Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

Both are acting.

Amber wouldn't be mad, keeping up with a boss like Voldemort, he was just looking for an opportunity to get out.

And Voldemort naturally couldn't take servants at this time. He was an extremely sensitive person.

He won't let any servant see his weakness until he gets the body.

Especially a Cadmus, a more noble existence than him in terms of blood.

Voldemort just wanted to disrupt Amber's train of thought for a one-hit kill opportunity.

Anecdote, under the act of each other, the two people seized a fleeting opportunity, and the best magic came out of their hands.

The lightning thunderbird and the life-suppressing spell hit each other at the same time, and it was worth two people to fall backwards one after another.

"Hahaha... What about Cadmus, he died here after all."

Seeing the green light hitting Amber, Voldemort smiled brightly.

But when he saw Amber's figure swaying and standing up again, the smile on that ugly face instantly froze.

"How could you—"

"Why didn't I die?" Amber cracked a smile and looked at Voldemort defiantly, "Guess what?"

Even though he said that, Amber's heart was extraordinarily lucky.

Voldemort, or Quirrell's Death-Catching Charm, was nearly impossible to defend, the speed and magic that hit Amber long before he could.

But at the same time as the death-killing spell was on the body, Amber's necklace shone brightly.

Douglas's magic items are indeed extraordinary, and I don't know what principle they used to actually block a life-threatening spell.

But this is not without cost.

At the same time as the necklace dimmed, half of the magic power in Amber's body was instantly drained.

Even Amber couldn't help staggering, the stinging pain of the soul and mental exhaustion made Amber dizzy.

"As expected of Voldemort, really scary"

Amber shook his head sharply, jumping up when he saw Voldemort was about to raise his wand again.

At the same time, with a wave of the wand in mid-air, thousands of invisible sharp arrows formed in an instant and shot towards Voldemort overwhelmingly.

"Arrow through the heart"

"Master be careful."

Feeling the thousands of sharp magic powers in the air, Quirrell hurried to dodge.

He had seen the scene of Amber's Halloween fight, the kind of mysterious magic that could draw deep marks on the walls of Hogwarts, and he was not able to resist.

Voldemort would not protect his body, he would only resent why this servant was so useless, unable to stop even a single magic.

Therefore, Quirrell instantly regained control of his body, the light from the tip of his wand disappeared in an instant, and he ran to the side in a panic.

"Trash! How dare you—"

"Master, calm down..."

The voices of the two exchanged were intermittent, although they were not heard. Something practical, but Amber kept his eye on it.

That's all I could do, Voldemort grabbed control of his body forcefully as he ran to the other side.

One after another, the curse of not wanting money hit him continuously, causing Amber to be in a state of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"No, I can't run away like this."

Finally, after dodging a few spells and picking a few less important ones, Amber hid beside a big tree, gasping for breath.

"It's obviously unrealistic to want to run back to Hogwarts, this guy won't allow me to run this far."

"Under such an attack frequency, the door key can't be used. Once the use of the door key is interrupted, then I will be completely locked here."

Weighing the pros and cons, Amber held the wand tightly in his hand.

He did see it. The current synergy between Voldemort and Quirrell is not tacit.

This may be the only opportunity he can take advantage of.

"Thunder Soars!"

With this thought, Amber waved his wand, and the Lightning Thunderbird reappeared, whistling and pecking at Voldemort in the cold wind.

However, this time, Voldemort, who was on guard, swiped his wand in a mysterious arc in mid-air, and a branch next to him suddenly changed, turning into a big snake, entangled with the thunderbird.

"That's all you can do? Cadmus!"

Seeing Voldemort's invincible stance, Quirrell yelled wildly.

"Shut up, idiot."

"Yes, Master."

After severely reprimanding Quirrell, Voldemort was just about to start again, but found that the Thunderbird in the air and Amber behind the tree had disappeared.

There was only a rustling voice that kept moving away into the depths of the jungle.

"Trash, chase!"

Voldemort was in a hurry, Amber must never go back to Hogwarts, otherwise, once he reported it to Dumbledore, his state would not be able to escape the curse of the old man.

What's more, his identity must not be revealed before he has obtained the magic stone.

So seeing Amber flee, Voldemort too. Raise your feet to chase,

Horizontal and vertical Amber is now panicking, fleeing towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

escape!

Run away!

Run away!

That was the only thought in Amber's mind at this time.

The Lightning Thunderbird is already his strongest means, but it is such a means that Voldemort can crack it at will.

Coupled with the life-threatening spell that he couldn't avoid with one hand, Amber couldn't think of any countermeasures that could match.

Now even signing in is just a delusion. In front of Voldemort, as long as his mind is slightly shifted, he will definitely be killed by this devil in an instant.

The only thing that can be done now is to find a way to use the complex environment of the forbidden forest to create a space where the door key can be used.

Bowing his head to avoid the curses behind him, Amber jumped and fell down a hillside.

"Huh? Where did that kid hide?"

Seeing Amber's figure suddenly disappear, Chino, who was chasing behind him, was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly ran over.

When he saw the steep hillside, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and his hands and feet suddenly felt cold.

"Lord...Master, Cadmus has run away."

"Trash!" Voldemort's hoarse voice came from the back of Quirrell's head again, "Turn me around."

Quirrell turned around, and Voldemort's ugly face was facing the hillside. As he took over Quirrell's body, he waved his wand, and a thin line of fluorescent light continued to spread from under their feet into the depths of the jungle.

"That direction, hurry up!"

Quirrell was amnesty, and hurriedly chased in the direction indicated by the magic, while Voldemort was hiding on the back of Quirrell's head, gasping for breath.

This kind of tracking magic is also very expensive for him. In addition, he is in an unstable state now. Forcibly using such magic, there is a faint sign of leaving Quirrell.

This made Voldemort hate Amber even more, and kept urging Quirrell.

At this time, in the jungle, Amber could see the thin magic silver thread behind him, and cried out in his heart that he was lucky.

At that time, when he rushed down the hillside, it was not that he didn't think about hiding in place.

As long as he can make the illusion of escaping forward, once Quirrell and Voldemort make a mistake, he is 80% sure that he will press the key to escape.

When Amber's fighting instincts had saved him over the years, he felt a great fear in his heart.

This made him make a decisive decision and continue to abscond.

Sure enough, if he had really been hiding on the spot just now, he would have already become the ghost of Voldemort's subordinates.

"Damn socket face haunts."

Looking at the faint figure behind him, and the various curses that kept hitting the tree trunk next to him, Amber cursed in his heart.

He casually threw a Thunderbird Charm behind him, enduring the dizziness that his magic power was about to be exhausted, Amber gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the front.

It's not that he didn't know that saving mana was the key at this time, but Quirrell was chasing after him, and this was the only way to go.

Sometimes drinking doves to quench thirst is not stupid, but helpless.

He now pinned all his hopes on that location in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, a location he knew only from Gryffindor chatter.

Running away for a long time made Anbo's physical strength exhausted. At this time, he also began to selectively avoid the curse behind him.

Some spells that only inflict pain, not impede movement, Amber begins to hard-wire with his body.

He was extremely grateful to Grindelwald. The drill from childhood to adulthood made him have an extraordinary resistance to pain at this time.

Finally, when he heard the faint sound of water flowing in the distance, a bright smile appeared on Amber's face.

arrive!

Hearing the sound of the water getting closer, Amber stopped abruptly and turned back to face Quirrell.

"You...you...you keep running."

Quirrell, who was chasing him all the way, was also out of breath. As a wizard, his physical fitness was not much higher than that of Amber.

But even so, Quirrell's wand-holding hand was rock solid.

The tip of the wand is firmly locked on Amber, and if you get a little closer, the spell will never fail.

"Cadmus, with your level of magic, coming to Hogwarts must be more than just going to school."

"It's better that we cooperate, with the help of Lord Dark Lord, all your ideas can become reality."

As he spoke, Quirrell slowly moved forward, quietly approaching the optimal distance between the two.

Amber turned a deaf ear to Quirrell's words.

All his attention was now on Quirrell's wand.

His magic power has been exhausted, plus the magic power necessary to make arrangements later.

At this time, he can only release one more magic, which must be guaranteed.

After finally approaching a suitable distance, Quirrell waved his wand, and light blue light shot out instantly.

At the same time, seeing the light flickering at the tip of the wand, Amber's wand was also in front of him, quickly drawing a line of fire.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Mirror of Charlie"

The reflection function of Shalier's Mirror was maximized by Amber at all costs.

The moment the Cruciatus touched the Mirror of Charlie, it was reflected and hit the unsuspecting Quirrell.

"Except your weapons!"

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