supreme commander's bizarre adventure

"Aha, here you are, Harry."

Just as Harry was wandering about to return to his room, an old voice came. He turned his head and saw Dumbledore slowly coming down the stairs. There was a smile hidden in the old man's eyes:

"How was the Quidditch game?"

"You should know I don't like this kind of stuff."

"Well... your father is the Gryffindor team's Seeker," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Aren't you really going to try a sport?"

"No, the broom sticks to the ass."

Harry quickly refused. He and Dumbledore walked side by side in the slightly dim corridors of Hogwarts. A few minutes later, Dumbledore sighed and said:

"When Sirius Black was cleaning up Black's old house, he found a locket. I identified that ancient thing, and it was a Horcrux."

Horcruxes...

Harry knew what it was. After coming to Hogwarts, he spent a few days going through all the books in the entire library, and entered the useful parts into his data terminal. This data terminal has been insulated by him with psychic energy, otherwise Hogwarts' psychic standpoint will make the electronic components gradually fail and eventually be scrapped.

"Did you destroy it?"

"Undoubtedly, yes," the old man's voice was full of exhaustion and regret, "This is an evil spell that kills innocent people and splits one's soul in order to achieve the purpose of prolonging life. It is brilliant but useless On the right track."

"How many pieces of soul do you think he might have split?"

"Seven is a very magical number, isn't it? In this way, counting the soul fragment you once said, it can be confirmed that two were destroyed."

"Only seven..."

There was a trace of disdain on Harry's face. A dark wizard like Tom Riddle was at the level of a hive gang leader in the imperial universe. If he was not complete, he might not be as good as those strange psionic wizards in the hive gang...

"I think it's better to deal with it directly according to my method," Harry said flatly, "I directly took out the soul of that scum, and then locked it in a sealed bottle, and used it as a teaching tool for students in class... Since he is so afraid Death, then do as he pleases."

Dumbledore hesitated a little, and asked:

"If Tom escapes because of a student's mistake..."

"Isn't that good? I've always believed that what I learned in the academy must be applied in practice, and let senior students who have undergone qualified training form a hunting team. Whichever team catches them will graduate directly, and those who don't catch them will be repeated for a year." year."

As Harry said, he walked into an abandoned classroom with Dumbledore. It was empty, except for a tall mirror standing in the middle of the classroom.When Harry passed by the magic mirror, he saw countless flags and cheering crowds, and a silver-haired man stood next to the golden figure on the high platform. Afterwards, the think tank restrained his thoughts, and the picture on the magic mirror followed suit. disappear.

Dumbledore waved his wand to drive away the surrounding dust. After pulling down a chair and sitting down, he looked up at the tall think tank and said in a deep voice:

"Harry, what do you want to do to Hogwarts?"

"Change it, that's all."

"Change may not be a good thing," Dumbledore said, the old man's mind moved, and a strange stone appeared in his hand, "I always have a feeling that you will send these children to the battlefield in the future."

"I didn't send them," Harry replied seriously, "I will give them a choice, whether to stay on this peaceful planet forever, or to see a wider and more dangerous world, all choices are up to them own hands."

"Ugh……"

Dumbledore sighed, he couldn't stop Harry, and he couldn't restrain the students' yearning for a wider world. In fact, after hearing the wonderful world Harry described before, he also became curious Heart, I want to really see something... bring someone with me.

"Forget it, I can't stop you, let's talk about how to deal with Assistant Quirrell and the thing on the back of his head."

Chapter 99 Harry Potter and the Bolt Gun ([-])

When night fell over the entire Hogwarts College, those students who were about to move started to go out at night, especially Gryffindor, and Ron was naturally one of them.

"Hermione! I found a super interesting place! In the basement of the castle, near the Slytherin lounge, where Fred and George found some strange biological fragments, hard and refracted very much under the light. Beautiful light..." Ron said excitedly to Hermione, but his voice soon became smaller and smaller under the cold and serious eyes, "Ahem, can you stop looking at me like this? I always feel I'm being watched by my mom."

"Mrs. Molly wrote me several letters, asking me to keep an eye on you and don't run around in the school..." Hermione said angrily. She put a large stack of books in front of Ron, and continued:

"Have you completed the magic training that Professor Potter asked you to complete? Be careful that he hangs you up again, and let Malfoy beat you with a bamboo stick."

When Ron heard Hermione's words, he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard Malfoy's ghostly laughter that day, but then he made up his mind and said:

"We can drag Malfoy down."

"...then you might as well be called Neville!"

"Hey, hey, I'm right next to you two!" The little fat man shouted awkwardly. He is currently learning mind spells from Harry, and he wants to cure his parents' madness one day in the future, " I don't have time for you two guys, I haven't finished my thesis yet."

Ron just shrugged at this, then turned to Hermione and said:

"So, do you want to go?"

An hour later, the two children stood in front of the corridor leading to the underground classroom in Hogwarts. The portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor were dozing briskly. Even at night, there was plenty of light here, bright The candlelight flickered the shadows of Ron and Hermione.

They carefully pushed open the door at the back of the corridor and walked deeper, but to their surprise, in the second room, Ron and Hermione saw an adult wizard in a black robe, who took With a magic wand, decompose the animal corpses on the ground——

"Assistant Quirrell?!"

Just as Hermione yelled, Ron covered her mouth in the next second. The boy drew out his wand to block the girl, and said in a low voice:

"I think we should get out of here immediately."

"That's right! You should really get out of here—" Quirrell covered his injured left hand in his robe, and waved the wand on his right hand casually, and a spell directly knocked the wand away in Ron's hand, "But Unfortunately, you two, you are now my meat shield."

Ron's footsteps shifted sideways, but before his hands reached his pockets, the green spell flew past Hermione's hair and slammed against the door behind the two children with a dull thud— ——The two little lions shut their mouths immediately, and obediently walked in front of Quirrell.

In fact, Quirrell didn't intend to act tonight, but after hitting Harry in the face with two Bludgers during the day, he was overwhelmed by the twisted face of the strong man but had to take care of the young students around him. After the anger went down, both Quirrell and Voldemort felt that they might not see the sun of tomorrow...

Voldemort wanted to quickly get the Sorcerer's Stone and escape, and Quirrell was even more so. He even said that whether they could get the Sorcerer's Stone tonight, both of them would escape from Hogwarts and find a no-man's land to hide for a while. year.

"Hurry up!"

Quirrell pointed at the two children with his wand and walked forward. He always thought that this place would be full of all kinds of traps and magical creatures, but when he came here, he found that there were only a few ordinary dogs in the corridor. I was bitten by a dog a few times... Fortunately, it didn't cause much movement.

But when they went deeper and deeper, they found that the surroundings became a little strange:

The bodily fluids of the unknown creature solidified on the walls of the corridor like splashed blood, and the weaker candlelight even forced Quirrell to use the Illuminating Charm to illuminate the road ahead, and there also appeared on the road what the Weasley twins said The strange carapace, but at this time Ron and Hermione have no mind to care about these——

More weird runes appeared on both sides of the corridor ahead, as if they had been inscribed recently, but when these runes fell into Hermione's eyes, she suddenly remembered that in class, Harry once The described sealing runes... There are some strange things locked in the depths of Hogwarts, but judging from the messy corridors, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor probably got rid of those things here.

The three of them continued to move forward and walked into an empty basement. There was a thick wall here, but a big hole was opened in the wall, and the cold and humid air continuously seeped out from the inside. The body of the giant snake lay quietly on the water-stained ground.

"Slytherin's basilisk..." A cold and hoarse voice sounded from the back of Quirrell's head, "Go on."

"Yes, my lord..."

Both Ron and Hermione heard the voice, but they didn't dare to turn back, so they could only walk forward with their heads muffled.After the three of them walked around the giant snake's body, they saw a flame that was constantly burning. The flame was faint blue, illuminating the dark basement.

Next to the flame stood a stone tablet with the word "End" engraved on it. Just when Ron and Hermione were a little at a loss, the dark blue flame suddenly expanded and swallowed the two children into—

Ron felt that he was falling, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar place:

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's room.

And I was lying on the log-like arm of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who was cutting his hair in front of the mirror... Now, there was an extra blank space on the right side of Harry's head where the hair was.

"Ron Weasley, if you don't have a good reason, your head will show up in your asshole!"

"I can explain the current situation, calm down, professor!!!"

After snorting from his nasal cavity, Harry sat in front of the mirror and began to try how to cover up the blankness, but just as he was about to make a move, there was another scream, and a small body fell onto his body. The razor went awry... another irregular blank.

Looking at the hairstyle in the mirror that looked like it had been gnawed by a husky, Harry trembled with anger. He put down the razor and stood in front of the two huddled children. Just when he was about to say something, a dark figure came from above the room. He fell, and his whole body fell on Harry's head.

Quirrell and Harry's eyes met each other...

Oh shit, it's over.

That was the only thought Quirrell had left.

Chapter 100 Harry Potter and the Bolt Gun ([-])

The atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

Quirrell swallowed, quickly got off Harry's head, walked to the wooden door of the room, and opened it, but he didn't leave directly, but bowed to Harry in a kind of Apologetically and in a panicked voice, he said:

"I'm very sorry to trouble you, I'm leaving now."

Quirrell closed the door slowly, but at the moment the door closed, a golden armored palm directly penetrated the wooden door and grabbed his head. Then, a soldier in golden armor smashed the wooden door, just like that Catch Quirrell's head and lift him up.

"Tom Riddle..."

The emerald green eyes under the psychic hood gush with fury, and Harry had planned to wait two days to deal with this thing... but you can't blame me for sending it to your door!

Quirrell's face was twisted in pain, but soon a nostrilless snake's face crawled from the back of Quirrell's neck, occupying Quirrell's original face.

"Harry Potter..."

Snakeface's voice was full of resentment and viciousness, but Harry could taste a trace of fear from it.

"You think you can kill me?"

"You think you can kill me?" Harry repeated this sentence, throwing Quirrell's body to the ground, and the latter got up and turned around to see a green light!

The Killing Curse hit the Librarian's chest, but Harry didn't react, and even wanted to laugh.

"A curse that strips body and soul? A death curse cast from a wand is indeed evil and powerful to you, but to me—"

Harry took out the two bolters hanging from his waist, and he shook them at Voldemort, with a ferocious smile on his face:

"This thing is much better than a magic wand!"

After saying that, Harry fired a shot at Voldemort, a strange flame shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and shot straight into the broken body. Afterwards, Voldemort suddenly found that the entire space was collapsing, and the golden void Shadow stepped out of that robust body, which was Harry's soul, his essence:

A golden angel with light-ribboned wings.

The angel ignored Voldemort's dozens of killing curses in desperation. He pointed his finger on the face of the snake occupying Quirrell's body. In the next second, Voldemort felt almost infinite pain!

Voldemort had never received the Cruciatus Curse, but he suddenly felt the same as those who had been cast with the Cruciatus Curse. In this short moment, he felt that he was stuffed into a thin black tube like a toothpick, and his whole body fell into a bone-crushing pain. After the pain, he was pinched into a ball again in the palm of his hand, and was finally thrown to the ground and stepped on a few times.

The second Dark Lord didn't know whether what he saw was hallucination or reality, and before he could figure out why, he fell into a coma...

When Voldemort regained consciousness, he found that he had turned into a cloud of black mist, grasped by a warrior in golden armor, and his surroundings had already returned to their original state. There was no broken world, and no vast pink and purple space... Quirrell's The body was still lying on the cold ground, and twitched from time to time, showing that a trace of life force still remained in the conservative and tormented body.

"You can't kill me..."

"Why should I kill you?" Harry asked rhetorically. "To be honest, a special individual like you should make a little contribution to teaching."

"Teaching..." Voldemort finally couldn't hide his fear, "What are you going to do?!"

"Look, now you are a soul body, an unkillable soul body, which is suitable for those students to cast spells on you, oh, of course, don't worry, you will go through our appropriate transformation, in order to perfectly embody the spell The reaction that hit you—"Harry stuffed Voldemort's soul into a small bottle with his psychic ability, lifted the bottle to the level of his eyes, looked at the looming desperate face in the bottle, and smiled lowly said:

"Pain, despair... It's time for you to taste what you've caused. Believe me, Mr. Tom Riddle, you'll live a long, long time before your mind collapses..."

After ignoring Voldemort's silent cry of despair, Harry put the vial on the side of his armor, turned to face the two little heads protruding from the room, and said angrily:

"Both of you, go and carry Quirrell to the infirmary, tell Madam Pomfrey to use the medicine I put there, she knows where, and then take this poor guy to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds. "

"Okay, professor, no problem, professor."

Ron and Hermione nodded quickly, and ran to Quirrell, one used the Levitation Charm, and the other dragged Quirrell's two thighs, and ran quickly towards the medical room.

After watching the two children dragging Quirrell's body and disappearing into the corner of the corridor, Harry snapped his fingers to repair the wooden door of the room, and then walked towards the principal's office.

A moment later, Hogwarts headmaster's office.

Harry sat on the round wooden stool and looked at the gray-bearded old man opposite him. The old man was wearing purple pajamas with a large number of cartoon moons on it.

After pouring himself a glass of honey water to suppress his shock, Dumbledore looked at the black mist rushing left and right in the small glass bottle on the table with some regret and sadness. He sighed and said:

"Tom is a very talented guy, it's a pity that he didn't go the right way."

"Hogwarts is very problematic. Even if he is inherently evil, it is Hogwarts who indulged him," Harry said without leaving any emotion. "The hatred between Slytherin and other houses and the hatred for himself The overemphasis on bloodlines, the division and irrational recklessness within Gryffindor, the contempt of other houses and the rampant egoism of Ravenclaw, the Hufflepuff's... Hufflepuff... Well, Hufflepuffs are just too ordinary, they're content and stubborn."

"What's more, you let this happen," Harry said flatly.

Dumbledore exhaled slowly, leaned back in his chair, looked at the chandelier on the top of the principal's office, and said with some pain:

"I'm old...and, I'm scared, I'm a coward, Harry."

"I'm afraid those children will go down the old path of fighting each other. I know that you have experienced countless terrifying battlefields, and seen countless people fighting together, using weapons that are far more effective than the Killing Curse to harvest fresh lives. ..." Dumbledore straightened up, staring into Harry's emerald green eyes, and continued:

"Voldemort is nothing, even compared to the first Dark Lord, he is a butcher who can only use fear, I will not be afraid of such a person, but, Harry...you tell me, how would you shape Hogg Watts?"

"Future and Glory."

Harry nodded slightly, and he whispered his thoughts:

"This will become a training institution for psykers at the United Headquarters. The students will learn more profound and wonderful spells. They will travel to different universes for adventures. They may also be selected to become an existence equal to me. In the endless Star Wars - I'll give them the choice."

"The human soul should not be bound by gravity."

"..."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped off the mist on them, and then asked Harry:

"Will the future be better than the present?"