Across the heavens, I am the Avatar Sword Master

Harry shuddered again when he saw another face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Why would someone have two faces, and the other one looks so disgusting.

"Chen Yu!...You deserve to die!"

Voldemort's face began to move and quickly moved to Quirrell's face.

This was the second time Voldemort had been so insulted.

The first time was when Chen Yu's strange spell shattered all his equipment, and he fell naked from the sky, forcing him to flee in a hurry.

The second time, Chen Yu's sneaky crushing spell dented the bridge of his nose.

Looking at the two enemies in front of him, Voldemort wanted to tear them into pieces.

One is a person who causes him to lose his body and strength, and the other is a person who makes himself suffer humiliation.

But the most important thing now is not to kill them, but to use Harry to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

He knew that the old immortal Dumbledore would never let him obtain the Sorcerer's Stone with his own hands, so he could only obtain the Sorcerer's Stone from the magic mirror with the help of others.

The best candidate among them is naturally Harry Potter.

Only people who are not interested in the Philosopher's Stone can get it from the Mirror of Erised, something Voldemort has just realized.

Once he obtained the magic stone from the Mirror of Erised and regained his power, killing these two little wizards was nothing more than a simple matter.

Voldemort stood up, smiled an ugly smile, and said to Harry: "Harry, do you know who I am?"

"Vol...Voldemort?"

Harry held the pistol hidden in the wizard's robe tightly. Although this weapon may not hurt Voldemort, it also gave him the courage to talk to Voldemort.

"Yes, I am Voldemort."

Voldemort nodded.

Seeing Voldemort admitting, Harry immediately took out the pistol in his arms, pulled the trigger and pointed it at Voldemort: "It is indeed you, you devil who killed my parents!"

"It seems that you hate me very much? That's right. It seems that you already know that I killed your parents with my own hands. You should hate me." Voldemort did not take Harry's threat seriously and continued to use The hoarse voice said: "Actually, I admire your mother very much. She has a high talent for potions. If he hadn't followed Dumbledore, joined the Order of the Phoenix and became my mortal enemy, I would not have hurt you at all. 's mother..."

"Harry..." Voldemort tempted Harry with words: "Don't you want your parents to be resurrected?"

"resurrection?"

Harry's eyes flickered, caught off guard by Voldemort's words.

"Yes, look at me. I was killed by the rebounded killing curse. Look what the powerful me has become now... only shadow and steam are left, humblely possessed by rodents, and still curious. Luo agreed to allow me to invade his mind so that I could share a body with him and possess a form for a short period of time. This is the tragic scene of being killed by the Death Curse."

"After being killed by the Death Curse, your parents' souls have been enduring pain all the time. They don't have as powerful a magic power as mine, so they will always be empty and wandering between life and death. They can neither go to the afterlife nor the world after death. Becoming a ghost, wandering in an invisible place, unable to perceive or think."

"But I can resurrect your parents, just like me. I only need to use the power of the magic stone to shape the bodies of your parents after resurrecting, and then use magic to pull the souls of your parents out of the invisible place. , so that you can be resurrected.”

"So... Harry, if you want your parents to be resurrected, please help me take the Sorcerer's Stone out of the magic mirror and give it to me. I swear that I will never attack you or your parents again."

Voldemort's voice was so seductive that Harry was almost convinced by Voldemort.

parents?

What a distant yet intimate word.

Every deserted night, Harry always imagined how great it would be if his parents were still alive.

His mother would make him exquisite new clothes like Mrs. Weasley, and his father would personally teach him how to play Quidditch and show off his brilliant achievements.

He would never wear his cousin Dudley's old clothes again, nor would he live in a narrow stairway storage room, nor would he often go without enough to eat at home.

I will have a happy childhood and live happily with my parents. I will not be separated from my parents briefly until I receive the admission notice to Hogwarts at the age of 11.

Chen Yu didn't expect that Voldemort's IQ was actually on the line this time, and he used words to coax Harry into going to the Mirror of Erised to get the Sorcerer's Stone.

Avada's Kedavra curse kills the person who is struck by the curse, leaving no scars, not even the soul.

Unless there are people here who die as ghosts, die as ghosts, die as hope, and die as misfortune, otherwise if they are hit by the death curse, they will really lose their souls, and they will not even be able to become ghosts.

Moreover, the reason why Voldemort is alive is because of the existence of Horcruxes. This is the fundamental reason why the Death Curse cannot kill him.

"Harry, don't be fooled, what Voldemort said is completely false!"

Chen Yu reached out to pull Harry, hoping to wake him up.

As a result, the hand went directly through Harry's body.

Chen Yudun felt that something was wrong.

As Harry turned into a black mist, the entire room was also shrouded in black mist.

Chen Yu felt a sense of physical discomfort, dizziness, and even breathing felt like his lungs were on fire.

Using Occlumency to clear his emotions, the Voldemort in front of him transformed into Quirrell again.

He stood in front of Chen Yu extremely arrogantly: "Hahahaha, Chen Yu, the master is really clever. It only takes a little magic to make you lose your way and find the east, west, north, and south."

"It's too late for you to break away from the illusion now. Harry has been controlled by the master."

"I won't let you disturb the master. You just need to stay in the black mist obediently. Anyway, it won't be long before you die wailing in the black mist!"

Chen Yu quickly cast a head soaking spell on himself, and then used a magic shield to isolate the black mist.

"Master's black mist is endless. You can't find a way to escape from the black mist!"

"As long as the master obtains the body, my body can be free again!"

"Ah, freedom! Only now, my body belongs to me!"

Quirrell shouted excitedly, wondering if he had been stuck with Voldemort for a long time. At this time, Quirrell was somewhat crazy.

Chen Yu put on the hanging ring, then pushed it out with force, using Watum's wind.

Watum's Wind can use the power of wind to form a protective cover in a certain area, which can not only blow away dust, but also isolate pedestrians.

Chen Yu wanted to blow away the surrounding black fog. Although as Chen Yu expected, part of the surrounding black fog was blown away by the power of Watum's wind, but surprisingly, he did not see any stone pillars around him. exist.

No, he clearly remembers the size of this room. Unless the black mist contains the power of the Traceless Stretch Spell to expand the entire space, he will definitely be able to see walls or stone pillars through the black mist that he has dispersed. .

The more urgent the moment, the less Chen Yu can afford to panic.

All spells must require the wizard to use magic power to maintain their existence, otherwise they will lose their effect.

Voldemort even absorbed the unicorn's blood and regained some of his strength.

But according to Quirrell, he should be trying to control Harry now.

Now that he has left Quirrell, Voldemort, who only has his soul, should not have that much magic power to maintain the effect of the Traceless Stretch Spell.

Unless, the one who maintains the existence of the black mist is the very arrogant-looking Quirrell.

It was Quirrell who used his own magic power to support the existence of the Traceless Stretch Curse and the Black Mist.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu's eyes lit up and he divided into nine clones, each holding an M61 Vulcan cannon.

Looking at the metal barrel that began to rotate, Quirrell recalled how helpless he looked when facing countless bullets in the Forbidden Forest.

"No! Chen Yu, Chen Yu, don't be impulsive, everything is still negotiable..."

"We can serve the Dark Lord together. As long as Voldemort regains his strength, you and I will be the equal of one person and more than ten thousand people."

Facing the threat of the Vulcan Cannon, Quirrell was no longer as arrogant as before.

Ten Chen Yus shook their heads at the same time and rejected Qi Luo's proposal.

"Quirrell, I have no interest in being a nine-thousand-year-old. How many divisions does Voldemort have? Feel the truth only within range, and then go to hell!"

"Da da da da!"