The Necromancer of Hogwarts

The Sorting Hat rippled with layers upon layers of ripples, and the hundreds of years of school songs stored in it were released. Countless school songs converged into soul-killing, sweeping across all directions. .1kanshu

Coupled with Ravenclaw's celestial magic and Slytherin's space magic, three powerful magics came together in an instant, covering Voldemort and Quirrell.

The stars were rotating, the magic power was turbulent, and the boundless starlight evaporated the magic power emitted by Voldemort, making the black mist around him become thinner and thinner.

Space transformation, far and near, is unpredictable. The changes in space block Voldemort's dodge direction, and also make the trajectory of starlight unpredictable, making it impossible to dodge.

The combination of these two great magics had already cost Voldemort a lot, but what really made him feel the crisis of life and death was the great magic left by Gryffindor.

The layer upon layer of ripples, just touching Voldemort, made Voldemort feel as if his soul was being roasted on a fire, almost to the point of being roasted out of oil.

The great soul magic stored in the Sorting Hat contains hope and enthusiasm, which is completely opposite to Voldemort's soul. It is the most powerful magic that restrains Voldemort.

Under the attack of three powerful magics, Voldemort suffered heavy losses in a matter of seconds. The black mist on his body dispersed, and the possessed Quirrell turned pale.

"Master! Let's escape, let's escape!"

"Keep your body useful, there will always be a day when you can make a comeback!"

cried Quirrell earnestly.

Voldemort gritted his teeth bitterly: "Escape? Where to escape?"

"Dumbledore is cunning, and Slytherin's space magic confuses the concept of direction. You will be attacked if you go forward, and you will be attacked if you go forward."

"Now that I can get the Magic Stone in one go, I can make up for all the losses. If I run away, the price I pay will not be much smaller, and I will still be left empty-handed, unable to gain anything."

"I will get the magic stone today at any cost."

Quirrell was also in trouble and couldn't say anything: "Master, what can I do for you?"

Voldemort said calmly: "You don't have to do anything, Quirrell, just let me do it."

"I want to get the Philosopher's Stone at all costs, and you are the price to be sacrificed."

Quirrell's expression froze: "???"

In an instant, he understood what Voldemort meant and felt Voldemort's cold emotions.

Quirrell's eyes showed extreme panic, but a black mist enveloped him, making him unable to move at all.

A shadow condensed in the black mist, which was the image of Voldemort. He borrowed magic power to briefly transform into a form.

Voldemort held a wand in his hand and pointed it at Quirrell.

For a moment, Quirrell seemed to be frozen.

"Qiluo, you should be lucky to be able to become the casting material for this great magic."

Voldemort chanted low syllables in his mouth, and his magic power almost boiled, turning into violent winds and raging waves, buying him time under the bombardment of three great magics.

“Live by the definition of where you are at this moment.”

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort's wand clicked again, and a death curse flew out and hit Quirrell.

Quirrell's life ended immediately. He never dreamed that as the hero of Voldemort's comeback, he would be sacrificed so casually.

"Your death is meaningful, Quirrell. Don't worry, I will give you honors after death."

"If you are in your current state, you will be considered dead."

Voldemort's hands were like holding mountains, and he raised them with difficulty.

"Refer to the state of life."

"I have no heartbeat or pulse, and I have no body, so I am not a living person."

"Refer to the state of death."

"I have consciousness and magical power, and can interfere with the world of life, so I am not dead."

"That being the case, I am neither alive nor dead. Neither on this side of life nor on the other side of death."

"All magic targets either the living or the dead. How can it deal with my existence, which is neither life nor death?"

"This is a great magic that is neither life nor death."

Obscure fluctuations were heard, and Voldemort's existence immediately became extremely strange.

Neither life nor death, neither here nor on the other side, the power of the three great magics bombarded him, but they seemed to be bombarded in the netherworld, directly passing through Voldemort, without causing any harm to Voldemort.

"This is the great magic I use to conquer death. Although it is a small price to pay, if you can get the magic stone, it will be worth it."

After completing this big magic, Voldemort soon moved up against the three big magics and gradually came to the center of this area.

A huge group of life force is swallowing here, converging on a stone densely covered with alchemical patterns.

As soon as he saw the appearance of this stone, Voldemort's eyes immediately showed a greedy look.

There is no doubt that this is the Philosopher's Stone, an ancient alchemical creation restored by Nicoléme, a miracle that has entered the realm of life.

The Nicolème couple have lived for six hundred years with the help of the Philosopher's Stone, and they can continue to live as long as they wish, which shows how vast and majestic the life force in the Philosopher's Stone is.

If this kind of power were obtained by Voldemort, it would be enough for him to easily reshape his body and return beyond his peak.

By that time, the wizarding world will once again be shaken by Voldemort.

Voldemort walked forward step by step and stretched out his hand towards the Philosopher's Stone.

"One step, just one step away!"

There was no obstruction at all, and the expected trap set by Dumbledore did not appear. He really touched the Sorcerer's Stone.

At this moment, extreme joy filled Voldemort's heart.

He was like a dry sponge, desperately absorbing the life force from the magic stone. His dry soul couldn't wait to ask for the power from the magic stone to nourish himself.

"This feeling! This feeling!"

Voldemort was laughing.

The life force in the magic stone poured out, forming a storm around him.

And in the center of the storm, a body formed by the magic power of life is taking shape.

Every inch of this body has almost perfect proportions. It is handsome and powerful. It retains great power without side effects. It is simply the perfect body for Voldemort.

When the body was completed, Voldemort's soul almost couldn't wait to get in.

"Heartbeat, pulse, blood flowing..."

"There is also this abundant magic power, this feeling that the soul is protected..."

Voldemort summoned a mirror and admired his newly acquired body. He couldn't be more satisfied.

"With this body, I can fight even Dumbledore."

Just when Voldemort was haunted by joy, a voice sounded in the space, making Voldemort freeze there.

"Tom, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still have the same problem. You don't love others, the only one you love is yourself."

Voldemort raised his head and looked at where the sound came from. Dumbledore was standing there.

Voldemort's pupils contracted.

"Dumbledore..."

"Is this also part of your calculation?!"