Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Looking for death! How dare you call my master by his name, Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell had none of his usual professorial timidity, his expression twisted into a terrifying grimace. With a shout, he raised his hand and fired a Killing Curse at Harry.

Harry could see that his former professor was ready to kill at the slightest disagreement, and he was momentarily stunned in place.

But it was Snape who came to the rescue at the critical moment. Seeing the Killing Curse hurtling towards them, he raised his wand and flicked it sharply, lifting a large rock from the ground to block the spell. He then instinctively shielded Harry behind him.

"Quirrell, do you know what you're doing?" Snape glared at him. "I advise you to think carefully about where your loyalties lie. It's not too late to turn back, especially in this situation!"

As Snape spoke, he glanced subtly at Doom in the distance, as if hinting at something to Quirrell. He really didn't want to be caught between two enemies, so he offered this well-intentioned advice.

In his memory, Quirrell's personality was very different from what it was now. Snape was more inclined to believe that Quirrell's actions were being coerced. But now everyone was trapped in this strange town.

Even if they were enemies, they were still both human. They should try to get rid of the enemy in front of them, rather than continuing to fight each other.

However, Quirrell seemed to have completely missed Snape's hint, or perhaps he simply didn't care about the suggestion. He just grinned coldly.

"Snape, Snape, why do you have to interfere? You're the one who doesn't understand where your loyalties lie. You were once a member of the Death Eater family, and you should be serving the master with me, shouldn't you? But now you're siding with the enemy, protecting the Boy Who Lived!"

"Why don't you hand over Harry, and I can put in a good word for you with the Dark Lord. How about it?"

Quirrell's voice echoed across the wasteland, his tone shifting from sinister to angry, and finally to a seductive whisper.

Snape's face grew increasingly grim as Quirrell spoke. It wasn't pleasant to have old wounds reopened. At the same time, he was now certain of one thing: Quirrell was beyond redemption. He was now even more fanatical than the most crazed Death Eaters of the past.

As for Quirrell's suggestion, Snape didn't take it to heart at all. He might betray Dumbledore, but he would never betray Lily.

Behind Snape, Harry and the others were shocked to hear Quirrell's words.

Snape was once a Death Eater? Could he be trusted now?

But according to Quirrell, Snape seemed to have left that organization.

They also recalled their adventures in the副本, how Snape had always protected them, despite his unpleasant personality.

With this in mind, Harry strengthened his resolve and stepped out from behind Snape, shouting angrily at Quirrell, "Professor Snape isn't a scumbag like you! Being Voldemort's dog will only lead you into the abyss, and your final end will be a death without burial!"

Snape was surprised to hear Harry defend him and glanced at him, which warmed his heart.

But thinking of the situation they were in, he coldly rebuked, "Get back behind me. This isn't the time for you little brats to be messing around."

After saying that, Snape quickly lowered his voice and whispered, "Don't try to be brave. Remember, if things go wrong, run! Anduin must have noticed something strange here. All you have to do is wait for his support. I'll buy you some time!"

Snape stared intently into Harry's eyes, his voice low, serious, and tinged with anxiety.

But from Snape's expression, Harry also saw a hint of determination.

Harry immediately realized that Snape was planning to risk his life to buy them time, which made him panic. "Professor, we won't leave you behind."

"You idiot!" Snape glared at him, his tone harsh. "What good are you to me except to get in the way? Don't be a burden!"

"Professor Snape!"

Harry was young, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that Snape was trying to provoke him with his words, so he shook his head more firmly.

But before they could argue, Quirrell raised his wand again, glaring furiously at Harry.

"You dare to talk back? Do you think you're really some kind of savior? I'll send you to hell to be with your parents!"

Snape and Harry immediately gripped their wands, cautiously on guard.

However, after making his threat, Quirrell didn't attack as he had said. Instead, he clutched his head in pain.

At the same time, a strange, gloomy murmur suddenly came from him, "You废物! Potter's life is mine! Who gave you the guts to act on your own?"

"I… I'm sorry, Master!" Quirrell seemed to revert to his timid self, apologizing to the strange voice with a servile expression.

The sudden change surprised everyone, and Snape stared in astonishment. "Master? And that familiar voice… Could it be…"

"Severus! I am so disappointed in you," the eerie murmur said again. "You have chosen to stand with Potter, despite all the hope I placed in you!"

"You are? Vol… the Dark Lord? Are you really not dead?" Snape's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had discovered something extremely frightening.

"Hahaha! What did you think? I am the Dark Lord, the future ruler of the wizarding world. How could I be killed so easily? Quirrell! I want to see my former disciple in person!"

"Yes, Master!" Quirrell replied respectfully, then carefully removed the turban from his head and slowly turned around.

Then, everyone saw that on the back of Quirrell's head, there was an extremely ugly face!

Seeing this horrifying visage, Snape was beyond shocked. He could see in the face's features the shadow that had once terrified him.

"The Dark Lord, it really is you?" Snape muttered, his voice trembling. "So you've been living as a parasite on Quirrell all this time. No wonder he's so devoted to you."

"What, you're saying that face is Voldemort?" Harry stared at Snape, then looked in astonishment at Quirrell, or rather, the back of his head.

The face of Voldemort smiled coldly. "Indeed. If it weren't for the Philosopher's Stone, why would I have bothered to enter Hogwarts?"

"Severus, in light of your past loyalty, I can give you one last chance to return to my side. Of course, you must hand over Potter first!"

"Impossible!" Snape shook his head without hesitation. "This is no longer your era, and I am no longer the Severus Snape I once was!"

"Professor!" Harry, hearing Snape's resolute response, felt a surge of emotion. For a moment, Snape, whom he had always disliked, didn't seem so hateful.

"Too bad, Severus. You have just sealed your own fate. Or do you think you can defeat me? Defeat the almighty Dark Lord?" Voldemort glared at Snape, his face filled with anger.

"Almighty?"

Before Snape could reply, Doom, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted.

Doom yawned slightly, then glanced at Voldemort with disdain. "Although your little drama has been entertaining, it's starting to bore me."

"And what you just said is laughable. You dare to call yourself almighty? Even I, with all my power, wouldn't be so arrogant. Who are you, a lowly parasite? Your rotten soul stinks to high heaven."

"You!" Voldemort had never been mocked like this before. Facing the imperious Doom, he glared back with a murderous look. "Who knows where you came from, daring to call yourself the Lord of Terror? Aren't you just as presumptuous?"

"And Satan? Hell? The Harbinger of Doom? I've roamed the wizarding world for so many years, but I've never heard of any of these things."

Doom wasn't afraid at all, and even glared back. "Your ignorance is your own problem. And by the end of today, there will be even fewer who know!"

Hearing Doom's murderous words, Voldemort didn't show the slightest displeasure. Instead, he smiled slightly, with a hint of sincerity. "Indeed, my knowledge of this world is too shallow. That's why I need more time to explore the mysteries of the world and magic!"

Voldemort suddenly looked at Doom with fiery eyes. "Cooperate with me, Doom! Your enemy, Anduin, is also my enemy. If we join forces, we can take over the entire world!"

"I can promise you a plentiful supply of sacrifices, making you even stronger than before. This world should be ruled by the strong!"

"You?" Doom sneered. "A wretch who can only survive by parasitizing a wizard is not qualified to cooperate with me."

"And who told you I wanted to rule the world?" Doom stomped his foot, and the strange energy turned the area within a dozen meters of his feet into magma.

"The mission of a demon is destruction! To destroy everything in sight, to turn the world into scorched earth. That is why I am called the Harbinger of Doom! How dare mere humans spout nonsense in my presence?"

"Hahahaha, I've had enough of these silly games. Letting you enjoy your freedom for so long before you die is the greatest mercy I can offer. Now, become the energy that restores me to my peak!"

Doom laughed wildly, then raised the whip in his hand high and lashed it at Voldemort.

"That lunatic!" Voldemort cursed angrily, seeing that Doom was about to attack without warning. "Quirrell, kill him for me!"

Quirrell immediately turned around, cast a Full Body Armor Charm on himself, and dodged to the side.

But the fire whip was surprisingly powerful. Even though it didn't hit Quirrell directly, the aftershocks and flames from the whip striking the ground shattered his protective charm almost instantly.

The terrifying power scared Quirrell witless. He could only beg in a trembling voice, "M… Master! That monster is too strong! I can't even withstand one blow! Why don't we try to escape?"

Voldemort, who had felt the power of the fire whip up close, was secretly shocked by its strength, but he still cursed, "Escape? All you ever think about is running, you fool!"

"But he's too powerful for us to fight!" Quirrell whimpered, patting out the flames on his robes.

"Idiot, the space in this area has already been sealed off. You can't leave now without defeating him! Do you think your legs are faster than his whip?"

Although Voldemort only had a face left, his senses were still very sharp. He had already noticed the strange space around him. That's why he was so eager to reach an agreement with Doom, but Doom was clearly much crazier than he had imagined. He was just a destructive maniac, a complete lunatic!

"Then what should we do? In this situation, I can't even get close to him, let alone fight!" Quirrell begged in a trembling voice. He was afraid that Voldemort would order him to charge out and die.

"Waste!" Voldemort was furious at Quirrell's incompetence, but then his eyes suddenly hardened.

"In that case, let me face this Harbinger of Doom myself! I've never experienced a demon's body before," Voldemort sneered.

With that, Voldemort's expression twisted, and Quirrell let out a painful wail.

Then, everyone saw a cloud of thick black smoke erupt from the back of Quirrell's head. The smoke struggled out of Quirrell's head, as if it were shedding a tight-fitting garment.

As the smoke completely separated, Voldemort's face gradually emerged from it. Then, it transformed into a long serpent formed of smoke or steam, and lunged at Doom.

Quirrell, who had lost Voldemort's possession, was in a terrible state. He seemed to have aged decades in an instant, his face and head covered with wrinkles and age spots. He could barely struggle to his feet.

But at that moment, unnoticed by anyone, a faint smile appeared on Quirrell's lips.