The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The mirror is full of surprises.

In the mirror.

The family members of the previous life sat happily together with Vita, Grindelwald and others.

The mother was telling Vita about her childhood fun stories, and a knowing smile appeared on her face from time to time.

Grindelwald and his father drank together, and their faces were flushed.

The scene that could not appear in reality was perfectly integrated in the mirror.

"So, what I want most is the company of my family..."

"I thought I would see the scene of my future conquest of the wizarding world, or traveling back to the world I used to be."

Argus looked at the scene in the mirror quietly, unconsciously intoxicated by it.

Since he traveled to this world, he has always looked at everything here from a bird's-eye view.

Even though he had contact with many people, he never had a real sense of belonging.

The scene in the mirror filled the last blank in his heart.

"What did you see!"

At this moment, behind Quirrell's head, Voldemort's voice, so gloomy that no emotion could be heard, sounded.

It broke Argus's meditation.

Argus reacted quickly, without turning his head, and spoke calmly.

"I saw myself becoming the leader of wizards, admired by countless wizards."

"Really?" Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body and slowly stepped forward.

His words were full of doubt.

"This mirror can see the things you desire most in your heart. If you want to see what you want, it should be you, teacher."

"Instead of me, who doesn't even know what things are, right?"

"How do you know the function of this mirror!"

Argus chuckled and pointed to the top of the mirror.

"The mirror itself has told me the answer. I just need to read it backwards."

"What I show you is not your face, but your inner desire."

"What I desire is never a certain object. I'm afraid your wish to get something from me will be in vain."

Voldemort fell into silence and slowly walked towards Argus.

In his mind, Quirrell's terrified voice was shouting wildly.

"Master, Master, you can't do this!"

"Master, I am your most loyal servant!"

"Master, you can't do this!"

Faced with Quirrell's pleading, Voldemort ignored him and continued to approach Argus.

"Argus, I have to say."

"You are the most talented wizard I have ever seen. Whether it is magic, observation, or the grasp of people's hearts, ordinary wizards can't compare."

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher!"

Argus keenly sensed something was wrong and stepped back quietly.

His hand unconsciously touched the wand at his waist.

"It's just that your learning speed is still too slow."

"I have a good way to help you quickly master all my knowledge..."

Voldemort's tone was full of temptation, but Argus knew what he was up to.

He refused directly.

"Sorry, teacher, I think it's better to be down-to-earth when it comes to learning."

"Disobedient students will not please teachers."

"Come on, let me enter your body, you will get all my knowledge, and it won't take long for you to become a leading figure in the wizarding world!"

Voldemort got closer and closer, and his expression became more greedy.

The next second, two beams of light were fired almost at the same time!

"Expelliarmus!"

"Petrified!"

Bang!

A violent explosion sounded!

The smoke and dust filled the air, and Voldemort's figure emerged.

"Are you so sure that I can't use the Killing Curse?"

"You can't bear to kill me, teacher! If you kill me, you can only rely on Quirrell's half-dead body to cause trouble to Dumbledore!" Argus smiled sarcastically, his eyes constantly glancing towards the entrance.

Damn it, Harry, have you drunk too much fake wine!

It's been so long, why haven't you come yet!

But he forgot that the Devil's Snare used for buffering in the hole had been burned clean by him!

It's lucky that Harry and Ron didn't fall to death...

Voldemort stroked his wand and waved his hand to disperse the smoke and dust around.

"It's been half a year since our last class."

"Today, let me see how much you have improved in the past six months!"

"As you wish!"

Argus made a semicircle with his wand and made an ancient noble duel gesture.

Voldemort retracted his wand.

As a half-blood who admires aristocratic pure blood, he attaches great importance to the etiquette of pure-blood families.

Especially in this situation,

A battle for a sure victory.

He didn't mind showing off his magnanimity.

He made a circle with his wand, held it upright in front of his chest, and swung it hard to the lower right.

Just as he was about to bow, a loud spell sounded!

"Expelliarmus!"

Then, a thick red light came towards him!

In a hurry, Voldemort only had time to erect a transparent shield in front of him.

But compared to the dazzling beam of Expelliarmus, this shield was too thin.

Crack!

The crisp sound of the shield breaking sounded.

Voldemort was knocked out and hit the wall heavily.

The broken wall and the dust from the explosion made him look dirty and embarrassed.

How could Argus miss this opportunity? He waved his wand continuously, emitting bursts of light.

Spells rushed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort was forced to cast several armor charms in succession to barely block Argus's spell.

"Good, very good!" Voldemort laughed in anger.

"Thanks to your good teaching!" Argus didn't mind at all, and didn't feel the slightest guilt for his sneak attack.

"Speaking of which, I learned the characteristic of using any means necessary from you."

"Sharp tongue!"

Voldemort had recovered from the sneak attack just now, and began to wave his wand wantonly.

He released spells crazily.

Argus was not to be outdone, picked up his wand and aimed at Voldemort, trying his best to delay time.

The crackling sound of the spells colliding and the muffled sound caused by hitting the stone wall echoed throughout the secret room.

The ground was cracking and the walls were collapsing.

In addition to fighting, the two had to dodge falling stones from time to time.

But Voldemort's combat experience was far richer than Argus's, and with years of research on black magic, he was far better than Argus in both spell coordination and release timing.

Soon, Argus was suppressed and couldn't raise his head!

"Fight back, my good student!"

"Where is the dark magic I taught you? Still not using it?"

"Are you like those idiots, thinking that using dark magic is an unforgivable taboo! Hahaha..."

As Voldemort gradually took control of the battle, he finally had the confidence to regain his ground with words.

Damn, why hasn't Harry come yet!

You are just giving birth to a child, you should have given birth to it after so long!

Argus cursed in his heart, but because of distraction, he was knocked to the ground by Voldemort again.

"Stand up, Argus!"

"After studying for half a year, is this all you can do?"

Voldemort laughed sarcastically, but suddenly a dark green beam appeared in front of him!

"Avada Kedavra!"