Snapped!
Luo Fu, who was completely soaked by the lake water, followed the ball escape bird and apparated away again.
The young man had to leave. There were too many mermaids swarming in. He really didn't peek at the patriarch's wife taking a bath. The mermaid with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a thunderous face had just kept shouting "sister-in-law".
Luofu looked up and came to a familiar place this time.
Especially when I saw the copper-bottomed granite Slytherin statue built during the reign of Duncan I of the Kingdom of Scotland, I felt even more familiar.
Hey... Luo Fu found himself back in the secret room again. You are a ball escape bird, can you "randomly" apparate more reliably?
Voldemort was still directing Quirrell, looking for the crucible containing the elixir of life, when he raised his head and found that the boy was back.
Provocation, serious provocation!
He, Voldemort, has never suffered such contempt and insult... What? Was beaten some time ago?
He hit Quirrell on the back of the head, what does it have to do with Voldemort?
Rolf did not leave immediately. He was afraid of disapparating to the bottom of the Black Lake again and encountering those mermaids. Voldemort seemed to have no intention of doing anything. He suddenly said loudly:
"Scamander, I...the Dark Lord, want to talk to you face to face..."
Rolf hid behind a rock pillar to prevent a sneak attack. He asked loudly: "What do you want to talk about?"
Quirrell turned around, revealing the face on the back of his head. The face was extremely pale, with red eyes that could emit light, and two slender nostrils like snakes.
Voldemort whispered: "This is the first time we have met. I actually met your grandfather... Newt Scamander."
Voldemort seemed to be reminiscing, and he said with a hoarse voice:
"I was very young at the time. He came to Hogwarts and taught a few temporary Care of Magical Creatures classes. I was already deeply attracted and admired his rich knowledge in the field of magical creatures."
Rolf was a little bored. If you have something to say, what kind of relationship do you have... Could Voldemort say something like Malfoy:
Scamander, we are actually related, right?
Or maybe I'm actually a fan of Newt?
Fortunately, the Dark Lord still had the same tone. He changed the subject and said:
"I have always admired the Scamander family. You are a pure-blood wizard, right, kid? You are of noble birth and have outstanding talents. Why don't you work for me? I need... subordinates like you."
Voldemort wanted to say servant, but when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed to a more euphemistic title.
The entire Sorcerer's Stone was Dumbledore's fault, and the principal probably never left Hogwarts from beginning to end.
Rolf was ready to wait for Dumbledore to clean up the mess. He deliberately delayed the time and said:
"You are like this, you can only hide on the back of Quirrell's head. Are you sure you can recruit me?"
"Then you should follow me." Voldemort smiled.
"Death will come, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year... But death will never leave you, approaching you step by step, and I, the great Dark Lord... did not die even if I was struck by the Death Curse.
I have proven my immortality,
I have gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life! "
Voldemort made a hoarse voice and said seductively:
"You may have heard a bad name for me from Dumbledore, but they were all slander!
Shameless slander! ! "
"Child, I am not a vicious wizard, but a very kind one..." Voldemort's voice became extremely gentle, and he used his special skills in dealing with those witches when he was young. He persuaded with great patience:
"I am willing to share the secret of death with my men... Scamander, if you join the Death Eaters now, I will give you great power and enjoy endless glory and wealth."
"Child, return the potion to me. I know it is with you! After I am resurrected, kneel at my feet... and listen to my teachings... I will teach you how to live forever... Come on!!"
Through the dim light, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his hand, as if waiting for a poor lamb who had lost his way and returned.
"So you got the Philosopher's Stone?" Luofu frowned.
"easy."
Voldemort took out the dull stone from his pocket and smiled: "The Dark Lord can do anything...as long as he wants.
Even Dumbledore can't stop him! "
"But I really don't have the magic potion you want." Luo Fei spread his hands and said, "If you are willing to lend me the magic stone, I can help you find the magic potion."
"Very well." Voldemort's voice contained anger: "If this is your choice, Scamander, then I can only say that I am sorry..."
"Kill him!" he suddenly screamed.
Quirrell turned around and raised his wand, but there was a sharp bird call in the air earlier. The sound seemed to be whining and whining, which made Quirrell feel sick and frightened.
He quickly waved his magic wand and cast the ear-blocking spell on himself. There was only a buzzing sound in his ears, blocking out the cry of the evil bird.
After a brief pause, Quirrell had already lost the opportunity. Several black vines wrapped around his ankles at some point and suddenly hung him in the air.
Black vines clung to Quirrell's body like snakes. He was choked by the shrinking vines, unable to speak and unable to perform magic at all.
The devil's net whipped him rapidly like a long whip, a string of whipping sounds like spring thunder sounded in the secret room, and another boulder entangled with vines hit his head.
Quirrell, who suffered a serious head injury, fell heavily to the stone floor like a kite with its string cut off. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his face was as golden as paper.
Quirrell pressed his elbows against the ground. His head was in heartbreaking pain, but there were vines clinging to him again. He could only try his best to move his body backwards.
The tidal wave of offensive overwhelmed Quirrell, and Voldemort said angrily:
"What a waste. I'll control your body."
Quirrell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become extremely sharp.
Voldemort directly cast a spell without a wand, and the blood on his body turned into a black blood mist. The moment the entangled vines touched the blood mist, it immediately burned and smoke billowed out.
Voldemort waved his arm, and a fire python wrapped in flames appeared in the air, spinning rapidly around him and burning away the vines.
Devil's Web is afraid of fire, which is its fatal weakness when facing wizards.
Without the sudden attack of the vines, Voldemort stood up. He raised his wand, his face became ferocious, and the silver-white light shot out, like a knife cutting tofu, and struck in the distance.
The brilliant white light exploded, illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day, and the air waves scattered wildly. Luofu had to step back to avoid the impact of the explosion.
Fortunately, there are countless rock pillars in the room that can be used as shelters, and Luofu can move around very flexibly.
He was like a slippery loach. Although he could not organize an effective attack and could only be beaten passively, the Dark Lord's curse could not hit him at all.
Voldemort became a little impatient. He raised his wand, and a ball of black flames spurted out and fell to the ground.
The devil's flame burned violently and quickly condensed into a black snake as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It poked out its huge head and its eyes were as black as ink.
The black snake coiled on the rock pillar, its body hanging down, its head sticking out and spitting out the snake message to Luo Fu, making a squeaking sound, like a demonstration and warning.
Voldemort raised his wand high, and tongues of flame instantly reached several meters in length, circling and dancing over the chamber, and waves of heat hit his face.
The fire snake hovering in the air dropped droplets of black flames. Each drop of flames suddenly grew in size in the air and turned into the shape of a magical creature. There were dozens of them. After landing on the ground, they ignited farther away. Shoot away.
"If you don't resurrect me, then everyone will die... The flames of the Fire Curse can continue to devour and grow, and it will eventually destroy Hogwarts!"
Voldemort stood in the flames, like a demon god. He raised his head and let out a wild roar that pierced his eardrums, and finally laughed loudly:
"Scamander, when you die, do you think Dumbledore will mourn you?!"
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(Thanks to "YNWA forever", "Listen to the Deer in the Deep Forest" and "Ji Chang" for their rewards.)
