"No! Master! Don't-" Along with Quirrell's scream, Harry felt the scar on his forehead burning like a fire.
There were some murmuring words in my head inexplicably, like talking in sleep or singing softly. Although the content is not realistic, it does give people a depressing and eerie feeling.
Harry held his forehead with a look of pain on his face.
"Luke Gunter, I knew you were definitely not as simple as you usually show." Quirrell, who was standing above, had already changed his tone and expression.
Even if he is just a stranger, he can now easily tell that the person in front of him is completely different from the person before.
Under the same skin, a new soul has been replaced. Quirrell's appearance has not changed, but the expression on his face at this time gives people an evil impression. When people look at his expression, in addition to feeling a sense of oppression, they will also feel an inexplicable feeling. fear.
The reason for all this is because the person standing where he is now is not the Quirrell who has failed in his achievements and failed to achieve his fame.
But the second generation Dark Lord, Voldemort. Harry couldn't help but shudder, as if he was frightened.
But Luke didn't. Rather, he looked a little more excited at this time.
"Why don't you face me with your real face? Are you afraid? Or are you ashamed of yourself? Or maybe you feel that your current face is embarrassing?" Luke relentlessly faced Voldemort with a fierce output.
Voldemort's face didn't look good at this time. His eyes that originally looked a bit incomprehensible now became as cold as ice.
"Ha..." With a sneer, Voldemort slowly took off his turban, exposing his head.
Harry's mouth opened unconsciously, and his eyes widened involuntarily. Looking at the strange face on the back of Quirrell's head, he felt a sick feeling emerge involuntarily.
And Luke looked at the face that looked like a ball of rotten meat, and couldn't help but touch his chin and marveled.
"Tom, you are quite shameless. It would be too shameless to live in such a dirty state."
"Those so-called dignity and face are naturally very important," Voldemort said from the back of his head with his own mouth.
"But compared to the great achievements I have not completed, I would rather lie down in the sewer and live in a dark and putrid place. Then I will look for opportunities to return to the sunshine and kill all those who disobey me. No one will be spared. ." Voldemort said calmly and calmly, as if he was not affected at all.
Luke didn't even hear a hint of hatred in his tone. But the black color that symbolizes this hatred has completely exaggerated all the dust of his emotions.
No color at all.
"Luke, join my team and become my right-hand man. The joining of a glorious Gunter will add luster to my grand plan. At the same time, you will also share the glory with me. You want to become the next generation of Black Panther." The Devil!" Voldemort wanted to reach out to Luke, but after all, he couldn't bend his hand, so he could only look at Luke with a very sincere look.
"And you, Harry Potter. Unconsciously, you, or rather, your mother, caused me a lot of trouble. But it doesn't matter, I learned a lot during this period of silence, so now these things are all You can be forgiven. As long as you are willing to join me. The Potter family, which is now declining, will also usher in a revival."
"Don't you yearn for it? Just like what Luke did at the banquet that day, to become the benchmark of the nobility and the glory of pure blood." His words were full of temptation, but Harry refused without even thinking about it. .
"If I want, I will do it myself, but I will never rely on you, Voldemort, a murderer!" Harry's eyes were full of anger.
Of course he knew that the guy in front of him had quite a grudge against him, and his parents died in his hands.
If he had been alone, he would have taken out his wand and started fighting by now. But that's not the case.
There is someone he can rely on, Luke. He knew that Luke would never succumb to evil.
So he looked at Luke, and sure enough, he saw a playful smile on Luke's face. Of course, Voldemort also saw Luke's smile, which had neither good intentions nor evil intentions. It just felt like he saw a stupid monkey hiding his peach core from other monkeys.
Just laugh because it's funny.
"Tom, do you want to see what you look like now?" Luke said with a smile: "If you had a complete body and strong strength, I might even consider giving in to you, but now, let me be honest, I don’t even see anything in you that I should be afraid of.”
"The insect dancing with its tentacles in the gutter still wants to let people walking on the ground lie down in the gutter with it? What do you think?" The smile on Luke's face was very dull, and such dullness, for For Voldemort, this expression was full of Luke's disdain and contempt for his current situation.
"Ha..." Voldemort sneered again, then took out his wand and pointed it at Luke.
"Adawa Kendava." Luke waved the wand in his hand unceremoniously. There was a stone wall bulge on the ground similar to before. Luke was going to use this to block the curse.
But when the green beam collided with the stone wall, Luke's eyes twitched, and he quickly dodged sideways.
The next moment, the green beam shattered the stone wall, then bombarded the ground, shattering the stone bricks on the ground.
Harry gulped. He had just seen Professor Quirrell and Luke both use this spell. Judging from the situation at the time, Luke's spell was even more powerful than Professor Quirrell.
But compared with this life-killing curse, the fight between the two people just now was like a play between children.
If children really knew how to play around with the Killing Curse...
"Tsk, tsk, that's really awesome." Luke stood up and said with emotion as he looked at Voldemort, who proudly stared at him with Quirrell's face and eyes.
"Is this what you rely on to talk shamelessly in front of me?" A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Quirrell's lips, exactly the same as Luke's smile just now.
"You have to dodge even this move?" If you have to dodge even this move, why do you laugh at me as a loser who acts in the gutter?
Soon, you will die at the hands of this loser. The sarcastic smile contained such meaning silently.
"That's wrong. When I said you failed, I didn't say it as an opponent." Luke patted the dust on his body and said,
"I'm saying you're useless, grandson~"
"Avada Kendawa!" The dark green beam, which was three-thirds thicker than before, let out a roar eager to devour life, and rushed towards Luke.
"Harry! Stone!" Before Voldemort took action, Luke stretched out his hand and shouted to Harry.
Harry made the most of the most crucial element of being a Seeker, his quick reflexes. Then, a red gemstone drew a beautiful parabola in the air, like a golden halo, and fell into Luke's hand.
When Voldemort was about to snatch it, Luke had already taken the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, and at this moment, activated the Sorcerer's Stone.
The magic in Luke's body surged wildly. At that moment, Voldemort even felt that he saw Dumbledore who fought with him back then.
Luke waved the wand in his hand, and a stone wall rose again on the ground, but in the next moment, this stone wall turned into bright gold.
The shrewdly shaped golden wall with twin snakes coiled around it, when it collided with the magic spell, although it was crumbling, it still blocked the magic spell.
Harry felt like he was here just for the shock. Everything today gave him a subversive understanding of the existing understanding of the wizarding world.
It turns out that the wizards' methods are not just as simple as magic spells. It turns out that wizards are much more magical than what they have seen and imagined.
"The Philosopher's Stone..." Voldemort looked at Luke, who was holding the Philosopher's Stone and whose aura was so swollen that it shouldn't be the strength he should have, with a rather complicated expression.
"The gold transformed by the magic stone is not completely normal gold. Compared with normal gold, it is contaminated with magic power. When the transformation is completed at the beginning, it has a certain ability to resist magic and suppress magic. So if it can be used effectively As for the Philosopher's Stone, there are many things that can be manipulated." Luke had a confident smile on his face.
Then the wand was waved, and many golden snakes emerged from the ground. They opened their mouths to demonstrate to Voldemort, and then attacked in his direction.
Voldemort's face was quite ugly. He kept waving his wand and used some spells that Harry had never seen before, smashing the snakes and flying them away.
It can be seen that the power of his spell did not allow him to achieve his original purpose, so his face looked quite ugly.
The smile on Luke's face grew stronger as he looked at Voldemort, who could still parry and even manage to throw an offensive spell at him from time to time.
With a wave of the wand in his hand, a golden unicorn rose from the ground, pawed the ground with its front hooves, and then hit Voldemort with a sharp horn on its head.
"You..." Voldemort dodged to the side, avoiding the impact of the unicorn, but was bitten on the calf by the golden snake underneath him.
There was a look of pain on his face, and then he reluctantly smashed the golden snake that bit him.
But the snake head was still biting tightly in the flesh, so he could only disperse the snakes around him, seize the opportunity, break open the snake head, and throw it on the ground.
The gushing blood soon stained his trousers red. Voldemort felt quite unfamiliar with this feeling. It had been a long time since he had experienced what it felt like to bleed.
As a remnant soul in the first 11 years, he was unable to bleed. But earlier, he was fond of killing people and killed people without blood, which was the most deadly.
Naturally, it was even less likely that anyone would make him bleed.
"Surprise, Tom? I have been preparing for this day for a long time." As he said that, Luke waved his wand again, and the golden snakes that had been cleaned up again came out again, even more than before.
"What do you want to do?" Voldemort did not fight back immediately, but looked at Luke in confusion.
"I really can't imagine why a noble pureblood like you would go against me..."
"Different paths do not conspire with each other." Luke said, pointing his wand to the ground. To be honest, he wished that Voldemort could chat with him for a while longer.
"Why? Shouldn't you and I have to be together? Following the tradition of the Gaunt family, we will enslave those humble mudbloods and hybrids together." Voldemort looked puzzled, and at the same time, the wand in his hand was flashing. Shining light.
"Why enslave them? Is there still a civil war between wizards? Wait until the Muggles discover us and eliminate us all? We need change, but it is definitely not the kind of change you are talking about." Luke scolded sternly: " The change you talk about is just the world you want to live in, it is your own desire! You are just trying to satisfy your own desires."
"Then what's the difference between you and me! Are the changes you talk about really more righteous than mine?" Voldemort said disdainfully,
"You are just sacrificing the interests of those in your plan, and then creating the world you want."
"You are also the most selfish person!" Harry felt that he was very confused now. Inexplicably, the confrontation between the two people changed from a battle to a verbal confrontation. For this reason, he even felt that what the two people said made sense.
He might like that world, but is it really a world that everyone likes? Harry, who was confused, heard Luke's voice the next moment.
"No, it's different," Luke's eyes were unusually firm,
"For the sake of glory, so do the right thing."
"I firmly believe that my path is correct!" Harry seemed to see the light piercing the fog, while Voldemort continued to sneer.
He still thinks that his path is the right one...
"So, Tom, don't think about the possibility of reconciliation between us. I said... we don't agree with each other."
"To be honest, you are one of those people who will be sacrificed in my plan..."
"The conflict between us is irreconcilable." After Luke finished speaking, a smile appeared on his face. And Voldemort also had a smile on his face.
"Dragon's Wrath!"
"Shadow of Death!" A golden fire dragon with red light on its body rushed up from the ground at Luke's feet, let out an angry roar of gold and iron, and then rushed in the direction of Voldemort.
On Voldemort's side, a pale snake-shaped shadow also let out a silent but heart-shaking roar, and then collided with the fire dragon.
The huge magic snake and the golden fire dragon were in a stalemate for a moment, and then cracks appeared on their bodies, and the body of the pale snake shadow was also covered with cracks.
Luke's expression was solemn, and the wand in his hand continued to output the magic power at the golden fire dragon to maintain its form.
On the other side, Voldemort did the same, attacking the opponent with all his strength. But this stalemate did not last long.
How could Voldemort, who was half disabled, be compared with Luke, who was holding the Philosopher's Stone?
Defeat is inevitable. The golden dragon let out an angry roar and rushed towards Voldemort.
Voldemort's eyes showed an angry look, but he was helpless and could only watch himself being knocked away by the golden fire dragon.
Luke stood on a piece of gold, his breath a little heavy, but his condition was still intact.
"you lose."
