All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 44 Voldemort shut up!

Many years later, facing the transfer student Lind, Quirinas Quirrell will recall the terrible night when he went to Albania alone to encounter Voldemort.

Now, at this very moment, in the afternoon of September 1991, 9, the sun has not yet completely set below the horizon.

Quirrell's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he lay weakly on the ground. The light from the candlestick on the wall illuminated his huddled shadow. The poor man was convulsing and shaking unconsciously. Voldemort had poisoned him so deeply that part of his body and soul had mutated. When Lind forcefully extracted the remaining soul, Quirrell suffered the same pain as Voldemort.

It wasn't the trauma that made people howl in horror, but more like the fear of falling into the bottomless abyss.

"Professor. Professor, are you okay?" The transfer student's voice seemed to come from the water. Quirrell felt a strong feeling of drowning. Then, a warm wind blew from all directions, and he felt the existence of his body again. .

"Ah! Huh! Huh—" He struggled to breathe, like a baby released from the mother's womb, and then he began to cough violently.

Lind helped the weak Quirrell up and poured a few drops of the Water of Life and Death into his mouth. This is a powerful sleeping pill that can make the user forget the pain and fall into a temporary peaceful sleep.

"what is this?"

"Water of life and death, professor, you should have a good rest. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

Quirrell was lying in Linde's arms, showing a pitiful and desolate expression after taking the water of life and death, "No, don't let me...disappear..."

"Shh, don't worry, everything has nothing to do with you. Have a good rest." Linde poured some alchemical potions into Quirrell to help him recover from the pain.

After he settled the sleeping Professor Quirrell, it was his turn to deal with Voldemort's remnant soul.

Linde looked at the black soul stone in his hand. The main personality of the second generation Dark Lord was in it. A faint green line wandered on the surface of the soul stone. If you get close to the soul stone, you can hear threats and curses coming from it.

……

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry Potter suddenly covered his forehead.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

The lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt, as if it had turned into a fresh wound. He tried to press it so that the wound would no longer be exposed to the air, but the pain did not come from the outside world, but from his soul.

He was surrounded by pain, and the joyful voices of the classmates in his ears disappeared in an instant, as if he was thrown in a lonely gray field, Harry wanted to shout out.A hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. It was a vaguely familiar face with black hair and silver pupils, overlooking Harry. He felt that he had turned into a cloud, a cold ghost. Intense phantom pain.

The black-haired figure stretched out his palm, and the sky was also covered. The palm was like a curtain hanging from the sky, and the vast and boundless blue vortex occupied the field of vision. The earth floated high into the sky, like dust, falling on the edge of the cloud.

Falling, falling, he heard "himself" shouting: No...

Wang!Wang!Two barks broke the last hallucination.

Harry woke up suddenly, and the pain from his scar disappeared in an instant.

"Are you okay?" the students around asked with concern.

"I, I'm fine." Harry didn't know how ugly his face was. He stopped talking for a while, until almost eight o'clock, Ron was about to leave for confinement, and Harry hurriedly went with his friends to see him off. .

……

"I have not been involved in the history of the wizarding world before. But just as I have not experienced the World War, I only know the tragedy that happened during the rampage of the Dark Lord. Voldemort, Tom, when you slaughtered wizards and martyrs with the Killing Curse with impunity Melon, when you torture others with the Cruciatus Curse, you are extremely confident in your own power." Linde stroked the black soul stone in his hand, like a jeweler playing with a collection, but his tone was cold, even peaceful.

Voldemort, trapped in the Soul Stone, was destined to be unable to defend himself. Linde wouldn't want to hear his excuse either. For such a murderer and the creator of horrific acts, no matter how noble a moralist is, if he wants to excuse Voldemort, he will be at a loss for words.

"Think about it, Fu, when you're living in peace, your work is orderly, and the Ministry of Magic is stupid, but it doesn't make you feel bad. You can communicate with people, try to make friends, have fun, go through the day, Lying in bed, reflecting on your past, tired of the foreseeable mundaneness of the future. But none of this stops you from going to a wizard bar and ordering a giggle and letting yourself laugh uncontrollably."

The soul stone was trembling slightly. It seemed that a certain Parseltongue was not friendly. He didn't want to hear young Linde talking nonsense here, condescendingly accusing him of his political orientation and life behavior.

Lind ignored Voldemort's unusual movements and spoke in a more leisurely tone, "You see, most people's lives are like this, and people are used to peace. When you brought war and disaster to the magical world with your blood theory, did you ever realize that you How reactionary is his behavior? You don’t know, yes, you rely on the power of black magic and are the supporters of those pure-blood families. So when you choose violence, you should know that if one day, someone’s magic power will win. By passing you, that person can easily play with your life, just like you did with those innocent people.”

The soul stone vibrated more violently, like a cell phone constantly alerting of incoming calls.

"That's right, I'm going to show you something. To deal with someone like you who refuses to admit defeat, the culture I come from has a hundred ways to make you look decent. However, I decided to choose an interesting one. I don't know if you have any I have never read or heard of a book called "Life and Death Fatigue". Oh, I forgot that this book was published fifteen years later. Then have you heard of the Six Paths of Reincarnation? Huh? The ancient culture from the South Asian subcontinent , is it possible for it to be brought back to the mainland by British colonists?"

Lind stood up and took off Professor Quirrell's purple turban, "Don't you think these coincidences are interesting? You are possessed by Quirrell, and he wraps you in an Indian-style turban. This purple cloth is like your mask. (mask), your skin. Now, I will make it into the blood and flesh of an animal to carry your spirit and soul."

Fierce magic was operating, and the magical energy provided by the Eye of the Tower had the nature of divine power. Lind soaked the turban with immortal magical energy, washed away the traces of this material left in time, and then used the transformation technique to transform the dead object. For living things.

"I found that your nose is very short, which often makes you feel inferior. But I will soon help you correct this shortcoming. You will have a long nose that can even reach into the potato chip packaging barrel."

The purple turban transformed into a white Russian wolfhound. Its appearance was extremely handsome and heroic, but its eyes were dull. As Linde placed the remnant soul of Voldemort in it, the dog immediately became lively.

It roared like crazy, as if it was in disbelief, then it looked fierce and tried to bite Lind, but before it could make any move, all its teeth turned into soft rubber. Its bite was pointless, and it couldn't even penetrate Lind's robe.

"Good dog!" Lind smiled and rubbed Voldemort's dog's head. "Have you not understood the situation yet? Tom, if you want to annoy me, then I don't mind letting you turn into an earthworm and then be pierced by me on a fishhook. Go up and sink into Lake Baikal to feed the fish.”

The Borzoi howled in pain and lay down on the ground crying.