Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to hurt violently, accompanied by a strong burning sensation.

It felt like his head was going to split open.

"Harry Potter!"

Suddenly, Harry seemed to hear another voice, a voice that did not belong to Quirrell at all.

"Let me see him! Face to face!"

Quirrell's expression was very unnatural, and he wanted to say something, but the owner of the voice made him irresistible. He slowly untied the thick long scarf wrapped around his head, turned around, and revealed his The back of the head, that is definitely not the back of a normal person, there is another undistorted face on it.

"Look at what I've become!"

The distorted face began to speak, and the way it spoke didn't happen by the vocal cords, it didn't have that kind of thing, and the opening and closing of the mouth was terrifying.

"All that's left is shadows and steam, and that's all your fault, Potter!"

Voldemort, or just Voldemort's remaining soul.

"Because of you! It's all because of you, I can only share one body with others now."

"But I never dreamed that you would appear in front of me."

Speaking of which, Voldemort actually reversely controlled Quirrell's body and raised his wand. With a light lift, countless ropes appeared out of thin air, binding Harry layer by layer.

Facing the huge difference in strength, Harry didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

Whether it is experience, magic power, or knowledge, they are far inferior to the other party, even if it is just a remnant soul.

Voldemort looked at Harry seriously, and didn't find any difference between him and other little wizards: "Look, no matter how you look at it, he is just an extremely ordinary, ordinary little wizard, why...why did he kill that perfect little wizard 11 years ago? What about me, the powerful me?"

There was deep puzzlement and doubt in his tone, but his eyes were already filled with Chiguo's killing intent.

This is a golden opportunity, a chance to kill Harry Potter.

Taking advantage of the conversation between the other party and Harry, Neville secretly took out a few seeds from his pocket.

A spell hit Neville's wrist, and the seeds scattered all over the floor.

"Don't try to play tricks in front of me, little one."

Voldemort only noticed Neville at this time, and saw that his blood-red pupils shrank slightly after seeing that person.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom!"

He recognized Neville's identity, which also brought back some bad memories.

We all know that wizards don't believe in science, they believe in prophecy.

And in the prophecy of destroying the Dark Lord back then, it wasn't just Harry, there was another person who met the requirements, that is to say, there should be a total of two sons of prophecy who can kill the Dark Lord.

One is the famous Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom in front of him.

In theory, the savior was among them, but Voldemort just happened to choose Harry.

Voldemort looked at the two with a complicated expression.

Rao, as the Dark Lord, he also began to feel a little shaken and flustered in his heart.

'Could it be that the original prophecy will come true again? ! '

Want him to choose again?And die again?

Do not!no way!

Chapter 105 Chapter 103 Give Voldemort a big fight!

At this moment Voldemort wanted to get out of here, far away from this place.

But he quickly calmed down.

He can't do this!

I have dragged my broken soul and hid XZ for 11 years.

Do you know how he spent the past 11 years?

Living on small rodents in Albania, collecting life little by little through the predation of small animals, life is worse than that of wild dogs.

He didn't even dare to look for the powerful subordinates who were prostrate at his feet before.

Want to hide from XZ again?

He didn't want to continue living like that for a moment.

The body must be taken back.

then

'Kill them both! '

'No matter who conforms to the original prophecy, as long as he dies, the prophecy will no longer exist. '

Thinking of this, Voldemort raised his hand slightly, and Neville was also bound into rice dumplings by countless ropes.

Looking at the two little wizards who were tied up with layers of ropes and gurgled like maggots on the ground.

The fear in Voldemort's heart suddenly eased.

He is now in control of the situation.

So what is there to worry about?

No matter how Quirrell pulls the cross, he is still an adult wizard, and he is still the manipulator. Can two little wizards fight back?

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

First of all, you must get the Philosopher's Stone, you must get your body back, and return to the peak.

This is a must.

With a wave of his wand, Harry's body unconsciously flew towards 'Quirrell'. He believed that the Philosopher's Stone he wanted must be in Harry's hands. The underground organs were all arranged by Dumbledore. He knew that This former professor of Transformation Curse.

He believed in prophecy more than himself.

Then he grabbed Harry by the shoulders.

Take the Philosopher's Stone, kill Potter and Longbottom.

However, what he didn't expect was that such a simple action reversed his advantage in an instant.

When his hands first touched Harry's body, it was as if he had touched the 'corpse powder', and his palms, wrists, and arms began to gradually dissolve.

Quirrell wailed in pain, and Voldemort felt extremely uncomfortable.

curse!

Potter has some kind of guardian charm on him!

That guardian spell was protecting him!

The target is yourself!

At that moment, Voldemort suddenly understood how he died.

It's a pity that even if you understand it, it's too late.

The body he shared with Quirrell was no longer strong enough to continue casting the spell.

Ding.

Just before his body was about to completely melt, he saw, saw the child of the Longbottom family, holding a bright red stone in his hand.

The real Philosopher's Stone!

God seemed to have played a joke on him again.

Wrong choice, he made the wrong choice again!

"Harry Potter! Neville Longbottom!"

Voldemort screamed unwillingly with the last of his strength, his body turned into a puddle of foul-smelling thick water.

Then a shadow-like thing emerged from the pool of thick water, and the black gas gathered together, forming a distorted human face.

It was Voldemort, Voldemort's remnant soul, who gave up Quirrell and planned to continue his escape.

Screaming and cursing, he flew towards the gate after putting down countless harsh words.

"It seems that I came just in time."

At this critical moment, Dudley's voice sounded.

At some point, Dudley appeared at the gate, which happened to be the only way Voldemort had to leave.

Then he made a move that was beyond everyone's expectations. Facing Voldemort's remnant soul that had turned into a gaseous state, he raised his hand and it was a big fight.

A golden light illuminates the room.

Facing the oncoming slap, Voldemort, who had already turned into gas, was not worried at all, but instead showed joy, as if he was really sleepy, someone would give him a pillow.

He recognized Dudley at a glance. He was the wizard who fought him in the Forbidden Forest not long ago. His strong physical quality left a deep impression on him.

Yes, he intended to possess Dudley's body, so he rushed straight towards Dudley's body.

Just a slap in the face, no matter how strong he is, he can't help him, because the soul has no substance, so there is no need to worry about it.

As long as he gets a new body, as long as he takes the new body, he still has a chance.

This time he will definitely not touch Harry, he will kill him in other ways, and that Longbottom, he will take the Philosopher's Stone from him.

Victory is at hand.

next moment,

Voldemort regretted it again.

I don't know how many times this is today.

Dudley's slap was golden and sparkling.

"Ripple run away!"

Ripples are golden ripples. The high-end application of Ripple Qigong can further enhance one's own strength and stimulate the potential of the body.

And it has extremely high damage to dark creatures such as vampires.

The ripples formed a golden film on Dudley's hand, illuminating the entire room in an instant.

Then he slapped firmly on Voldemort's remnant soul.

Voldemort's originally distorted face showed a look of shock.

Before he could recover, he was sent flying out with a whoosh.

It hit the wall fiercely, and the black gas was immediately dispersed.

Then traces of black gas slowly gathered, trying to regroup into the original image, but the golden ripples in Dudley's palm did a lot of damage to his remnant soul, and he failed several times in a row.

There are only vampires in the jojo world, so it seems that only vampires will be hurt, but other worlds are different.

Ripple Qigong can cause great harm to things with negative and dark nature.

Including the remnant soul of Voldemort.

Here we can compare righteousness and blackness in "The Adventures of Jackie Chan". Ripple Qigong belongs to righteousness, while negative and dark things belong to blackness.

After a while, the black demon energy gradually gathered, and Voldemort regrouped, but the color on his body was much lighter than before, as if it might disappear at any time.

"How dare you, how dare you."

The mighty Dark Lord was slapped on the wall like a fly by a fool like Hagrid.

Shame, what a shame!

There was a hoarse voice, and Voldemort's remnant stared at Dudley.But he didn't dare to act rashly anymore. Dudley proved that he was capable of hurting himself. That slap at least scattered the vitality he had absorbed in Albania for five or six years. Another slap would really kill him The shot is gone.

However, while Voldemort was jealous, he also had an extreme desire for Dudley's body. Ripple Qigong not only brought muscles to Dudley, but also brought him a life energy different from ordinary people, and this exuberant life energy was Voldemort's body. What he longed for, if he could control Dudley, he would soon recover.

The five fingers of Dudley's left hand were slightly spread out, and they stood upright less than five millimeters from his face. He turned his waist slightly 50 degrees, and faced Voldemort in a strange posture. The silver moonlight shone on Dudley's face through the window at the top of the room. body.

The oppressive feeling of the two-meter-three height and the high swelling muscles give people a very impactful visual shock.

There seemed to be a faint BGM sounding behind him.