Voldemort felt that he was tired, really tired.
Quirrell's body was already in trouble, but now it seemed that his plan to capture the last unicorn had failed. In the previous battle, he used a lot of strength, which made his already poor physical condition worse.
Of course, this feeling of exhaustion is mainly borne by Quirrell.
So when the sound of footsteps came to their ears, Voldemort took a deep breath.
"Is this your counterattack?"
Voldemort's face showed a sneer: "I really didn't expect you to place your hope on a group of beasts."
"But the effect is very good, isn't it?"
A low-pitched voice sounded, and the man wearing a snake-face mask appeared in front of Voldemort again. Even though his face was covered, it did not delay Voldemort from feeling his sarcastic expression.
Damn it, even though I can’t see anything, why do I still feel like he’s mocking me?
Then he must be mocking me!
Then a trace of disgust flashed across Voldemort's eyes.
But his expression was basically calm, with a disdainful smile on his face: "The effect is very good? Where did you come to such an absurd conclusion?"
As he spoke, he waved the wand in his hand, and the red light shot in Luke's direction.
Luke waved his wand and canceled out the "Expelliarmus".
"Are you so weak?" Luke said in a pleasant tone, looking at Voldemort whose face had darkened, "Are you really weak? Don't you even dare to expend your mental energy now?"
Even Voldemort cannot be said to have unlimited use of the Death Curse, not just because of the side effects of the Death Curse - to be honest, it plunges people's minds into darkness. This side effect may not be considered a buff on Voldemort. ——Or because the Death Curse really consumes emotional energy and magic power itself.
Physically exhausted and mentally exhausted, he couldn't even use normal small spells in this state, let alone spells like the Death Curse.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Luke casually shot a green light, and Voldemort also knocked it away from a distance. Dark thoughts did not arise in Luke's mind, he just consumed a lot of mental power and magic power.
"Who are you?"
This is something Voldemort is very curious about. Who is this guy who can wander around Hogwarts? If he is a student... that's too much. No one will believe it.
But if it was a professor, Voldemort and Quirrell, both of whom had crazy memories, couldn't find a professor who could match him.
Outsider? This is ridiculous. It is not a problem for outsiders to invade the school, nor is it a problem to lurk. Just like Voldemort now, he uses a special method to parasitize, and then he can lurk silently.
He was only exposed because he needed to make trouble for himself.
"Why would you ask such a childish thing?" Luke smiled slightly, "If I could say this kind of thing, I would have said it when we first met."
Of course Luke would not confess his identity, at best he would come up with a false identity. But there are too many things involved behind the fake identity. After all, this kind of thing is not something that ends with a simple lie. It's okay if an identity doesn't care about other people's inquiries, but if it wants to withstand others' inquiries, it requires too much.
Luke didn't want to go to such trouble. He would rather let others figure out the identity.
Voldemort looked at the calm snake face. He really wanted to take off the mask and see what kind of hypocritical face it was underneath.
"Don't think so much." Luke looked at Voldemort's ugly face. Although his tone was pleasant, the vigilance in his eyes never disappeared.
"The battle between us is about to officially begin."
Before he finished speaking, he waved the wand in his hand, and a ball of flame rushed in the direction of Voldemort.
It stands to reason that the power of the fire spell is not very strong, and the power of the silent cast fire spell is naturally even worse.
But...the flame in front of me really makes people wonder if the damage is caused by the fire spell.
It's too much, it's really too much...
A fireball as big as a millstone.
The battle between wizards who cannot use apparation will naturally be much less confrontational, and may even look a bit ugly.
It's simply a confrontation between magic powers.
Like electric welding, it lacks beauty and desire for appreciation.
And if in such a battle, you bring a skilled transformation technique and a phantom that can be used continuously, it will be a completely different concept.
Water spurted out from the tip of the staff, forming a barrier of water in front of him.
The barrier backhand wrapped the fireball inside it, and then poured out in the direction of Luke.
Luke waved his wand, and the soil on the ground rose upwards, and then pierced the white water ball, and formed a hemisphere in front of Luke, isolating the bursting hot water vapor.
But because it was only half blocked, there was still water vapor coming from Luke's back, but Luke was wearing a thick enough special cloak, so he would not be injured.
He did not relax his vigilance. On the contrary, as he fought with Voldemort, he realized more and more that the current Voldemort was definitely not just like in the movie, sweeping the entire wizarding world with just one hand.
He still has a lot of fighting wisdom.
In the white water vapor, Quirrell, who was protecting himself with another layer of water bubbles, gasped for air.
"Well done! Quirrell, that's it!"
Voldemort's encouraging voice sounded in his mind.
"I didn't expect you to have such ability!"
Voldemort's tone was full of surprise, but a hint of disdain could still be heard. Such a little trick would not catch his eye after all.
Quirrell had no intention of paying attention to this guy now. He admitted that his magic power had become stronger. In the past, when facing such a fire spell, he could only block it with clear water like a spring, and then escape quickly.
But now, he has been able to fight back and even make things difficult for the opponent. These conceived ways of using spells can finally be realized.
However, I felt like my lungs were being roasted by hot coals, that little bit of itching and heart-wrenching pain. To be honest, if he had the chance, he would rather not have such power now.
His hands were shaking a little, but he still stretched out his wand in the direction of where Luke was in his memory.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
A ball of white light moved deep into the fog not far away. A moment later, huge continuous explosions were heard in that direction. But there was no scream as expected.
Trying his best to control his trembling hands, Quirrell regained his energy and alerted his surroundings.
Voldemort was no longer nagging in his mind. If he really fell into Dumbledore's hands and fell in the battle for the Sorcerer's Stone, maybe he could accept it. But...if such a great plan was to be destroyed in the hands of such a hidden person, then he couldn't accept it at all!
So now he doesn't bother Quirrell at all, but quietly waits for the opportunity, waits for the other party to reveal his flaws, and then takes over Quirrell's body and delivers a fatal blow.
But now, he can only hand the ball to Chilo.
"Shattered to pieces!"
Accompanying the shouting, a white light came first and hit Quirrell's body.
Quirrell moved the wand in his hand, and a light blue shield was wrapped around his body, and then collapsed instantly, but it also canceled out the curse.
Quirrell used his own spirit to sense the opponent's position.
Fighting in such terrain is what he is best at. In previous battles, he would also use the thick fog spell to restrict the opponent's vision, and then find opportunities to kill the opponent in such thick fog.
But it was really the first time for him to use such tactics in a battle of this level.
This time, his opponent was a wizard, and a powerful wizard.
"Quirrell, you are still too naive."
Evil and sinister laughter came from all around the thick fog, making it difficult to see the direction for a while.
"Whose eyes do you expect this fog to cover?"
Before he finished speaking, a strong wind surged up, clearing the thick fog almost instantly.
Quirrell's eyes flashed with shock.
Are you kidding? Why is this happening? Obviously, in addition to the water vapor, there is also the thick fog spell that he has set up himself, which is extremely skilled and always invincible.
If the Dense Fog Curse was really that easy to remove, it wouldn't be one of Quirrell's trump cards.
"That's it?"
The snake-faced mask appeared in Quirrell's sight again. The cold expression and contemptuous provocation were really difficult for Quirrell to accept.
Looking at the snake-faced mask, Voldemort suddenly said: "You are from the Gaunt family, right?"
Quirrell himself was the first to be confused by this sudden question, leaving others alone.
Why is there such speculation? Is it because of the snake face mask? That’s so relatable. Even if you really guess in this direction, there are definitely a lot of snake-related families in the entire wizarding world. But what surprised Quirrell was... the snake-faced man opposite didn't even deny it...
When Luke heard this question, he was naturally stunned for a moment. To be honest, he didn't remember that he had any flaws in this area, right?
Why did you suddenly guess your identity?
wrong. Luke quickly changed his mind. They did not discover his identity, but just thought that the snake-faced man would be his subordinate, and even...
"You are the true heir of the Gaunt family, right?"
The four words "rational analysis" were written almost clearly on Voldemort's face.
Seeing that the snake-faced man opposite did not respond, a smile gradually appeared on Voldemort's face. But he soon calmed down. There was just a hint of smile left in the corner of his mouth.
"Luke Gunter is just a kid. Although he seems to have some strength, is he really capable of stirring up trouble in the entire wizarding world?"
"I absolutely do not believe that a member of the Gaunt family came out of seclusion just to inherit some unknown inheritance and to contact those unknown people."
"How can a member of the Gunter family not cause something big?"
Although Voldemort's face didn't have that kind of pride and excitement, it was somewhat proud. Would a mixed-race person who believed in pure blood really hate his other half?
If he really hated it, shouldn't he have led the half-blood wizards and mudblood wizards to directly rebel against him and seize the bird position?
He liked the legend of the Gaunt family so much, those ruthless, arrogant, and ambitious Gaunt family members.
Unconsciously, I want to become a real member of the Gaunt family. But Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle, was so clear-headed. Even if he kills all the members of the Gunter family, he will not become a true member of the Gunter family.
"If you want to achieve something big, I can help you!"
Voldemort opened his hands and showed a confident smile.
"As long as we both work together, this world can be easily controlled by us!"
"I can even agree to make Luke Gunter the successor. He will be the next generation, the Dark Lord!"
When Voldemort said this, there was no sense of bewitchment or temptation in his tone, just honesty, as if every word he said came from the heart and was his true wish.
Indeed, these are all from the heart and his true wishes, but only for this moment.
What will he think next moment? Who knows...
To be honest, Luke was a little confused when he heard such a sincere invitation. He could probably understand why some people would still be willing to be Voldemort's dog.
It's not just that incest has screwed up their brains. But this person does have enough charisma, coupled with strong power, it is not strange for someone to follow such a person.
but……
"Oh, are you thinking too much, Tom Riddle?"
Luke still had a sarcastic tone, as if he had never taken Voldemort seriously.
When Quirrell was wondering what the name Tom Riddle meant, he felt his consciousness blur, and then his eyes went black.
'What's going on...'
Voldemort had a stern look on his face, and after knocking Quirrell unconscious, he moved his body that was riddled with holes. At this time, Quirrell's body was like a magnificent palace that had been eaten away by termites. It looks almost perfect on the outside, but it really breaks when touched.
Normal power is slowly accumulated bit by bit, and someone like Quirrell who gains power through shortcuts at one time must pay a price.
The price Quirrell paid was the origin of his life.
"What do you know?" Voldemort's voice was low, but there was not much hostility in it. To be honest, his name became taboo for many people after he became the most powerful person. But that doesn't mean no one knows the name.
Leaving aside others, Dumbledore, who brought him from the orphanage to Hogwarts, naturally knew this name.
Therefore, he was more concerned about what else this snake-faced man knew.
The snake-faced man, Luke, smiled, raised his index finger and said, "Don't be so excited. Let me tell you some news first."
"Luke Gunter is indeed from this generation, the heir of the Gunter family."
Looking at Voldemort's unresponsive expression, Luke knew that this was actually a sign of an ugly expression.
"Ha, and what I have to tell you is that Luke Gunter went to the old house of the Gunter family and took away the genealogy left in the old house."
Then his tone became more cheerful.
"Do you know what he found?"
Voldemort's face remained calm: "What?"
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"Ha ha ha ha……"
As if he would laugh when he thought about this matter, the snake-faced man couldn't help laughing after all. At first it was just a chuckle, and then he laughed, the kind of laughter that made him want to punch the ground.
When Voldemort's face became more and more ugly, the snake-faced man finally spoke up.
"Hehehe, ah~, he discovered that he is the same generation in the Gunter family as Marvolo Gunter!"
The snake-faced man looked at Voldemort, who looked dull at first, then turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and finally even turned a little purple.
"So, what should you call Luke Gaunt?"
"Avada Kedavra!"
All he got in response was an angry roar.
"Hahahaha, I'm so happy to have an extra grandpa!"
While Luke dodged this life-killing curse, he laughed and taunted him.
Then he waved the wand in his hand and directed a same green beam of light forward.
The wind blows, the forest moves, and murderous intent surges.
Almost crazy.
Voldemort really gave up all defenses. He single-mindedly suppressed Luke with an almost crazy offensive.
Luke resisted the opponent's attack with ease. But in reality, time is always being counted.
He didn't know how long Quirrell's body could last, but judging from Voldemort's desire for unicorns, I'm afraid their situation was not good.
Otherwise, with such a vengeful character, how could Voldemort give up an opportunity to kill Luke?
Obviously, he knew that this was bait. In the final analysis, Dumbledore and the others still overestimated the value of Luke or Harry in Voldemort's heart.
Or, they still underestimated Voldemort's intelligence.
Luke always felt that Dumbledore was arrogant. He seemed to treat Voldemort as the child he met back then.
The light clashed, and steel spears and swords appeared on the ground from time to time to stab Voldemort.
In this kind of battle, Luke gradually completed the offensive and defensive changes.
However, just when Voldemort was gradually at a disadvantage, the snake-faced man suddenly stopped.
He looked into the distance, then smiled at Voldemort and said, "Tom, I didn't expect that you didn't escape early today. But I think I don't have that much time to play with you."
After saying that, he waved his hand, then silently turned into reality and disappeared from the spot.
At this time, only the somewhat sluggish Voldemort was left here, feeling the tricks of fate and the malice of the world.
