i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 97

Rigg and Hermione had been paying close attention to Harry.

As soon as Harry moved, they discovered the small pocket that was flat and suddenly bulged a little.

There was a smile on the corner of Rieg's mouth, and he went through the battle plan for a while in his mind again.

Only Ron didn't see anything, he rubbed his arm boredly.

After being nervous for a long time, Quirrell didn't notice them, and Ron relaxed after being nervous.

"How?" Quirrell asked Harry impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry shifted the scarf to cover the pocket.

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he made up, "I, I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Ron changed his position to hold the sword, and he felt his right hand go numb again.

Quirrell started swearing, "Go away, stupid boy."

He began to concentrate on tapping the mirror again, trying to find out the mechanism that didn't exist.

Harry felt the precious Philosopher's Stone against his thigh as he meekly stepped aside.

Run away with it now?Rigg and the others are still here, even if he escapes successfully, what will happen to his friends?
Harry just took a few steps back when he heard a gloomy voice speaking, exactly the same as the voice scolding Quirrell just now.

And Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"He's lying. Let me talk to him, face to face..."

After resting for a long time, Voldemort felt that he was fine again.

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"I still have this strength."

He is on.

Quirrell raised his hand to remove the scarf from his head.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face.The face was dead white as chalk, but with black stubble and burnt marks.

His bright red eyes shone with light, and below them were two long and thin nostrils like snakes.

What was supposed to be a terrifying picture turned out to be hilarious because of the black spots on the eyelids and face.

Ron squeezed his mouth shut, afraid he would laugh out loud.

Rigg also admired this scene, Voldemort's face is not like a kiwi now, it is as bumpy as the surface of the moon, obviously he has done a lot of experiments with his own face.

Starting the battle with the miserable image of the enemy, Rigg felt much more confident at once.

"Harry Potter..." whispered Voldemort, who finally came out.

"Look at what I've become!"

Voldemort's ugly face was full of resentment, and before he turned around, he began to growl: "All I have left is shadow and vapor. Only when I share a body with others can I have form."

Forced to act together with Quirrell, who he didn't like at all, and to heal Quirrell's weakened body every day, lest he also dissipate and die. This was something the proud Voldemort didn't expect when he possessed.

He just treats Quirrell as a replaceable scrap.

"Oh, yes, you and your little friends also prevented me from getting unicorn blood. I was seriously injured..." His voice was like a snake spitting out a letter, hissing.

"Once I get the elixir, my Philosopher's Stone."

Rieg curled his lips in disdain, who said that the Philosopher's Stone is in your pocket?

"I was able to recreate a body of my own..."

Voldemort concealed the second half of his sentence, and with his own body, Quirrell could die.

he thought grimly.

"Well, why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket?"

So he knew!Harry's legs suddenly felt again.

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to turn around so he could get a better look at Harry Potter.

Voldemort, who finally came out, blinked his eyes, and the black hair that had grown back at some point fell into his eyes, and physical tears almost came out.

This is far more than the pain of getting eyelashes in the eyes.

Even if he asked Quirrell to clean up the hairs that didn't know why they appeared, there are still many roots on his face that need to be removed every day.

Harry knew that this was the Voldemort who was trying to kill him, and he wanted to back away, but his legs couldn't control them and kept shaking.

That's it, Rieg clenched the biting cap in his hand.

His thoughts seemed to be received by Hermione, and a strange singing sounded suddenly.

This is the most sung pop song in the wizarding world in the past 30 years, but every word Ron sings is out of tune.

Hearing that Quirrell was disturbed, his temples throbbed.

He likes this song very much.

Even Harry and Rigg, who had heard it for a long time, felt very uncomfortable. Harry came back to his senses at once, and he staggered back.

Then came the rustling, and the sound of frantic footsteps, which seemed to surround Quirrell, in every direction.

Hermione, who sneaked over, supported the nervous Harry, and pushed him forward.

Her hand just touched lightly, giving Harry a little strength.

Rigg canceled the Disillusionment Curse on Ron at once, and after Ron appeared, the running sound stopped.

Ron, who was still distracted, didn't expect the war to start so soon.

He suddenly appeared and Voldemort, who had turned his head to look at Ron, looked at each other.

In a panic, Ron swung the long sword that made him feel most secure. He muttered about what Rigg had entrusted to him before he entered the room.

"Big pendulum, big pendulum, run away after hitting the head... big pendulum..."

Ron's mind went blank, only the words Rigg told him remained.

"what!"

He swung the long sword vigorously, and under Quirrell's horrified eyes, he slammed it on the head.

The long sword, which had been polished by the ground for a long time, exerted its power at this time, cutting into the top of Quirrell's head like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Voldemort, who was caught off guard, screamed out, his shape almost disappeared, and he stabilized himself again.

Ron sat down on the ground with one hit, which saved his life.

An ominous-looking green light flashed in his direction, hit the classroom wall, and dissipated.

Ron ran back and forth, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.

Harry, who was in a safer place, swallowed, wrapped the scarf around the palm of his right hand, and cast his most proficient Fire Charm.

Of course Harry was also in pain, but the pain awakened his mind and fighting spirit instead.

On the battlefield, Ron is in critical condition, but he is not the only one fighting.

It doesn't matter, Rigg will make a move!
Before Voldemort could attack Ron, who had attracted hatred, Rigg canceled the Disillusionment Curse on himself.

He ran two steps forward, and put the biting cap on the face of Voldemort, who had just been seriously injured.

Voldemort, who was about to continue attacking Ron, turned around, and the mouth of the biting hat seemed to say hi to him.
Voldemort watched the familiar hat get closer and closer to him...

"Do not------"

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　　The update at night should be able to kill Voldemort, let's see if I can take a day off tomorrow,
　　What kind of job is the author, and he can only rest two or three days a month.

　　Because on the 6th, in order to bid farewell to Mr. Jiang, did you ask for leave, which means that you can only rest for one more day this month?

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　　The pain mask is on.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)