Chapter 119 Harry Is Coming! Stupid Ambush
"Wayne Lawrence!" Voldemort roared in shock and anger.
"It's me, Professor." Wayne nodded, "Are you surprised to see me?"
Shock your mother!
Voldemort stood up with a ferocious look on his face.
It's Lawrence again!
"Why are you here!"
"Let me see how effective my mechanism is." Wayne said matter-of-factly, "It seems that the effect is pretty good now, you should have experienced the fun.
Harry ran up behind Wayne while the two were talking.
Thank God, a savior appeared.
"It's you!" Voldemort and Quirrell both understood.
Their information was correct, it was all Wayne's fault.
"You knew I was in Quirrell's body?" Voldemort asked in a hoarse voice with a gloomy face.
"Dumbledore had already guessed it." Wayne 'corrected': "I didn't guess it."
"So he sent you to die?" Voldemort smiled grimly:
"The old guy still has the same routine. He likes to be a locked turtle and send a group of weaklings to provoke me."
Voldemort raised his wand. In order to hide his identity in the Forbidden Forest last time, he failed to use many of his magic spells.
And that strange patron saint also found a solution in his recent thinking.
Wayne arrived just in time, he could take care of the two little wizards he hated most.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Quirrell wailed miserably, and Voldemort used strange black magic to swallow up Quirrell's flesh and blood, in exchange for a short-lived and powerful magic power.
This magic is a peak that Quirrell has never experienced before, but now his consciousness has been tortured to the point of collapse and he cannot be happy at all.
"Lawrence, let's forget about the long-term relationship between you and me!"
A flash of green light faintly appeared on the tip of the staff. Wayne picked up the thin Harry and threw him into the corner.
Snapped!
Still using the familiar killing curse, Wayne shot out lightning, and the two magic powers collided, sparks bursting out.
He wanted to test how strong the current Voldemort's magic power was before he could decide on the next battle strategy.
The sound of sizzling was heard endlessly, and Wayne's expression became much more relaxed.
Even the potential that Quirrell's life could unleash was nothing more than that.
Voldemort was the first to stop. There was only so much flesh and blood, and the more he used, the less he would use. There was no way he and Wayne could continue to waste it.
The withdrawn magic power rotated and turned into crimson flames, converging into three flame pythons, burning the air and making a crackling explosion sound.
"All curses end!" Wayne stuck his wand upside down on the ground with his backhand. The golden light stopped the spread of the fierce fire, and both of them died together.
Then he stared into Voldemort's scarlet eyes.
"Speechless fear!"
A horrifying picture appeared in Voldemort's mind, making him dazed for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he realized that a blue curse was very close at hand.
Pieces of black mist emerged from Voldemort's body, corroding the spell.
"Lawrence, you are indeed the most outstanding genius in Hogwarts after me." Voldemort waved his wand, and black tornadoes formed one after another.
"No! It should be said that you are much better than me at that time!"
Although he looks very ugly, Voldemort's movements are very graceful.
The magic wand turned into a conductor's baton, and black magic weaved into music, killing people and killing people.
Wayne focuses on defense. He has never heard of many black magics and does not dare to be careless.
These should be Voldemort's own improved magics.
At a certain point, the spell becomes an obstacle that limits the wizard's upper limit.
The predecessors created and the descendants developed. Only by incorporating everything into its own system can the group find its own personal path.
Obviously, Voldemort has already surpassed this state.
But this is also an excellent opportunity for Wayne. He has talent and a future, but his vision and experience require time to accumulate.
Voldemort was like a conscientious teacher, demonstrating his understanding of magic.
It's just that this teacher is a little bit strict. Once Wayne makes a mistake, he will pay the price with blood.
"It's a pity, it's really a pity." Voldemort, who had the upper hand for the time being, started talking more.
The magic spells on my hands are not stopping, and I am still using the speech cup sense.
"You know what?" Voldemort sighed: "You were led astray by that hypocritical guy Dumbledore."
"Look at the spells you have mastered. How many powerful black magic are there?"
"He doesn't let you learn black magic because he is afraid that you will surpass him and threaten his influence on the magic world.
"Lawrence, you are so smart, you must be able to see through it, right?"
Wayne shattered several dark ghosts and retorted with a smile: "The problem is that you have learned so much black magic and you are no match for Dumbledore, right?"
"When you took the whole of England by storm, why didn't you dare to come to Hogwarts even once?"
Voldemort's face was as dark as water, and he rushed out of the wand with two killing curses wrapped in anger.
"What do you know? I'm just not sure of winning!"
"As long as you give me another ten years, I will definitely be able to defeat him head-on and kill him!"
Harry, who was squatting in the corner with his head in his hands, heard that Voldemort actually slandered Dumbledore, and he didn't know where he got the courage to stand up and shout loudly:
"Even if I give you a hundred years, you are no match for Dumbledore!"
These words were like adding fuel to the fire. Voldemort looked at Harry ferociously and raised his hand to cast the Unforgivable Curse.
"Crucio!"
"Ahhh!"
Harry immediately fell to the ground, wailing, and then Wayne took action unhurriedly, thus breaking the effect of the spell.
This was a lesson deliberately reserved for Harry.
If you don't have the strength, don't push around. Voldemort and I are having a good time. If you suddenly come out and make fun of him, who will you punish if you don't punish me?
It's just the Cruciatus Curse, it won't kill anyone, it can teach him a lesson.
Harry soon passed out due to the pain, and the battle became intense.
Voldemort gave up his bewitchment and became more ruthless with his attacks. Wayne ducked and nimbly avoided several spells. He seized the pause in Voldemort's attack and launched a decisive counterattack.
Groan!
The loud roar of the dragon echoed, and a silver-white dragon claw condensed into shape and grabbed Voldemort.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Voldemort sneered, his mage robes fluttered, and his whole body swelled.
The wailing soul of the victim floated out from under the middle robe, turned into a tangible entity and wrapped around the patron saint. Black smoke and white threads rose, and the stalemate actually happened.
Boom!
A magic spell hit the beam, and huge rocks fell, stirring up large amounts of dust.
Voldemort raised his finger and the boulder flew towards Wayne.
Wayne tapped his wand, and in an instant, the boulder turned into pink petals and fell to the ground.
"You think you can stop me like this?"
Wayne glanced at the dragon claw that had been half worn away, and turned the wand in a fancy circle. Suddenly, a large piece of white mist floated out, forming a complete Star-Forged Dragon King, with red arcs flashing on his body.
The moment it came into contact with the red arc, the wronged souls were distorted, black smoke floated rapidly, and finally disappeared.
Bang!
Voldemort, oh no, it was Quirrell who received a claw on his head so hard that he was almost deformed.
Harry, who had just woken up, saw this scene and immediately became excited.
"Harry, it's my fault."
Wayne's voice was clearly imprinted in his mind, and Harry was stunned.
Borrow what?
Soon, he understood.
"Harry comes flying!"
Voldemort was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, and his wand was cut into two sections. With a move of Wayne's right hand, Harry flew over uncontrollably.
"Hold his face!"
There seemed to be magic in his voice, and Harry subconsciously obeyed, pressing Voldemort indiscriminately.
"Ah! Ah! Ah——!"
Voldemort let out a shrill scream and had blisters on his face, but at the same time, Harry's headache became worse and worse.
He subconsciously wanted to let go, but then Wayne took action.
"Incarcerous!"
The rope that appeared out of thin air trapped the two of them together. Voldemort and Harry seemed to be competing with each other to see whose voice was louder, with each screaming more miserably than the other.
"Professor, why don't you take this opportunity to keep him?" Wayne suddenly asked.
There was a flash of fire, and Fawkes appeared out of thin air with Dumbledore.
A cloud of black mist floated out of the unconscious Quirrell's body and rushed out the door.
"Dumbledore!"
"Tom, we haven't seen each other for a long time, why don't you stay and catch up on old times?"
Dumbledore took action, and a fiery red cloud floated out from his wand, filling the entire room.
But this only made the black mist thinner. After a second's pause, Voldemort broke through the blockade and disappeared into the wall.
"Don't be too proud, Dumbledore!"
"I am immortal. One day (bdfg) I will kill you and Lawrence!"
The room echoed with Voldemort's vicious curse before he disappeared. Dumbledore was not surprised, but shook his head regretfully.
"It's really sad for me as a teacher. At least I taught him the art of transformation for seven years."
"But Senior Newt said you teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and often tease the students." Wayne said quietly.
Hearing this, Dumbledore was very happy: "Oh, Newt, do you remember? But that's not teasing, I'm just teaching the students how to be more cunning."
"Actually, I actually want to try every subject." Dumbledore became interested and even started chatting with Wayne regardless of the occasion:
"But I only taught three subjects: Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration before becoming the principal.
"There is no shortage of teachers in other subjects, which is a pity."
"Then you are truly an all-rounder."
"No, no, no, Mr. Lawrence, you will be better than me when you come.
"Wherever you are, you are the greatest principal."
"Don't say that. I always feel that I deserve it. You are the most talented student..."
On the ground, Harry, who was still tied tightly to Quirrell, stretched out with difficulty.
You two should stop bragging each other in business, I can still save you.
boom!
Harry fainted completely and lay limply on the ground making a sound, which attracted the attention of the two people.
Dumbledore said a little embarrassedly, "I'm going to take Harry back to the school infirmary first. How about we meet there later?"
Wayne nodded, "I'm just going to find Hermione. See you later."
The old man took Harry away first, and Quirrell was also taken away.
Wayne summoned Gardevoir and apparated back to the previous room.
When Hermione saw his appearance, she immediately rushed towards him excitedly.
"Wayne! How's it going inside?"
"Who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"
"It's Professor Quirrell, Voldemort is inhabiting him."
Wayne first told Hermione the answer, admiring the little witch's surprised expression, and then said with a smile:
"Harry was very brave and jumped on Quirrell to fight with him. In the end, the two of them fought together... Voldemort finally escaped.
The huge amount of information caused Hermione's little brain to shut down for a moment, but on the way back, Wayne explained the ins and outs, and she fully understood.
Then came the shock.
The Dark Lord actually stayed in the school for a whole school year without anyone noticing.
this is too scary!
"Go back and have a good sleep." In front of the portrait of the fat lady, Wayne gently helped her smooth her messy hair.
"Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore. He only dared to attack this time after leaving school, but he didn't expect it to be a trap.
"So there's nothing to worry about."
The little witch nodded slightly and then asked: "Where are you going?"
"The principal still has something to ask me for. I'll go to the school doctor's office and then go back to the dormitory."
"See you tomorrow then." Hermione stood up on tiptoes and gave Wayne a goodnight kiss before running into the lounge.
Touching the wet spot on his cheek, Wayne smiled, turned around and walked down the stairs.
On the second floor, the school doctor's office.
Harry and Ronald were already lying on the hospital bed, and Madam Pomfrey complained to Dumbledore.
"There is a dark wizard in the school. You only know now that the students discovered it.
"How did you become the principal!"
It was also the first time for Wayne to see how terrifying Madam Pomfrey was, even Old Deng had to be disciplined.
Seeing him appear, Dumbledore seemed to have seen a savior and quickly said to Pomfrey:
"Sorry Poppy, I'll leave this to you, I still have some things to deal with."
With that said, he grabbed Wayne, who was still a little confused, and hurriedly left the school doctor's office. Pomfrey's muttering could be heard behind him.
"One Defense Against the Dark Arts professor a year, let's just cancel it!"
Oh, he came here just to be a shield for feelings.
The two came to an open-air balcony. The stars in the night sky were particularly bright, like a hazy gauze spread on the ground.
"Principal, where's Jon Lo?" Wayne asked first, sitting on the recliner.
"Are you still willing to call him Professor?" Dumbledore looked at him with interest.
"Of course." Wayne said with some regret: "Quirrell, oh no, Voldemort has taught me a lot of useful knowledge this year."
"It's a pity that he ran away all of a sudden.
The old man suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
If he hadn't been frightened by your complaint letter, would Voldemort have given you a lesson at the risk of being exposed?
"Quirrell will never wake up. He just made a wrong step and embarked on a path of no return." Dumbledore sighed:
"Power and knowledge can always make people lose their way. By relying on this method, Tom has bewitched too many wizards."
"Mr. Lawrence, this is also the second time you have dealt with Tom. What do you think of him?"
Dumbledore asked curiously. People with higher status often view things from different perspectives.
He wanted to know what attitude Wayne, a young wizard from a high-ranking Muggle family, had towards Voldemort.
"Professor, why do you call him Tom?"
Wayne asked a rhetorical question first.
"Tom Riddle, this is Voldemort's original name, and it is also the name of his Muggle father."
Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and looked at the lawn below: "He hated his mixed-race identity, so he gave himself a new name."
"Tom was the most outstanding student in history before you."
Wayne nodded suddenly.
He had to find an excuse for his source of information, so he asked this question.
"Honestly..." Wayne clasped his hands together, thinking, and organized his words:
"Based on what I've learned over the past year or so, Voldemort was actually very successful in the past."
"Except for schools, almost everyone in Britain is frightened by him."
Dumbledore did not deny it. This was indeed the case. The Ministry of Magic at that time had almost ceased to exist in name only.
"what about now?"
"He's just out of his mind right now." Wayne smiled: "Every pig knows that those traps you set are for Harry, and he fell for it stupidly."
"If I were Voldemort, I would drink Ronald's Polyjuice Potion, then encourage Harry to get the Resurrection Stone, and then kill him.
Dumbledore:"