Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 105 103 Give Voldemort a big fight!

Author: Lord Berefeld

Chapter 105 103. Give Voldemort a big fight!

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

But he quickly calmed down.

He can't do this!

I have dragged my broken soul into hiding and survived for eleven years.

Do you know how he spent these eleven years?

It lives on the bodies of small rodents in Albania and collects life bit by bit by preying on small animals. Its life is worse than that of wild dogs.

He didn't even dare to look for those powerful subordinates who were crawling at his feet before.

Want to hide in hiding XZ again?

He didn't want to continue living that kind of life for a moment.

The body must be taken back.

Then

'Kill them both!'

"No matter who fits the original prophecy, as long as he dies, the prophecy will cease to exist."

As Voldemort thought about this, his murderous intent grew in his heart. He raised his hand slightly and tied Neville into a rice dumpling with countless ropes.

He looked at the two little wizards who were tied up with layers of ropes and squirming on the ground like maggots.

The fear in Voldemort's heart was immediately reduced.

He is the one in control of the situation now.

So what's there to worry about?

Quirrell and Lakana are also adult wizards, and he is still the controller. Can two mere young wizards still fight back?

"Give me the magic stone!"

First, you must get the magic stone, you must get your body back, and return to your peak.

This is a must.

With the wand waving, Harry's body flew towards Quirrell unconsciously. He believed that the Philosopher's Stone he wanted must be in Harry's hand. These underground institutions were all arranged by Dumbledore. He understood

This was my former Professor of Transfiguration.

He believes in prophecies more than he does.

Then he grabbed Harry's shoulders.

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

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

When his hand first touched Harry's body, as if it had touched 'corpse powder', his palms, wrists, and arms began to gradually dissolve.

Quirrell let out a wail of pain, and Voldemort also felt extremely uncomfortable.

curse!

Potter has some kind of protective spell on him!

That guardian spell is protecting him!

The target is yourself!

At that moment, Voldemort suddenly understood how he died.

It's a pity that even if you realize it, it's already too late.

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

bite.

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

The real magic stone!

God seemed to have played another joke on him.

Wrong choice, he chose wrong again!

"Harry Potter! Neville Longbottom!"

Voldemort used his last strength to scream unwillingly, and his body turned into a puddle of smelly water.

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

It was Voldemort, the remnant soul of Voldemort. He gave up on Quirrell and planned to continue his escape.

Screaming and cursing, he dropped countless harsh words and flew towards the door.

"It seems I came at the right time."

At this critical moment, Dudley's voice sounded.

At some point, Dudley appeared at the gate, which was exactly the way Voldemort must pass to leave.

Then he made an action that was beyond everyone's expectations. He raised his hand to make a big move towards the remnant soul of Voldemort that 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 true that when he fell asleep, someone would give him a pillow.

He recognized Dudley at a glance, the wizard who fought with him in the Forbidden Forest not long ago. His strong physical fitness left a deep impression on him.

Yes, he planned to possess Dudley's body, so he rushed straight towards Dudley's body.

A mere slap, no matter how strong he is, can't do anything to him, because the soul has no entity, so 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 will still have a chance.

This time he will never touch Harry, he will use other methods to kill him, and that Longbottom, he will take the Sorcerer's Stone from him.

Victory is at hand.

the next moment,

Voldemort regretted it again.

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

Dudley's slap was golden and sparkling.

"Ripple Run!"

Ripples are golden ripples. The high-end application of Ripple Qigong can further enhance one's own strength and stimulate the body's potential.

And it is extremely lethal to dark creatures such as vampires.

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

Then a slap hit the remnant soul of Voldemort firmly.

Voldemort's originally distorted face revealed a look of astonishment.

Before he could calm down, he was whipped out with a swish.

It hit the wall hard, and the black gas was immediately scattered.

Then the black gas slowly gathered, trying to regroup into its original image, but the golden ripples in Dudley's palm did a lot of damage to his remnant soul, and he failed several times in a row.

There are only vampires in the jojo world, so it seems that it will only cause harm to vampires, but it is different in other worlds.

Ripple Qigong can cause great harm to things with negative and dark properties.

Including the remnant soul of Voldemort.

Here we can use the comparison between righteousness and black qi in "The Adventures of Jackie Chan". Ripple Qigong belongs to righteous qi, while negative and dark things belong to black qi.

After a while, the black demonic energy gradually gathered, and Voldemort regrouped, but the color on his body was much lighter than before, as if he might disappear at any time.

"How dare you, how dare you."

The majestic Dark Lord was swatted against the wall like a fly by a reckless man like Hagrid.

Shame, simply shame!

A hoarse voice sounded, and Voldemort's remnant soul stared at Dudley. But he didn't dare to act rashly anymore. Dudley proved that he was capable of hurting himself. That slap at least dispersed what he had learned in Albania.

After five or six years of vitality, one more slap will really kill him.

However, while Voldemort was afraid, he also had an extreme desire for Dudley's body. In addition to giving Dudley muscles, the ripple qigong also brought him life energy that was different from ordinary people, and this strong life energy was Voldemort's.

What he longed for was that if Dudley could be controlled, he would be able to recover quickly.

The five fingers of Dudley's left hand were slightly spread and held up less than five millimeters away from his face. His waist was slightly turned 50 degrees, facing Voldemort in a peculiar posture. The silver moonlight shone on Dudley's face through the window at the top of the room.

On the body.

The pressure of his height of two meters and three meters and the bulging muscles give people a very impactful visual shock.

There seemed to be a vague BGM sounding behind him.

‘Auntie, press it~’

This is Moonlight Dursley!

(End of chapter)