Hogwarts: I'm Really Not The Dark Lord

Artorius looked at Voldemort with those golden vertical pupils, a mockery flashed in his eyes, the golden Lihuo formed a roaring dragon under the control of Artorius

"Damn lunatic stop me!"

Voldemort kept cursing and at the same time, he was also outputting magic power constantly to maintain the curse. Artorius is a psychopath. I just threatened him that the neuropathy will end up fighting with me. As for it?

Voldemort's heart can be said to be extremely irritable now, but unfortunately there is no way, who let him meet an even more irritable Artorius, I just threatened Artorius, and in the end Artorius was going to kill him directly, you fmd as long as you have a normal mind It's not like this kind of thing happened.

However, Voldemort is also suffering now. The strength of Artorius, a lunatic, has skyrocketed. Now Voldemort has no way to overwhelm Artorius. He can only use Ten Thousand Curses to keep trying to get rid of Artorius' Fierce Fire Curse. If Dumbledore didn't find out, it would be a ghost.

Artorius looked at Voldemort with a hint of disdain in his eyes, the Dark Lord is this thing?

"I promised you the conditions, stop me quickly!"

Voldemort really doesn't want to go back to the Albanian forest to live a life like a lonely ghost, so even if he can't wait to lose Artorius in 090, Voldemort still chooses to compromise. First of all, Artorius' strength is no longer known. What method was used to upgrade to the level of a legendary wizard.

Even Voldemort in his heyday would have had to take a while to beat Artorius.

But the current Voldemort is nothing more than a wisp of remnant soul, what should he use to fight it?

And bringing in Dumbledore, that would be more fun.

"You can stop, but you have to pay more."

Voldemort: Fuck me. . .

Voldemort, who was so close to him, couldn't hold back his violent temper and had a fight with Artorius.

But finally Voldemort held back.

"#7!"

The ashen-faced Voldemort agreed, and Artorius waved the wand in his hand. The next moment, the (chbb) giant dragon made of golden Fiendfyre in front of Artorius lost Artorius' supply of magic power, and after Voldemort's Ten Thousand Curses In the end, it finally went out.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the ground, and Voldemort was panting on the side. It can be said that Voldemort consumed a lot of mana in order to deal with Artorius' Fierce Flame. As a price, Quirrell's body is about to collapse right now. .

"Then get the stuff out now, I don't think you'll want to make me angry anymore, right?

The majestic and oppressive golden vertical pupils just stared at Voldemort like this. Voldemort's face was ashen, but he still pressed his wand against his temple and pulled out a silver-white filament. He took out a test tube from the drawer and poured the silver The white filament is placed in the test tube.

After getting what he wanted, Artorius said to Voldemort: "Better not lie to me.

Voldemort snorted coldly and said nothing.

The magic on Artorius began to wear off gradually.

Sensing the ever-decreasing magic power of Artorius, Voldemort was quite envious of Artorius' ability to burst out powerful magic power in a short time,

It's a pity that he is only half dead now, so he has no right to be greedy, he can only watch Artorius and make a secret decision in his heart that he must completely drain Artorius after he is resurrected.

"I want to see Nagini within three days, otherwise you will be hunted down by Bullido.

Artorius took a look at Voldemort and then slowly exited the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Voldemort's hand that was holding his wand began to tremble. He was Voldemort, the Dark Lord, but in the end he was repeatedly threatened by Artorius, a brat.

Longyou was attacked by shrimps in the shallows, and Huluo was bullied by dogs in Pingyang.

Voldemort had a profound opportunity for this sentence at this moment.

However, Voldemort no longer had the extra ability to covet Artorius' ability, and now Quirrell's body, where Voldemort lived, was about to collapse, so he had to increase his life in a short time.

The solution is naturally the blood of unicorns!

A flash of hotness flashed in Voldemort's eyes!

Returned the body to Quirrell's control.

"Quirrell, you don't want to just die like this, your body is almost unable to sustain it, if you want to live, then go to the Forbidden Forest to kill a unicorn and drink the unicorn's blood It can make you live for a while, and I can recreate a body for you after I get the Philosopher's Stone."

Quirrell, who had just gained control of his body, cried out in horror after hearing what Voldemort said: "No, no, you will be cursed if you drink the blood of a unicorn.

"It's just a mere curse, how can it be difficult for me to fall, as long as I get the Philosopher's Stone and revive me, I can easily solve the curse on your body, the big deal is to change your body."

Voldemort scolded, but Quirrell felt anger and resentment in his heart. He listened to Voldemort's lies in the Albanian forest and let Voldemort parasitize his body. one day.

Now that his body was almost about to collapse, Quirrell couldn't feel resentment in his heart.

But Quirrell didn't dare to express his resentment to Voldemort, Quirrell could only be furious in his heart, and vented this resentment and anger on Artorius.

Yes, Quirrell, who didn't dare to tilt his anger and hatred on Artorius, vented his anger and hatred on Artorius.

"I see, I will be the master."

"You have to be quick, your body won't last long understand? If you don't want to die, you must drink the blood of the unicorn as soon as possible."

Voldemort didn't care what was going on in Quirrell's mind.

To Voldemort, Quirrell was just a tool that he could throw away at any time.

If it wasn't difficult to find a new tool man, Voldemort would have replaced him with another person to parasitize.

"I understand Master!"

Voldemort fell into a long sleep back then, and it was a lot of consumption for Voldemort, so now he had to fall into a deep sleep.

Quirrell roared in a deep voice like a ghost crawling out of hell: "I will never let you go!"

The resentment in the eyes is almost about to materialize. .