Chapter 114: What Big News Is Avada Chewing?
Voldemort hated three things in his life.
One, call him by his real name;
Two, talk about his origins;
Three, interrupt his speech.
There are only three or two people left in the magic world who dare to do this.
And today, there is finally one more person.
The blowpipe missile, which is getting bigger and bigger, is basically no threat to Voldemort holding the wand.
All it takes is a light wave,
It will fly somewhere else.
Just like he is doing now.
"Wingardim Leviosa——"
The fifteen-inch long alder wand made the missile fly vertically to the top of the corridor first.
"A child's trick." Voldemort sneered, without even looking up.
"Now!"
Fred and George shook out the smoke bombs in their pockets at the same time.
As soon as they rose, they were all gathered into a ball by the thirteen and a half inch yew wand.
The little time the twins bought was enough for Vincent, who had lifted the floating spell, to take aim.
"Bang——"
The 62mm sniper bullet accurately passed through the blowpipe missile on Voldemort's head.
"Go into the principal's office quickly!" Vincent pulled up Hermione and Rove who were standing next to them.
Under the influence of violent explosion,
The cracked corridor floor was falling bit by bit.
After they entered, the figures annihilated by the fire were
But it was floating in the air again.
Voldemort tore off his tattered black robe and used magic to stop the bleeding on Quirrell's scarred body.
"No one can save you, not even Dumbledore -"
The descendants of the last pair of horned beasts in the magic world were enough to buy him plenty of time.
After holding it in for eleven years, the little wizard inside was just right to serve as an appetizer for a few plates.
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Principal's office.
After the six little ones came up, they immediately added various defenses to the gate.
"Huhu - I said buddy, he should have been killed, right?"
"How is that possible!" Vincent hurriedly ran to the shelf where the Sorting Hat was placed. "If it was Quirrell, I would have announced the time of death just now."
"Ah - why did he come back!" Cedric hugged his shoulders and shivered, "It's over. Professor Dumbledore has to control the crazy horned beast. We're done..."
"Hey, what's so scary about Voldemort!"
Vincent picked up the Sorting Hat and said, "Mr. Hat, I'm sorry to have to wrong you."
He drew the sword of Gryffindor,
His eyes looked at the other five people with some confusion.
With Voldemort's brain circuit, he would definitely use Legilimency.
Hermione clasped her little hands together tightly and looked at him firmly.
Vincent tossed her his hat and ran to the window next to the door.
"He's coming."
Voldemort did not take the spiral staircase,
He came up through the black mist.
Hermione hid the Sorting Hat under her school uniform, "What are we going to do?"
"He can't guess what I'm thinking, so you'd better pretend I don't exist."
Vincent disappeared into thin air.
After this, four small bottles rolled to the ground.
The effect of taking the potion for the second time seemed to be slightly weaker than the first time.
"Vincent is not here. Vincent is not here..."
Hermione, who couldn't stop thinking, was hiding under the portraits of the previous headmasters who were still snoring.
"Cedric, aren't you scared anymore?" George, who was standing at the door, joked.
"Call me Ced." Although Cedric calmed down, his right hand holding the wand was still shaking, "That's what my family calls me."
"Awesome!" Fred gave him an elbow. "In what month were you born?"
"September."
"Hahaha——" George smiled mischievously, "Then you are our younger brother~"
Cedric also learned to smile, "I was born in 1977, and I am 14 years old this year."
The smiles on the twins' faces instantly fell.
"I'm 16!" Luofu raised his little head proudly, "You all have to call me big brother!"
Hermione, whose cat was in the corner, gave him a pair of eyes.
Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere should be able to hide it from the Legilimency masters outside.
And indeed it is.
Voldemort, who floated outside the principal's office door, was stunned for a second.
Not only were the children inside not afraid, they were even joking in high spirits.
I don’t know the content, but this laughter...
"Hahahaha~ Half of his face must have been fluorescent green before!"
"Not only that, they are all filled with pustules~"
"He is hidden in Quirrell's body,
It’s really bad luck~”
Voldemort, who has always regarded himself as elegant, is very calm.
He put his hand on the doorknob and ignored the magic that came back.
feel pain,
He subconsciously treated the wound again.
Quirrell's body was transformed by magic, but it was far inferior to the original one without a nose.
As long as he gets the magic stone, his body that has been transformed by magic countless times will come back.
Voldemort smiled cruelly and pushed open the door.
"Puff——" The smoke spread quickly.
He waved his left hand forward and saw four boys wearing strange masks.
"A child's trick."
As soon as the yew wand was raised, he jerked back.
"Ding——" The invisible sharp blade pierced the floor.
Voldemort pointed forward and lifted the Disillusionment Curse.
But there was only a sword stuck in the floor.
"The Sword of Gryffindor—" He took out his left hand and tried to hold the hilt.
"Bah——" A cut was made horizontally on the wrist.
"Expelliarmus!" x4
Voldemort blocked it with his injured arm.
After the sword of Gryffindor disappeared again, he bent down and planted the yew wand on the floor.
A large hole with a diameter of ten meters dragged him and four people down together.
"You can't hide it."
If nothing unexpected happened, the invisible Vincent also fell down.
"Shock reduction and speed stop——" Only four voices sounded.
Voldemort, who was stepping on the black mist, looked a little ugly.
As a powerful figure in the magic world, he could not find a young wizard who had just entered school.
Feeling quite annoyed, he held the yew wand and cast a large-scale manifestation spell.
"Surprise?" Vincent landed in front of him, holding the Sword of Gryffindor high.
The next second, a silver shield was neatly separated.
The left arm that was not holding the wand was also cut off by the sword.
Voldemort smiled ferociously, pointing his right hand at the falling Vincent.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The extremely fast speed of the green lightning-like ray made the four people who had landed smoothly tremble subconsciously.
Vincent in mid-air twisted his waist under the increase of enhancer and agility potion, blocking the Sword of Gryffindor in front of him.
A death-like cold started from the hilt of the sword and spread throughout his body.
"Bang -" Vincent fell on the spiral staircase.
He closed his eyes and seemed to have lost consciousness.
Voldemort grinned.
At such a height, even if you don't die under the killing curse, you may be seriously injured if you fall.
"Now, tell me—"
He stepped on the black mist and landed in front of the four of them, "Where is my magic stone."
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