Reborn Evil Wizard

A white mist enveloped the entire chamber, reducing the view to the lowest point.Just when Voldemort and Alanita were about to decide the outcome, Harry, who had been waiting for a long time, finally took action at this moment.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness in front of me, even if I stretch out my own hands, I can't see clearly, let alone other places.All that could be heard was the soft moaning of the girl in the distance, and Voldemort's special hoarse voice, the low-pitched incantation.

The Misty Curse is not an advanced spell. In fact, this spell is just a magic that can be mastered by an ordinary fourth-year student at Hogwarts after a week of practice. Harry knew that Voldemort was casting the Expulsion Curse, but obviously, in the past, he could easily master it. The expulsion spell, which solves the trouble caused by the mist spell, will not work here.

Because before that, he cast the medium spell Unreal like a shadow.

When the field of vision is blocked, the first reaction will of course be to restore the field of vision.This is a potential conditioned reflex, even the Dark Lord cannot avoid it.At this time, the expulsion spell is their best choice.Also because of this, he was completely unable to counteract Harry's first magical attack.

As the most powerful dark wizard in modern times in the wizarding world, Voldemort obviously has full or even blind confidence in his own strength.Moreover, Quirrell's physical fitness is not something that can be severely damaged by ordinary attack spells.But it's a pity that Harry has already analyzed his advantages before, so the magic that can make people hallucinate like a shadow can only block the opponent for a while, but it can't do no harm to the opponent.

The two auxiliary spells were just prepared by Harry to interrupt and slow down Voldemort's attack rhythm, and the real ultimate move was the third spell.In other words, it is a curse, an advanced curse technique, and a real dream.

The curse of the real dream is not an unforgivable curse, but in terms of its power, it is more terrifying than the unforgivable curse.Because this curse does not harm the human body, but the mind, or in other words, the spirit and soul.

Willpower is the best way to deal with such a curse, but Harry believes that if it is the Duke of Darkness ten years ago, he may be able to dismiss such a curse, but now he is so downcast that he even lost his body. For a person who can only breathe, such a mental attack is often more terrifying than anything else.

This did not come from Harry's inference and analysis, but from his intuition.Harry never believed in feelings, but only this time, when he saw the snake-faced man, he knew that the effect of real dreams might be greater than he imagined.

Will Voldemort, who has split his soul countless times, fall into a dream like the real reality and never come back?Harry didn't know, but he knew that if he himself had been cursed, with his heart full of regrets now, he would absolutely not be able to resist the temptation of that illusion.

What kind of dreams would the Dark Duke have?longevity?Rule the wizarding world?Still nostalgic for the past?Looking at the tall and stiff figure in the fading mist, Harry's dark green eyes were also confused for a moment, but in the next second, he regained his clarity and a disarming spell knocked Quirrell's wand into the air. .

Voldemort fell into a dream, but it doesn't mean that Quirrell is fine.The previous battle with Alanita had inevitably damaged his body, and he lost the absolute control of the Dark Lord, and he did not have the talent of his master to cast spells without a staff.So a rope appeared on his body out of nowhere, just like the way Harry was restrained before, Quirrell's limbs and whole body were tied tightly by the rope.

Ignoring Alanita, who was struck by the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses, and curled up in pain, Harry drew a silver dagger from the waist of his wizard robe.This is a sharp magic tool with magical luster shining all over its body. There is a huge emerald gemstone inlaid on the handle, and faint magic runes appear and disappear on the sharp blade. The use of magic, but it does not prevent him from knowing how powerful this weapon is.

On the morning of Christmas, Harry received two Christmas presents from which he did not explain, one of which was the Invisibility Cloak, and the other was the emerald dagger glowing silver in his hand.

Harry didn't waste time, because even a real dream couldn't really hurt Voldemort, and the Dark Lord might wake up at any moment, so what he had to do at this time was to step forward and use the weapon in his hand to bring the Dark Lord back to his senses. The real damage of the devil.

When hot blood spattered his cheeks, what Harry felt first was not fear, but inexplicable excitement.He slightly stretched out his tongue to lick the blood-red liquid stained on his lower lip. The salty and warm taste stimulated his taste buds, making his dark green eyes darken slightly, revealing a dark and wanton pleasure.

What the sharp edge of the blade slides is not the deadly heart, but the more fragile neck.The artery that pulled out a thin line of blood immediately gushed out like a spring in the next second, bursting out a beautiful and cruel arc of blood.Ron once said that the carotid artery is more fragile and fatal than other parts of the human body before.

You don't have to use magic to kill a person.Especially when the opponent is more powerful than you.

Blood flowed down his cheeks, and Harry licked the blood that could make him excited, and an empty sense of satisfaction gradually came to his heart.The tingling sensation from the scar on his forehead couldn't counteract his inexplicable desire, but this desire became more and more unbearable.

A kick to Quirrell's knee made the tall man howling in pain kneel in front of him.Harry grabbed his hair hard, tearing the half-moon-shaped cleft at the neck even wider, revealing the pale neck bone.Harry looked at the snake-shaped face in front of him, his eyes closed and his eyes closed, facing him in a nightmare.I just feel that my soul is screaming and wailing with longing, and I can no longer restrain it fiercely.

This emptiness, as if the soul was missing, prompted Harry's hand to touch this hideous face for the first time.The sudden pain caused the two of them to scream at the same time.Quirrell was dead, but the snake face that grew on the back of his head was distorted. The unbearable pain made Voldemort wake up from his eternal sinking. Almost in a flash, he immediately understood the current situation. He roared The whole face struggled. "No!...Harry Potter...get your hands off...get him off!...Voldemort never dies!...I'll be back! I'll come back to you with death, Harry Potter! … "

The palm felt like it was being burned by flames, but there was a slight sense of satisfaction in the severe pain.Harry felt as if he was absorbing something, like a hungry beggar begging for his first steamed bun in three days, the joy and pleasure from the depths of his soul made his whole body convulse unforgettable.

But just when he was about to take this rare delicacy into his mouth, the intense and powerful magical impact knocked Harry's whole body out in an instant, and his back hit the hard stone wall opposite, haha Li snorted, and the interrupted pleasure made him feel a little dazed for a moment. At this moment, a faint almost transparent silver thread exuding a dark atmosphere floated out of Quirrell's head, as fast as lightning in the blink of an eye. It completely disappeared without a trace.

At the same moment, Voldemort's growling ceased.Quirrell's body crashed to the ground, he was already too dead.

"Hmm... cough cough cough cough..." Harry supported the wall with one hand, and squeezed his chest tightly with the other hand, panting violently, his whole body seemed to be falling apart.He sat there quietly, staring at Quirrell's body opposite him.After a while, he endured the double pain on his forehead and back and slowly stood up.

Harry's face was extremely ugly, and at that moment just now, he felt that he had definitely missed something very important to him.But it’s too late to say anything now, as the Dark Lord said just now, he will not die so easily, and the next time Harry will face, it will not be the arrogant and blind Duke of Darkness like before, or After this time, Voldemort will use all means to deal with him.

"Still... can't..." Harry put his hands into his messy black hair dejectedly, looked up at the sky, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly.

Eyes full of exhaustion, Harry touched the mithril pendant on his chest and tilted his head. For a moment, loneliness and emptiness invaded his heart.Was it impossible to reach that person no matter how hard he tried?

I just want to get closer to him... a little closer...

The hand inserted into the hair fell down, and the black hair that had been growing for a year covered the eyelids. Harry was just thinking about things quietly, exuding a strange and gloomy atmosphere around him.

A shallow and weak moan interrupted Harry's contemplation, and slowly raised his head, and through the gap in his hair, Harry saw Elenita curled up on the ground.The girl who was tormented by the Cruciatus Curse and fainted was gradually waking up. Even in the low tide, Harry had to admit that sometimes the power of blood inheritance should not be underestimated.

This woman...Harry half-closed his eyes dangerously. He walked over to Alenita's side, stretched out his foot and kicked her waist unceremoniously.

Although the blood elves' bloodline is powerful, the people under their feet will not be completely awake for a while.After kicking a few times, seeing no response from the other party, Harry could only hold his feet in boredom. At this moment, his eyes were caught by something.

From the hem of the black gothic dress, a corner of a black book page was exposed.Involuntarily, Harry bent down and unceremoniously lifted the girl's skirt and pulled out the book.

The black lacquered cover, tattered cover, almost off-line binding, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary diary bought casually from a stationery store...

As naturally as if drinking water, Harry put it in his arms, and the next second, a figure appeared behind him——

"My boy, I hope I'm not too late..."

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