Reborn Evil Wizard

Looking at the little boy with black hair and emerald eyes who stepped out of the black flames, Quirrell smiled as he wished.

Harry looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was standing in front of a huge mirror with that ridiculously ugly turban on his head, and smiled slightly weirdly.

"I'm still wondering if I'll run into you here, Potter."

Quirrell changed from his usual cowardly and stammering pitiful expression, and let out a harsh and sneer that sounded harsher than usual, "It seems that my idea is indeed correct. Mr. Potter, I have to say, you came very well. Time." Maybe it was because he was used to hearing the other party's stammering speech in the past, but when he heard this slowly and pretendingly elegant aristocratic tone, it was difficult for Harry to get used to the kind of intentional, seemingly in order to make his guess right. Express the joy that others can't understand.

So, with a relaxed shrug, he decided to say something to stop the guy from babbling in front of him. "I think, should I say I'm surprised, Professor Quirrell?" Because he was facing a fact that had been known for a long time, Harry's calm face did not show the slightest wavering emotion.

"Oh, Potter, Potter. I have to admit, you've always been a bright boy, surprisingly smart, and very lucky. Quidditch didn't kill you, and the Halloween trolls didn't even kill you." Didn't do you any harm, let alone being able to come here alone... Ah, what's especially annoying is that," Quirrell squealed, staring at his slightly obscure dark green pupils, "this damn kid is being attacked everywhere. With Dumbledore's protection, I have absolutely no chance to solve his enemies for my master."

Harry smiled slightly, saluted gracefully like a breeze blowing his face, and took the sarcasm as appreciation as usual, but frowned thoughtfully when the other party mentioned the word master. "Thank you for such a compliment. Then, the purpose of your coming here, oh, excuse me, may it be the Philosopher's Stone hidden here by Mr. Principal."

Although the question was a question, Harry answered it with certainty. He narrowed his eyes and carefully watched Quirrell's every move, secretly thinking about the possibility of snatching the Philosopher's Stone from the other party.In fact, he was relieved when he learned that Quirrell did not get the Philosopher's Stone. After all, he saw clearly that night in the Forbidden Forest. Such a terrifying and powerful Quirrell was not like him who had just learned magic for only a year. Even if his talent is high and he works hard on weekdays, time is an irreparable gap, at least for now.

"Being able to find the Philosopher's Stone, it seems that you have really put in a lot of effort. This is better, and it will facilitate my next activities...and, it will be better to kill you!" Just after hearing Quirrell's gloomy words With a snap of his fingers, Harry was firmly bound by the rope that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Potter, you are an uncertain factor. I have been looking for a chance to kill you, but I have been able to succeed. If possible, I even hope that the other person can come here. Unfortunately, that old guy Dumbledore took the lead again One step. Although I don't know why he didn't take care of you this time, but now I want to tell you with regret, Potter, it seems that today you have to sleep here forever."

Maybe the calmness of the boy on the opposite side and his performance as a captive could not please Quirrell. He turned around, turned back, and faced the mirror with a chilling sneer, "Of course, maybe you should be thankful that you can Live some time, then first let me take a look at this interesting mirror. Well, tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone hidden?"

Ignoring the tight and even uncomfortable ropes around his body, Harry still acted complacently. He looked around. It was an empty underground classroom, but there was nothing left, not even a table and chair that could represent it. Only the huge two-person-high magic mirror in the middle, when the familiar magic runes engraved on the gorgeous golden mirror frame came into view, an unknown smile appeared on the corner of Harry's lips.

That's right.He thought of Dumbledore, who had been crazy all this time, and realized that neither his face nor his arrival was accidental.It turned out that all his actions were under the applause of that old lunatic, and as a pawn, he was proceeding step by step according to the plan he had made.

Perhaps the only thing he doesn't know is that from the beginning to the end, he fully understands what he is chasing and the role he needs to play.After all, few people would reveal everything to him as clearly as Draco Malfoy did at the beginning.

Seeing Quirrell who was not far away completely immersed in the fantasy he saw, Harry slightly moved the fingers bound behind him, and at this moment, a low, hoarse and unusually unpleasant voice interrupted him At the same time, it also interrupted the meaningless imagination of Quirrell who had fallen into hallucinations.

"Fool, use that boy... get him over here..."

Harry's dark green pupils shrank suddenly, and he recognized it. This was the voice he heard in the Forbidden Forest that night, another voice from Quirrell's body.

He was a little excited, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.Finally, he was finally made to wait for this voice, which is why he came for such an adventure this time.Suppressing the unbearable desire to devour something violently.Feeling the intense pain from the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, Harry grinned silently.

Not feeling anything strange about the boy, Quirrell turned around and grabbed Harry, then pushed him down in front of the mirror. "Tell me boy, what did you see?"

Quirrell stared at the blurry mirror, lowered his head and asked in a deep voice.He was very close, almost touching Harry's ear, which made Harry's head hurt even more. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and felt the bloody smell from his lips, which made him recover slightly. Sober, he heard his voice so cold that there was almost no emotion at all saying indifferently.

"Excuse me, what do you want me to see? I can't see anything except a blur."

In fact, he saw him in the mirror pull out his pocket, revealing a stone as red as pigeon blood, and then Harry felt the actual weight of the stone appear in his pocket.In other words, he got the Sorcerer's Stone, one step ahead of Quirrell.

The situation is simple and surprisingly light.But Harry didn't relax at all, he took a step back, and at the same time as the harsh and hoarse voice sounded, his magic power exploded, and he broke free from the rope that bound him in an instant.

"He's lying...you idiot...he got the rock...you idiot...let me out...let me talk to him..."

Harry snorted and raised his wand.Seeing that Quirrell took off his long-lasting scarf tremblingly with a pale face, revealing his weird head that seemed out of balance.

"Finally, has Ken come out? So, what should I call you? The Dark Lord, or Voldemort? Or do you like... Bereaved Dog?"

Facing the disgusting slender face on the back of his head, Harry finally revealed his sinister nature for the first time.

Maybe he never thought that Harry Potter, who had always been shy or even obedient, would figure out Snakeface's identity first, and even uttered unceremonious humiliation.It was as if what was facing him was just a trash fish at the mercy of others, not the dark overlord who controlled the world in the past.

This not only made Voldemort, who was furious in an instant, show fierce murderous intent, but also let a person who should not have been exposed completely expose his identity because of a choking sound.

A green light shot out, and a shallow figure appeared. The straight black hair like silk, the delicate gothic lace skirt, lively eyes, and rosy and small lips all revealed her beauty. Sweet and lovely breath.

It's a pity that the two... er, well, two and a half men are not ordinary people. They turned a blind eye to the cute expression of such a sweet girl, and were just wary of her appearance.

"Hi Harry..."

The feeling of being picked out by someone is not so wonderful. What's more, when watching the play and seeing the excitement, Alanita embarrassedly greeted Potter, who glanced at her indifferently, and hurriedly explained, " Well, I ran into Hermione, and he said you were in danger, so I ran over worried. Harry, are you alright?"

Harry didn't answer her. Harry had never trusted Alanita, not to mention he became more confused after seeing what happened in the Forbidden Forest. Now, he thought of the last level black flame.Since Ron couldn't come here, how did she come in?

Still, even if he wasn't interested in her, someone was interested.

"Look... who's here." With a horrible smile on his ugly face, Voldemort sneered sharply, "Last time you let that one run away... Tom, this time... can you still run? "

Alanita suddenly faced the hideous and strange snake face, and she was prepared in her heart, but she was still so frightened by the terrifying nightmare-like face that she screamed, and took a few steps back in embarrassment before she stabilized her figure.

"Ha...Harry?" She looked at Potter, who was indifferent, with a pitiful expression of fear, "This, what is this... He, isn't he Professor Quirrell?"

"Hey, you actually asked me who he is?" Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise, raised the corners of his lips as if he couldn't believe it, and sneered coldly, "Didn't we meet a few days ago, I see You seem to have a good relationship."

These words came from no one's mouth and were not terrified by the effect Harry Potter said in person. Alanita's expression froze for a moment, and the body walking towards him stopped, and said with a dry smile, " You, what are you talking about?"

"That's right...you two...leave all to me today!" As if he couldn't bear it any longer, Voldemort growled in a low voice with a cruel look on his face.He launched the attack first.

The target is Alanita.

The male voice lurking deep inside her immediately took over her body.The battle in the Forbidden Forest of yesteryear is recreated again.Harry retreated to a corner and watched with cold eyes. He still had some understanding of the origin of Voldemort behind Quirrell's head, but what he didn't understand was why the same weird change would happen to Alanita.

At least, she didn't find a grimace on her head or anything.

Harry was delighted to watch the dog bite the dog. He was thinking about the spells he had memorized in his mind. At this moment, what kind of spell could play a key role.

He didn't know much advanced magic, but Harry wasn't in a hurry. He set his sights on Alanita, who began to change after falling into a disadvantage.

I saw that her aura gradually began to change, a sweet and greasy scent of blood came out, her ears grew longer, the skin around her body began to turn red, and her hair gradually turned orange.The speed became faster, and the spellcasting became more fierce. For a while, the two sides seemed to be evenly matched again.

This should belong to the awakening of a kind of blood power. Harry has seen such a situation in the book, so he immediately associates it with Alanita at this time.

"I have to admit...you have found a good substitute." Voldemort did not hide his praise, but his voice sounded more dangerous and cold, "It's a pity...the Dark Lord will let him know...the fate of daring to offend me ...how it will be!"

Even a young blood elf girl who has awakened the power of her bloodline can't compete with a Dark Lord who is in his prime and possesses huge magical power to kill countless people.What's more, it's not Aleneta who controls this bloodline now.

"bump--"

Alanita couldn't dodge and was hit directly by a blasting curse, and fell straight to the opposite cold wall.The right arm twisted strangely into a right-angle shape, and the sound of cracking bones echoed in the empty secret room, appearing clear and harsh.The wand fell from her hand, and Elenita groaned, awakened by the pain of the fracture, opened her eyes, and faced Voldemort's hideous face.

"I will not kill you...I will keep you imprisoned in the dark abyss forever and never see the light of day..." Voldemort raised his arms slowly, waved the wand at his fingertips, and said softly and cruelly, "— Cruel to the bone!"

A green light shot at Aleneta, who was already limp and unable to move anymore, and at the same time, a low and cold voice accompanied by several consecutive dazzling rays of light sounded faintly behind the Dark Demon King with a ferocious smile on his face.

"—PhantomCurse! (PhantomCurse)"

"—FogCurse! (Fog Curse)"

"And—Dream of the trueth! (True Dreams)"