I was inventing at Hogwarts

Rigg and Hermione had been paying close attention to Harry.

As soon as Harry moved, they discovered the small pocket that was originally flat but now suddenly bulged a little.

A smile appeared on Rigg's lips, and he went over the battle plan in his mind for a while.

Only Ron saw nothing, rubbing his arms in boredom.

After being nervous for a long time, Quirrell didn't notice them. Ron relaxed after being nervous.

"How was it?" Quirrell asked Harry impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry shifted his scarf so that it was blocking the pocket.

"I saw myself shaking Dumbledore's hand," he made up, "I, I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

Ron changed his position to hold the sword, and he felt that his right hand was numb again.

Quirrell began to curse, "Get away from me, stupid boy."

He began to focus on tapping in the mirror again, trying to find the non-existent mechanism.

As Harry meekly stepped aside, he felt the precious Philosopher's Stone against his thigh.

Just run away with it now? Rigg and the others are still here. Even if he manages to escape, what will happen to his friends?

Harry had just taken a few steps back when he heard an eerie voice speaking, exactly the same as the voice that had scolded Quirrell just now.

But Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

"He's lying. Let me talk to him, face to face..."

After resting for a long time, Voldemort felt that he was doing well again.

"Master, your strength has not recovered yet!"

"I still have this little strength."

He got on.

Quirrell raised his hand and took off the scarf from his head.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. The face was as white as chalk, but with some black stubble and burn marks.

His red eyes were shining, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

What should have been an extremely scary scene turned out to be funny because of the black spots on his eyelids and face.

Ron closed his mouth tightly, fearing that he would laugh out loud.

Rigg also admired this scene. Voldemort's face no longer looked like a kiwi fruit, but was as bumpy as the surface of the moon. It was obvious that he had done a lot of experiments with his face.

Starting the battle with the tragic image of the enemy immediately made Li Ge feel more confident.

"Harry Potter..." Voldemort whispered as he finally came out.

"Look what I've become!"

Voldemort's ugly face was full of resentment, and before he could turn around, he began to roar: "I am left with only shadow and vapor. I can only have a body when I share a body with others."

Forced to act with Quirrell, whom he didn't like at all, and to treat Quirrell's body that was weakening every day to prevent him from dissipating and dying, this was something the proud Voldemort did not expect when he possessed him.

He just regarded Quirrell as a replaceable waste.

"Oh, yes, you and your friends also prevented me from getting the unicorn's blood. I was seriously injured..." His voice was like a snake spitting out a message, hissing.

"Once I get the elixir of life, my magic stone."

Rigg curled his lips disdainfully, who said the magic stone is yours?

"I will be able to recreate my own body..."

Voldemort hid the second half of his sentence. With his own body, Quirrell could die.

he thought grimly.

"Well, why don't you give me the magic stone in your pocket?"

Turns out he knows! Harry suddenly felt feeling in his legs again.

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to turn around so he could get a better look at Harry Potter.

Voldemort finally came out and blinked his eyes. The black hair that had grown back at some point stuck into his eyes, and physiological tears almost came out.

This is far more painful than having an eyelash lodged in your eye.

Even if he asked Quirrell to clean up the hair that appeared for no reason, there were still many roots on his face that needed to be removed every day.

Harry knew that this was the Voldemort who wanted to kill him. He wanted to step back, but his legs refused to obey him and kept shaking.

It was now, Rigg clenched the biting hat in his hand.

His thoughts seemed to be received by Hermione, and a strange singing voice suddenly sounded.

This is the most popular pop song in the wizarding world in the past 30 years, but Ron sang every word out of tune.

Quirrell was upset when he heard this, and his temples were beating hard.

He liked this song very much.

Even Harry and Rigg, who had heard it earlier, felt uncomfortable. Harry came to his senses immediately and staggered back.

Then came the sound of rustling and panicked footsteps. This sound seemed to surround Quirrell, coming from every direction.

Hermione, who had sneaked over, supported the nervous Harry and pushed him forward.

The mere touch of her hand gave Harry a little strength.

Rigg immediately canceled the illusion spell on Ron. After Ron appeared, the running sound stopped.

Ron, who was still distracted, didn't expect that the war would start so soon.

He suddenly appeared and looked at Voldemort who turned to look at Ron.

Ron panicked and swung the long sword that made him feel most secure. He muttered what Rigg had told him before entering the room.

"Big pendulum, big pendulum, hit your head and run away... big swing..."

Ron's mind went blank, except for what Rigg told him.

"ha!"

He swung the long sword with all his strength, and struck Quirrell hard on the head in front of Quirrell's horrified eyes.

The long sword, which had been polished by the ground for a long time, exerted its power at this time, cutting into Quirrell's head like a melon or a vegetable.

"Ah-ahhhhh!!"

Voldemort, who was caught off guard, screamed, his body almost dissipated, and then he regained his balance.

Ron sat down on the ground after a successful attack, which saved his life.

An ominous-looking green light streaked in his direction, hit the classroom wall, and dissipated.

Ron rolled and crawled back, his lips trembling and he couldn't say a word.

Harry, who was in a safer place, swallowed, wrapped the scarf around the palm of his right hand, and cast his most skilled fire spell.

Of course Harry was in pain, but the pain awakened his consciousness and fighting spirit.

On the battlefield, Ron is in critical condition, but he is not the only one fighting.

It doesn't matter, Rigg will take action!

Before Voldemort could attack Ron, who had attracted hatred, Rigg canceled the Disillusionment Curse on himself.

He ran forward two steps and put the biting hat on the face of Voldemort, who had just been seriously injured.

Voldemort, who was about to continue attacking Ron, turned back. The biting hat opened his mouth as if to say hi to him.

Voldemort watched the familiar hat getting closer and closer to him...

"No------"

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The update tonight should be enough to kill Voldemort. I'll see if I can take a day off tomorrow.

What kind of job is this? I can only take two or three days off a month.

Because did you take leave on the 6th to say goodbye to Mr. Jiang? It means you can only have one more day off this month. I didn’t update the 55555 question that day, and I added it later.

Isn't this just writing every day in December and only taking one day off?

The mask of pain is on.