Chapter 98 Will Dumbledore mourn for you?
Snapped!
Rove, who was soaked in the lake water, followed the ball and escaped again.
The young man had to leave. There were too many mermaids swarming in. He really didn't peek at the patriarch's wife taking a bath. The mermaid with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a thunderous face was just shouting non-stop at the "sister-in-law".
Rove looked up and came to a familiar place this time.
Especially when I saw the bronze-bottomed granite Slytherin statue built in the reign of Duncan I of the Kingdom of Scotland, the sense of familiarity was even more overwhelming.
Gah... Rove finds himself back in the secret room again, you're trying to escape, can you "randomly" Apparate more reliably?
Voldemort was still commanding Quirrell, looking for the cauldron containing the elixir of life, and when he looked up, he found that the boy had returned.
Provocation, serious provocation!
He, Voldemort, had never experienced such slights and insults... what? Got beaten up some time ago?
Hitting the back of Quirrell's head, what has it to do with him Voldemort.
Rove didn't leave immediately, he was afraid of apparating to the bottom of the Black Lake again and meeting the group of mermaids, and Voldemort didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything, so he suddenly said loudly:
"Scamander, I... the Dark Lord, want to talk to you face to face..."
Rove hid behind a rock pillar to prevent being attacked. He asked loudly, "What do you want to talk about?"
Quirrell turned around, revealing the face from the back of his head, which was extremely pale, with red eyes that could shine, and two nostrils that were as slender as snakes.
Voldemort whispered, "This is the first time we've met, I actually met Grandpa Ni... Newt Scamander."
Voldemort seemed to be reminiscing. With a hoarse voice, he laughed and said:
"At that time, I was very young. He came to Hogwarts and temporarily taught a few lessons on the protection of magical animals. I was already deeply attracted and admired his rich knowledge in the field of magical animals."
Rove is a little tired, you have something to talk about, what's the relationship with it... Voldemort will not say something like Malfoy:
Scamander, are we actually relatives?
Or to put it bluntly, I'm actually a fan of Newt?
Fortunately, the Dark Lord still has a tone, he changed the subject:
"I have always admired the Scamander family. You are a pure-blood wizard, aren't you, son? You are of noble birth and outstanding talent. Why don't you work for me? I need you... underlings."
Voldemort wanted to say servant, but when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed his name to a more euphemistic one.
Both the restricted area and the Sorcerer's Stone were set up by Dumbledore, and the principal should have never left Hogwarts from the beginning to the end.
Rove was going to wait for Dumbledore to clean up the mess, so he deliberately delayed the time and replied:
"You look like this, you can only hide on the back of Quirrell's head, are you sure you can recruit me?"
"Then you should follow me all the more." Voldemort smiled.
"Death will come, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe every other month, maybe in the next year... But death will never leave, approaching you step by step, and I, the great Dark Lord... Even though I was hit by the Death Curse, I did not die.
I have proved my immortality,
I have gone farther than anyone else on the road to longevity! "
With a hoarse voice, Voldemort bewitched:
"You may have heard my notoriety from Dumbledore, but it's all slander!
Shameless slander! ! "
"My child, I'm not a vicious wizard, but rather kind..." Voldemort's voice became extremely gentle, and he used the housekeeping skills he used to deal with those witches when he was young, and persuaded him very patiently:
"I am willing to share the secret of death with my subordinates...Scamander, if you join the Death Eaters now, I will give you great power and enjoy endless glory and wealth."
"Son, return the potion to me, I know it's with you! After I'm resurrected, crawl at my feet...listen to my teachings...I'll teach you how to live forever...come!!"
Through the dim light, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his hand, as if waiting for a poor lamb who had lost his way.
"So you got the Philosopher's Stone?" Rove frowned.
"easy."
Voldemort took the dull stone from his pocket and smiled, "The Dark Lord can do anything...if he wants to.
Dumbledore can't stop it! "
"But I really don't have the potion you want." Rove spread his hands and said, "If you are willing to lend me the Philosopher's Stone, I can help you find the potion."
"Very well." Voldemort said with anger in his voice, "If this is your choice, Scamander, then all I can say is sorry..."
"Kill him!" he screamed suddenly.
Quirrell turned around and raised his wand, but there was a sharp bird call in the air earlier, and the hissing sound seemed to be whimpering, which made Quirrell feel sick and frightened.
He hastily waved his wand and cast an ear-blocking spell on himself, only the buzzing sound in his ears blocked the call of the Witchbird.
But the short pause had already made Quirrell lose the opportunity. Several black vines wrapped around his ankles at some point, and suddenly suspended him in mid-air.
The black vines clung to Quirrell's body like a snake. He was so strangled by the shrinking vines that he couldn't speak, and couldn't cast magic at all.
The devil's net whipped him like a long whip, a series of lashes sounded like spring thunder in the secret room, and another boulder wrapped in vines hit his head.
Qi Luo, whose head was severely injured, fell heavily on the slate floor like a broken kite, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was like gold paper.
Quirrell pressed his elbows to the ground, his head was in a heart-piercing pain, but there were vines climbing up, and he could only try his best to make his body fall back.
The tide-like offensive made Quirrell overwhelmed, and Voldemort said angrily:
"What a waste, I will control your body."
Quirrell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become extremely sharp.
Voldemort cast spells directly without a wand, and the blood on his body turned into a cloud of black blood mist. The moment the entangled vines touched the blood mist, they immediately burned and smoked.
Voldemort waved his arm, and a fire python wrapped in flames emerged in the air, spinning around him rapidly, burning away the vines.
Devil's Web is afraid of fire, which is its fatal weakness when facing wizards.
Without the surprise attack of the vines, Voldemort stood up. He raised his wand, his face became ferocious, and silver-white light shot out, like a knife cutting tofu, and blasted towards the distance.
The gorgeous white light exploded, illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day, and the air waves scattered wildly. Rove had no choice but to back away to avoid the impact of the explosion.
Fortunately, there are countless rock pillars in the room that can be used as shelters, and Rove is extremely flexible in moving around.
He was like a slippery loach. Although he couldn't organize an effective attack and could only be beaten passively, the Dark Lord's spell couldn't hit him at all.
Voldemort grew impatient. He raised his wand, and a black flame spewed out and landed on the ground.
The flames of the devil burned fiercely, and quickly condensed into a thick black snake with a bowl mouth. It poked out a huge head, and its eyes were as black as ink.
The black snake curled up on the rock pillar, hung its body down, stuck its head out and spit out the snake letter towards Rove, making a noise, as if it was a demonstration and a warning.
Voldemort raised his wand high, and the tongue of flames instantly reached several meters, hovering and flying over the chamber of secrets, and the heat wave hit his face.
The fiery snake hovering in the air dripped drops of black flames, and each drop of flame suddenly grew larger in the air, turning into the shape of a magical creature. After dozens of them, the flames fell to the ground and ignited further away. shoot away.
"If you don't bring me back to life, you will all die... The flames of the Fiercefire Curse can continue to devour and grow stronger, and it will eventually destroy Hogwarts!"
Standing in the flames, Voldemort looked like a demon god. He raised his head and let out a beastly roar that pierced his eardrums, and finally laughed loudly:
"Scamander, when you die, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?!"
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(Thanks for the rewards of "Forever Red YNWA", "Listening to the Luming in the Deep Forest" and "Ji Chang".)