Mastering Thunder from Hogwarts

"Looking for death! How dare you call the master by his name, Avada Kendagua!" Quirrell no longer had the cowardice he had as a professor in the past. His expression was ferocious and terrifying. After scolding him, he raised his hand and shot a shot at Harry.

Death curse.

Harry could see that this former professor was about to kill someone if he disagreed with him, and he was frightened and froze in place for a moment.

And it was Snape who came to the rescue at the critical moment. The Killing Curse was speeding in front of him. He raised his hand and jerked his wand, lifting a huge boulder from the ground, holding the curse firmly, and then

He also instinctively blocked Harry behind him.

"Quirrell, do you know what you are doing?" Snape glared at him fiercely, "I advise you to think clearly about your position and who you should be loyal to. It is not too late to look back, especially now.

In this situation!"

After Snape said this, he glanced at Doom in the distance, as if to hint something to Quirrell. Under the current situation, he really didn't want to be attacked on both sides, so there was some kind-hearted comfort in his words.

And in his memory, Quirrell's personality was very different from his current one. Snape was more willing to accept that the other person's actions were coerced, but now everyone is trapped in this weird town.

Even if the two sides are hostile to each other, at least they are still human beings. The choice should be to find a way to defeat the enemy in front of you first, rather than continue fighting.

However, Quirrell didn't seem to hear the hint in Snape's words at all, or he didn't care about the other party's proposal. He just grinned and sneered.

"Snape, Snape, why do you insist on getting in my way? Logically speaking, you are the one who can't figure out your position. You were obviously once a member of the Death Eater family, and you should be with me."

We serve the master together, right? But now we are with the enemy, and now we have to protect the boy who survived!"

"How about this, hand over Harry behind you and I can put in a nice word for you in front of the Dark Lord?"

Quirrell's voice echoed in the wilderness, and his tone gradually changed from the vicious tone at the beginning to anger, and finally turned into a melancholy voice that confuses all living beings.

Being treated like this by Quirrell, Snape's face became more and more ugly. It felt uncomfortable to have his scars uncovered. At the same time, he was also sure of one thing, that is, the Quirrell in front of him was hopeless.

Now, the other party is simply more pious than the craziest Death Eater back then.

As for Quirrell's proposal? Snape didn't take it seriously. He might betray Dumbledore, but he would never betray Lily.

Harry and the others behind Snape couldn't help but be shocked after hearing Quirrell's words.

Snape was once a Death Eater? So is he trustworthy now?

But according to Quirrell, Snape seems to have broken away from that organization.

At the same time, several people recalled every detail of their adventure in the dungeon. Although Snape had a very bad character, he had been protecting everyone.

Thinking of this, Harry strengthened his thoughts, leaned out from behind Snape, and shouted to Quirrell with an indignant look, "Professor Snape is not a scumbag like you who has no bottom line and is Voldemort's lackey.

It will only make you fall into the abyss, and the final outcome is death without a burial!"

Hearing that Harry would actually defend himself, Snape glanced at him in surprise, which suddenly made him feel warm in his heart.

But thinking of the situation that everyone was currently facing, he scolded with a cold face, "Go back and stay, now is not the time for you little brats to fool around."

However, after cursing this sentence, Snape quickly lowered his volume and whispered, "Don't be brave here, you guys. Remember, if you see something wrong, run away. Anduin must have noticed something strange here."

, all you have to do is wait for his support, and I will buy you time!"

Snape stared into Harry's eyes, his voice was low and serious, with a hint of anxiety at the same time.

However, Harry also saw determination in Snape's expression.

Upon seeing this, Harry immediately realized that the other party was planning to use his own life to buy time for them, which made him panic, "Professor, we will not leave you alone."

"You idiot!" Snape gave the other party a fierce look and cursed angrily in a bad tone, "Besides being a hindrance to me, what else do you do next to me? Don't be a burden to me!"

"Professor Snape!"

Although Harry was young, it didn't mean that he couldn't tell that Snape was trying to provoke him with his words, so he shook his head more firmly.

But before the two of them could murmur a few words, Quirrell stretched out his wand towards them again angrily and glared at Harry angrily.

"You still dare to speak rudely, do you think you are really some kind of savior? I will send you to hell to be with your parents right now!"

Upon hearing this, Snape and Harry immediately clenched their wands alertly and were on guard.

However, after Quirrell issued his threat, he did not take action as he said. Instead, he held his head in pain.

At the same time, a strange and gloomy murmur suddenly came from him, "You trash! Potter's life is mine, who gave you the courage to make your own decisions?"

"Yes...I'm sorry, Master!" Quirrell seemed to have turned into that cowardly look again, and apologized to the unfamiliar voice with a flattering look on his face.

The sudden change surprised everyone, and Snape's eyes widened in surprise, "Master? There is this familiar voice, could it be..."

"Severus! You really disappoint me." The strange murmur came out again, "You actually choose to side with Potter now. It's in vain that I had such high expectations for you!

"

"Are you... the Dark Lord? Are you really not dead?" Snape seemed to have discovered something that terrified him, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Hahaha! What do 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 responded respectfully, then carefully took off the turban on his head, and then slowly turned his back.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw an extremely ugly face on the back of Quirrell's head!

Seeing this terrifying face, Snape was not only surprised at this time, he could see the shadow between the other person's brows and eyes that once frightened him so much.

"Dark Lord, is it really you?" Snape muttered in a trembling voice, "It turns out that you have always been parasitic on Quirrell. No wonder he is so devoted to you."

"What, you mean this long face is Voldemort?" Harry stared at Snape with wide eyes, and then looked at Quirrell in the distance, or the back of his head, in surprise.

Voldemort, who had only one face left, smiled coldly, "Yes, if it wasn't to get the Sorcerer's Stone, why would I have gone to all the trouble to enter Hogwarts?"

"Severus, for the sake of your loyalty to me back then, I can give you one last chance to return to my command. Of course, you must hand over Potter to me first!"

"Impossible!" Snape shook his head decisively without thinking, "Now is no longer the era that belongs to you, and I am no longer the Severus Snape I once was!"

"Professor!" Harry on the side felt a little moved when he heard Snape's decisive response. For a moment, he even felt that he hated Snape so much in the past and no longer looked so hateful.

"What a pity Severus, you have just ruined your last chance of survival, or do you think you can defeat me? Defeat the omnipotent Dark Lord?" Voldemort glared at Snape with anger on his face.

"omnipotent?"

Before Snape could respond, Doom, who had been silent next to him, suddenly interrupted the conversation.

I saw Doom yawning slightly, and then glanced at Voldemort with contempt, "Although the drama you performed is very exciting, I feel a little bored after watching it for a long time."

"And what you just said is even more ridiculous. You actually claim that you are omnipotent? Even with the power of this king, I have never been so arrogant. Just you, a despicable parasite? A soul full of corruption is simply disgusting.

Gagging.”

"You!" Voldemort had never been ridiculed like this before. Facing the domineering Doom, he turned around and gave him a murderous look, "You don't know where it came from. How dare you call yourself the Lord of Fear?

Don’t you know what’s good or bad?”

"And Satan? Hell? The bringer of doom? I have been in the wizarding world for so many years, how come I have never heard of the existence of these things?"

How could Dumu be afraid of this? He even glared back, "Not knowing can only represent your ignorance, and if you come here today, there will be fewer people who know!"

Hearing Doom's murderous words, Voldemort did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he smiled sincerely and said, "Indeed, my knowledge of this world is too shallow, so I need more knowledge."

Time, discover the secrets of the world and magic!"

After saying that, Voldemort suddenly looked at Doom with burning eyes, "Cooperate with me! Doom! Your enemy Anduin is also my enemy. As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to take the whole world into our hands!"

"I can promise you that I will provide you with sufficient sacrifices to make you stronger than before. This world should be ruled by the strong!"

"Just you?" Dumu smiled coldly upon hearing this, "A bastard who can only survive as a parasite on the wizard's body is not qualified to cooperate with me."

"And who told you that I am going to rule the world?" Doum raised his foot and stepped hard, and the strange energy turned the entire area of ​​more than ten meters under his feet into magma.

"The devil's mission is to destroy! Destroy everything in sight and turn the world into scorched earth. This is the origin of my name as the messenger of doom! How can a mere human be worthy of speaking nonsense in front of this king?"

"Hahahaha, enough of the boring tricks. Allowing you to enjoy such a long period of freedom before death is already the greatest kindness of this king. Next, please ask a few people to become me and restore my peak energy!"

Doom laughed wildly, then raised the whip in his hand high, and then whipped Voldemort hard.

"This lunatic!" Voldemort saw that the other party was about to start a fight even if they disagreed. He cursed angrily and then quickly shouted, "Quirrell, kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Quirrell immediately turned around, cast a full-body armor spell on himself, and then turned sideways to hide.

However, the force of the flaming whip was surprisingly strong, and it did not hit Quirrell directly in time. The aftermath and fire wave produced by the fire whip on the ground shattered his protective spell almost instantly.

Such terrifying power frightened Quirrell to death. He could only tremble and beg for mercy, "Master... Master! This monster is so powerful that I don't even have the confidence to block his blow! Let's Otherwise, we should find a way to escape as soon as possible!"

Voldemort, who felt the power of the fire whip at close range, was also secretly frightened by the opponent's power, but he still cursed angrily, "Escape? How do you know how to escape, an idiot like you?"

"But the other party is really not something we can match!" Quirrell embarrassedly patted the burned clothes away, and then muttered timidly.

"Idiot, the space in this area has been blocked for a long time. If we don't deal with it completely, you won't be able to leave even if you want to! Can your legs be faster than its whip?"

Although Voldemort only had one face left at this time, his perception was still very keen. He had long noticed the strangeness in the space around him, so he was so eager to reach a consensus with Doom, but the other party was obviously stronger than he imagined. Much more crazy, or in other words, this guy is a complete lunatic who is full of destructive desires!

"Then what should we do? In the current situation, let alone fighting, I can't even get close to the opponent!" Quirrell begged for mercy in a trembling voice. He was really afraid that Voldemort would let him rush out and die.

"Trash!" Voldemort was furious at Quirrell's cowardice, but then his eyes suddenly froze.

"In that case, let me meet this bringer of doom in person! I have never experienced the body of a demon." Voldemort snorted coldly.

As soon as he spoke, Voldemort's expression suddenly became ferocious, and then Quirrell let out a painful wail.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a thick black smoke suddenly burst out from the back of Quirrell's head, and then the smoke struggled to escape from Quirrell's head, as if he was taking off a set of tight clothes.

As the smoke completely came out, Voldemort's face gradually emerged from the black smoke, and then it turned into a long snake like smoke or steam, rolling and rushing toward Doom.

Quirrell, who had lost Voldemort's parasite, was in a very miserable condition at this time. He seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. His face and head were covered with wrinkles and age spots, and he could only barely crawl. rise.

But what no one noticed was that at this moment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Quirrell's mouth.