The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The Little Superman of Hogwarts - Chapter 078 [Ancient Runes]

That night, in a secret underground chamber of Azkaban.

Voldemort had completely transferred his soul into a Dementor's body. This was something only a madman would attempt. Moving a human soul from one body to another was already insane, but Voldemort clearly had even more unique ideas!

He actually moved his soul into a Dementor's body! At that moment, the Dementor's body trembled violently, its robes seeming to turn into a ghostly substance, becoming incredibly ethereal.

He was about to succeed in parasitizing! This would be the greatest innovation in magical history!

However—at that instant, an incomparably powerful magical force came from behind Quirrell's neck.

A Superman shimmering with golden light appeared in the underground chamber!

The Superman radiated a golden light belonging to the mind. As soon as he appeared, he projected the power from his body onto the entire underground chamber. The Dementor's body instantly suffered corrosion, and under the golden light, the Dementor's body became translucent.

Voldemort suffered heavy damage!

But this was clearly not the end! The magical Superman spent less than a second to roughly understand the situation. He clearly possessed his own intelligence. He was a person!

"You're really ugly!" The magical Superman swung his fist and struck the green magical tether, instantly severing the connection between Voldemort and Quirrell!

"No!" Quirrell fell to the ground, clutching the back of his head in agony, roaring incessantly.

The green tether was the high-speed channel for transferring Voldemort's soul. At this time, Voldemort had not completely occupied the Dementor's body. In that instant, his soul was divided into two, one part returning to the back of Quirrell's head, and the other running into the Dementor's body.

After swinging this fist, Superman seemed to lose his power. He looked at Voldemort and said, "We will meet again, and that will be your death!"

With that sentence, Superman instantly dissipated.

"Damn it! [World Transfer]!" The Dementor Voldemort's body was trembling. He immediately activated another spell, wanting to reconnect his main body and the Dementor body.

At that moment, a doe suddenly rushed out from behind Quirrell's neck, radiating light, instantly warming the entire underground chamber. Unlike Superman's golden light, the doe's body emitted a silver luster, like the moon projecting onto the earth! This was Snape's doe!

"Ah!" The Dementor Voldemort was burned again. He was almost dying. The Dementor's body was already riddled with holes.

The doe did not directly confront the Dementor. Instead, it aimed at Quirrell, who was now lying on the ground, trembling all over.

The face on the back of his head had become extremely blurred, seeming to change from "having proper facial features" to "just a nose and a mouth."

The doe, with its head and only slightly raised antlers, rammed into Quirrell's neck!

Quirrell finally fainted. The face on the back of his head was completely disfigured, with only extremely faint traces proving that it had once existed.

After completing this impact, the doe also exhausted its power and disappeared instantly.

In the secret underground chamber, only Quirrell remained, moaning softly. Both Voldemorts had lost consciousness.

At this time, a black figure quietly appeared in the underground chamber: "So weak?"

This figure was very short, less than half the height of an adult. He held a black wand and gently tapped the back of Quirrell's head—no reaction.

"A clown wearing a crown will never become a king!" The small visitor thought, then said: "[Soul Guard]"

A beam of light shot at the back of Quirrell's head, and the face on the back of his head gradually deformed—one of Voldemort's eyes disappeared, leaving only one. This eye slowly opened, and Voldemort awoke.

Taking advantage of the moment Voldemort woke up, the small figure Apparated away from the underground chamber, leaving only a trace of green light.

Quirrell quickly woke up, the Voldemort on the back of his head pathetically reduced to only one eye.

On the other side, the Dementor Voldemort had just woken up, but he instantly noticed something was wrong—he had become smaller, a miniature Dementor only 15 centimeters tall, appearing in the secret chamber.

The two Voldemorts stared at each other—physical [big] and [small]

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After class, Cree and Hermione went to the school infirmary together.

Harry was in good spirits and had completely recovered from the terrifying state of shock he had been in last night.

"Thank you! Cree!" Harry got out of bed and gave Cree a big hug.

"The person you should thank most is Old Bat. If it weren't for his final support with a Patronus Charm, you should have been packed up and sent back to Privet Drive by now!" Cree said casually.

"Unbelievable!" Harry looked around. There was no one else in the ward, so he whispered, "I now believe what you said. That Quirrell guy really has a problem. Maybe I was wrong. I always thought Old Bat was the bad guy, but it doesn't seem to be what I imagined."

"What exactly did you see?" Hermione asked.

"My memory is not complete. I only saw Quirrell sitting in the middle of a magic circle—Voldemort seemed to be around—I didn't see anything else at all," Harry explained.

"Do you remember what those magic circles looked like? Can you draw them for me?" Cree asked.

"I can try!" Harry Potter took out a pencil and scribbled on the paper. More than half an hour later, a very abstract sketch appeared on the parchment.

"Oh my god!" Hermione was the first to cover her eyes—how could this guy's drawing skills be at the level of a five-year-old child, even though they both lived in Hogwarts?

Cree was carefully observing the pattern, but unfortunately, due to Harry Potter's technical problems, he couldn't match the pattern with all the familiar magic circles in his mind.

Cree and Hermione thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up…

Harry's face was a little unsightly. He had personally seen Cree's drawing skills, which were simply a human-shaped printer.

"I remember, there were some strange symbols next to the magic circle, I still remember those symbols!" Harry finally thought of a special point.

After a few more minutes of scribbling, Harry pointed to several hieroglyphs with very peculiar shapes and structures and said, "It's this!"

"It's ancient runes!" Hermione said like lightning: "But I don't recognize these words…"

Cree thought carefully and replied softly: "It's runes, and it's ancient runes. A more ancient and more difficult to master advanced writing."

After waiting for a while, Cree continued: "I think I know what this magic circle is—soul transfer!"

Speaking of this, Cree said decisively: "Voldemort's soul has been transferred again, and now he has become someone we are not familiar with again!"