The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

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 she smiled knowingly 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, and was unconsciously intoxicated by it.

Since he traveled to this world, he has always looked down at everything here.

Even though he has come into contact with many people, he has 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 see 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 what 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!"

Agus 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 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 silent 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 noticed something was wrong and stepped back quietly.

His hand unconsciously touched the wand at his waist.

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

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

Voldemort's tone was full of temptation, but Argus didn't know 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."

"Students who don't listen won't please teachers."

"Come on, let me enter your body, you will get all my knowledge, and it won't be long before you can become the most powerful person in the wizarding world!"

Voldemort got closer and closer, and the expression on his face became more and more greedy.

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

"Expelliarmus!"

"Petrification!"

Bang!

A violent explosion sounded!

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

"Are you so sure that I won'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 find trouble with 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 net used for buffering in the cave had been burned clean by him!

Harry and Ron were lucky not to fall to their deaths...

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

"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 took back 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 kind of battle, he thinks he has a sure win.

He doesn't mind showing off his temperament.

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 light from the annihilator, this shield is too thin.

Crack!

The shield cracked with a crisp sound.

Voldemort was knocked out and hit the wall heavily.

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

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

One spell after another rushed towards Voldemort.

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

"Okay, very good!" Voldemort laughed angrily.

"Thank you for your good teaching!" Yagus didn't mind and didn't feel the slightest guilt for his sneak attack.

"Speaking of which, I learned this trait from you."

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Voldemort had recovered from the sneak attack and began to wave his wand wildly.

Madness releases the spell.

Argus showed no sign of weakness and pointed his wand at Voldemort, doing his best to delay time.

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

The ground is cracking and the walls are crumbling.

While the two were fighting, they had to dodge falling rocks from time to time.

But Voldemort's combat experience is far richer than that of Yagus, and coupled with many years of research on black magic, both the coordination of spells and the timing of release are far superior to Yagus.

Soon, Yagus was so pressed that he couldn't even lift his head!

"Fight back, my good student!"

"Where's the dark magic I taught you? Don't you use it yet?"

"Are you like those idiots who think that using black magic is an unforgivable taboo! Hahaha..."

As Voldemort gradually took control of the battle, he finally had the confidence to regain his position verbally.

Damn it, why hasn’t Harry come over yet?

Even if you are giving birth to a baby, you should have finished giving birth after such a long time!

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

"Stand up, Yagus!"

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

Voldemort laughed and mocked, but suddenly a green light beam appeared in front of him!

"Avada Kedavra!"