Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Harry walked over and recognized the mirror, the same one he had seen during the Christmas holidays.

Mirror of Erised.

"I saw my parents, them! They recovered!"

Neville looked very excited, almost on the verge of tears.

"Listen to me, Neville. That's not true!"

Harry, who had heard Dudley explain the principle of the Mirror of Erised, quickly stepped forward to comfort the excited Neville: "Calm down."

"I saw my parents in there, too, but it was fake, it was unreal."

"Potter is right."

A strange voice sounded and Harry turned around. He saw a familiar yet strange figure standing in the corner of the room.

That was the only professor who didn't give them extra lessons.

Professor Quirrell.

The professor who was frightened unconscious by a troll at Halloween dinner.

At this moment, he changed his usual behavior and stood at the door with an attitude completely different from before.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Potter."

He spoke without any stuttering and his original stuttering characteristic disappeared.

Quirrell stared at Harry with a gloomy face, but he seemed to be intentionally hiding the position of his buttocks, and his expression looked a little unnatural.

Professor Quirrell is the final test?

No, something's wrong.

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

The feeling made him feel like his head was going to split open.

"Harry Potter!"

In a trance, 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 scarf wrapped around his head, turned around, and revealed the back of his head. That was definitely not the back of a normal person's head. There was actually another human face without any distortion on it.

"Look what I have become!"

The distorted face began to speak, but the way it spoke was not through vocal cords. It didn't have that thing. The way its mouth opened and closed was terrifying.

"Only shadows and vapors remain. It's all your fault, Potter!"

Voldemort, or rather, just the remaining soul of Voldemort.

"Because of you! It's all because of you that I have to share a body with someone else now."

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

As he spoke, Voldemort actually controlled Quirrell's body and raised his wand. With a slight lift, countless ropes appeared out of thin air and tied up Harry layer by layer.

Faced with the huge difference in strength, Harry had no ability to resist at all.

Whether in experience, magic power, or knowledge, he is far inferior to the other party, even though that person is just a remnant soul.

Voldemort looked at Harry carefully, and did not find any difference between him and other little wizards. "Look, no matter how you look at it, he is just an ordinary little wizard. Why... Why could he kill the perfect me, the powerful me, eleven years ago?"

There was deep confusion and doubt in his tone, and his eyes were already filled with naked murderous intent.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a chance to kill Harry Potter.

While the other party was talking to Harry, Neville secretly took out a few seeds from his pocket.

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

"Don't try to play little tricks on me, little one."

Only then did Voldemort notice Neville. His blood-red pupils shrank slightly when he saw that person.

"Neville. Neville Longbottom!"

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

As we all know, wizards do not believe in science, they believe in prophecies.

And in the prophecy of destroying the Dark Lord, in fact, it was not only Harry, there was another person who met the requirements, which means that there should be two children of the prophecy who can kill the Dark Lord.

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

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

Voldemort looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

Even though he was the Dark Lord, he began to feel a little shaken and panicked.

'Is the original prophecy going to come true again? !'

Want him to choose again? And die again?

No! no way!

Chapter 105 Reward Voldemort with a big fight!

At this moment Voldemort wanted to leave here and escape from this place as far as possible.

But he quickly calmed down.

He can't do this!

I have been dragging my broken soul to hide from XZ for eleven years.

Do you know how he spent these eleven years?

They live on the bodies of small rodents in Albania, gathering life bit by bit through prey on small animals, and their life is worse than that of wild dogs.

He even didn't dare to look for those powerful subordinates who used to crawl at his feet.

Are you going to hide from XZ again?

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

The body must be taken back.

then

'Kill them both!'

"No matter who fulfills the prophecy, once they die, the prophecy will cease to exist."

As Voldemort thought about this, he became more and more murderous. He raised his hand slightly, and countless ropes tied Neville up like a dumpling.

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

Voldemort's fear suddenly subsided.

He is the one in control of the situation now.

So what is there to worry about?

No matter how weak Quirrell is, he is still an adult wizard, and he is the one controlling him. How can two mere little wizards really kill him?

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

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

This is a must.

Waving his wand, Harry's body flew towards Quirrell unconsciously. He believed that the Philosopher's Stone he wanted must be in Harry's hands. All these underground mechanisms were arranged by Dumbledore. He knew this former professor of Transfiguration.

He believed in prophecies more than himself.

Then he grabbed Harry's shoulders.

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

However, what he didn't expect was that such a simple action instantly reversed his advantageous situation.

When his hand just touched Harry's body, it was as if he had touched 'corpse powder', and his palm, wrist and arm began to gradually dissolve.

Quirrell howled in pain, and Voldemort also felt extremely uncomfortable.

咒！

Potter had some kind of warding charm on him!

That patron saint charm was protecting him!

The target is yourself!

At that moment, Voldemort suddenly understood how he died.

Unfortunately, even if I understood it, it was too late.

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

Ding.

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

The real Philosopher's Stone!

It seemed like God was playing a joke on him again.

Wrong choice, he made the wrong choice again!

"Harry Potter! Neville Longbottom!"

Voldemort screamed unwillingly with his last bit of strength, and his body turned into a pool of smelly thick water.

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

It was Voldemort, the remaining spirit of Voldemort. He gave up Quirrell and planned to continue to escape.

Screaming, cursing, and uttering countless harsh words, he flew towards the gate.

"It seems I came at the right time."

At this critical moment, Dudley's voice rang out.

At some point, Dudley appeared at the gate, which was exactly the path Voldemort had to take to leave.

Then he did something that was beyond everyone's expectations. He raised his hand and attacked the remaining soul of Voldemort, which had turned into gas.

Golden light illuminated the room.

Facing the oncoming slap, Voldemort, who had turned into gas, was not worried at all. Instead, he looked happy. It was like someone brought him a pillow when he was sleepy.

He recognized Dudley at a glance. He was the wizard who had fought with him in the Forbidden Forest not long ago. His strong physical fitness 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, no matter how strong he is, he can't do anything to me, because the soul has no substance, there is no need to worry at all.

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

He would never touch Harry this time, he would kill him in other ways, and that Longbottom, he would take the Philosopher's Stone from him.

Victory is at hand.

next moment,

Voldemort regretted it once again.

I don’t know how many times this has happened today.

Dudley's palm was golden and sparkling.

"Ripple sprint!"

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 lethality against dark creatures such as vampires.

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