i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 99 KO Voldemort

Rigg looked at Voldemort, and his pupils seemed to take on the golden red color of fire at this time, and his golden hair was floating in the air because of the full magic power.

The extreme high temperature roasted the entire classroom, and fireballs with unpredictable shapes stretched out their tongues of flame and burned nearby, making a crackling sound.

"So it's you." Voldemort said through gritted teeth.

After being blown away by the blazing flames in the Forbidden Forest last time, he had to use his own power to save Quirrell's broken body.

The original plan to clear the level without anyone noticing was also ruined, so I could only start rudely in advance and forcefully clear the level to get the magic stone.

Feeling the magic power fluctuating like sea waves on the opposite side, Voldemort's slit-like eyes widened, and he curled his fingers.

There must be no time left for this little wizard to use up the flames.

Rigg saw Voldemort's bent fingers and turned palms. Generally speaking, this was a sign that the wizard wanted to attack and use magic spells.

But he wasn't worried at all.

Because he has companions.

Harry, who was well prepared, pounced forward, spreading his fingers hard to cover more area.

Voldemort's grasped fingers soon became covered with blood blisters, and the skin continued to shrink, eventually turning into charcoal.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face, his sharp nails digging into Voldemort's already bloody skin.

"What! Ah————"

Voldemort's pulling gesture was interrupted by Harry. He struggled and fought with Harry on the ground, and blisters appeared on his face and body that would not subside.

With his biceps bulging, Harry pinned Voldemort firmly to the ground.

This attack confirmed his suspicion: as soon as he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, Quirrell and Voldemort would feel excruciating pain.

Good nutrition and the Quidditch training designed by Wood made Harry's body full of muscles. It was not as difficult to suppress an already weak Voldemort as it was to suppress a Quaffle.

He held on to Voldemort tightly, causing him to be in so much pain that he could not curse himself and Rigg.

Voldemort screamed and tried desperately to get rid of Harry. Quirrell was also woken up from coma and fell into coma again, over and over again.

There isn't even much blood left in this body now.

Because he was holding on to Voldemort, Harry's headache became more and more severe. His eyes were dark, filled with little stars.

Harry could only hear Quirrell's terrifying screams and Voldemort's vicious roar.

"Kill him!" "Help me!"

Other voices shouted: "Harry! Harry!"

The voice was like the voices of his family in his fantasy when he was looking at the Mirror of Erised, but maybe it was an illusion in his mind.

Seeing Rigg preparing to attack, a sense of legendary heroism emerged from Harry's heart.

He blocked himself with Voldemort's body and shouted: "Rig!"

Rigg was already ready, but Voldemort's resistance was too great. When he and Harry rolled on the ground together, he was afraid of hurting Harry.

Now that Harry was ready, Harry half-lifted the mummified Quirrell like he was lifting a child.

Rigg raised his arm, with the palm of his hand facing Voldemort, and he pushed forward gently.

Countless flames that had turned into white or even transparent slowly flew towards Voldemort under the guidance of Rigg's magic power.

Seeing the flying fireball, Voldemort's eyes were filled with fear, without any of the calmness and arrogance that had frightened Harry before.

The layers of wounds, the inexplicable curse on Harry, the decaying body that was about to end his life but was forcibly hung...

Voldemort really wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Rigg felt the flow of magic power, and the fireball flew past slowly, which proved that his control had reached a higher level.

"Stab-"

The further it flew forward, the smaller the area of ​​the fireball became, and finally there was only a small concentrated ball left, flying towards Voldemort's head very quickly.

Rigg's raised arms were trembling slightly, and he couldn't control them anymore after turning into this little ball.

Voldemort screamed and tried to move his head.

But this is all in vain, a waste of effort.

Rigg would not allow Voldemort to escape this fatal blow, and neither would Harry, who was ready to sacrifice his life for justice.

After the fireball flew to Voldemort's face, it slowly pressed down, and the skin in contact was burnt, giving off a strange charcoal smell.

"You should really try high-temperature hair removal." Rigg said with a smile to Voldemort, who was screaming silently.

Voldemort could no longer make a sound, and his vicious little eyes could no longer be opened.

Harry was amused by Rigg's sudden sense of humor and laughed out loud. He almost failed to suppress Voldemort, who was on the verge of death, and burst out with a force that almost overturned him.

After the fireball burned Voldemort's head in all directions, he stopped moving.

Rigg's face was extremely pale, and he paused his magic output while panting. The feeling of emptiness radiating from the inside out of his body made Rigg shudder.

After waiting for a while, Harry carefully let go of his hand and stood up.

Quirrell just lay on the ground, motionless.

"Is he dead?"

In the distance, Hermione and Ron, standing at the door of the room, ready to escape at any moment, asked together.

Ron's face still showed the fear from before. He was clearly ready to leave, but he still held the long sword in his arms.

When Hermione looked at Voldemort from Rigg, she pulled Ron, who was standing there, and ran to the door, ready to leave at any time.

The Philosopher's Stone was with her, and she had to ensure that this treasure, which everyone had worked hard on, would not fall into Voldemort's hands and become a tool to help him recover.

Standing at the door, Hermione was almost overwhelmed by this feeling of guilt.

Although this was part of their plan, when she actually stood on the threshold, she only felt like a coward. She also wanted to fight with Rigg and Harry.

If it weren't for her lack of trust in Ron's work, Hermione would have wanted to entrust Ron with the Philosopher's Stone and then go back to help Rigg.

"He's dead."

Li Ge carefully inspected the body.

It's really strange. He obviously killed someone, but he didn't question himself after killing someone.

Neither did Harry.

Harry's face was filled with sincere joy, and his green eyes were sparkling, watery, and filled with tears.

Voldemort was so arrogant and cruel that when he talked about killing his parents, it was like killing a chicken.

"I killed your father first, but he would rather die than give in and fight me bravely. Your mother didn't have to die, but she tried her best to protect you." When Voldemort said this, there was still cruelty on his face.

's smile.

Thinking of what Voldemort had said before, Harry kicked his body uncontrollably, then ran to the Mirror of Erised and cried in front of it.

Rigg looked at Harry silently. In his arms was an excited and crying Hermione, and his hands were gently stroking Hermione's long hair.

"Everyone stand back!"

Snape, who finally arrived, seemed to have dragged down all the storms in England. His eyes were empty and there was no expression on his face.

Finally finally!! Shark Voldemort!!

Ball recommendation tickets and monthly tickets——————

It’s time to eat

(End of chapter)