemort over on his back.

At this time, the ferocity on Voldemort's face had disappeared, replaced by Quirrell's horrified expression.

Beside him, the "Mysterious Walker" who had been entangled by Nagini fell to the ground like a stiff stone. It was a stone statue of Anubis with a dog's head and a human body.

"Shrink quickly!" The Mysterious Walker used the shrinking spell to turn the stone statue of Anubis into the size of a doll and put it away before turning to Quirrell.

"Hello, Quirrell. How does it feel to be controlled by the Imperius Curse?" Dean picked up the Mystic Walker cane that fell on the ground. Only he knew that there was no wand in the cane.

"Mr. Secret Walker, when did you find out?" Quirrell asked in horror.

Voldemort thought that his plan was foolproof, but he didn't expect it to be cracked so easily by the Mystic Walker.

"What did you find? Are you controlled by the Imperius Curse?" Dean asked.

"No, I mean the whole trap." Quirrell blinked desperately.

It's a pity that the Mystery Walker seems to turn a blind eye to this.

He looked down at Quirrell and said softly: "Quillo, I don't know who made this plan, but it seemed very stupid from the beginning."

"You wanted to lure me out and unwisely attacked the unicorn again. I don't understand why your master used the same method. Wasn't the lesson learned last time profound enough?"

"That, that's because you have repeatedly warned not to try to attack unicorns, so the master believes that unicorns have an extraordinary effect in your heart, and the fastest way to lure you out is to attack unicorns. The horned beast takes action." Quirrell said tremblingly.

"That was a wonderful misunderstanding..." Dean said in a voice so low it was almost inaudible.