This Hogwarts is not normal

Voldemort hated three things most in his life.

One, call him by his real name;

Two, talk about his origin;

Three, interrupt his speech.

There are only three or two people left in the magic world who dare to do this.

And today, there is finally one more person.

The blowpipe missile, which is getting bigger and bigger, is basically no threat to Voldemort holding the wand.

With just a flick of the hand, it will fly somewhere else.

Just like he is doing now.

"Wingardim Leviosa——"

The fifteen-inch long alder wand first allowed the missile to fly vertically towards the top of the corridor.

"A child's trick." Voldemort sneered, without even looking up.

"Now!"

Fred and George shook out the smoke bombs in their pockets at the same time.

As soon as they rose, they were all gathered into a ball by the thirteen-and-a-half-inch yew wand.

The little time the twins bought was enough for Vincent, who had lifted the floating spell, to take aim.

"Bang——"

The 7.62mm sniper bullet accurately passed through the blowpipe missile on Voldemort's head.

"Go into the principal's office quickly!" Vincent pulled up Hermione and Rolf who were standing next to him.

Under the influence of the violent explosion, the cracked corridor floor fell little by little.

The figure that was annihilated by the fire was floating in the air again after they entered.

Voldemort tore off his tattered black robe and used magic to stop the bleeding on Quirrell's scarred body.

"No one can save you, not even Dumbledore -"

The descendants of the last pair of horned beasts in the magic world were enough to buy him plenty of time.

After holding it back for eleven years, the little wizard inside can serve as an appetizer for a few plates.

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Principal room.

After the six little ones came up, they immediately put various defenses on the gate.

"Huhu - I said buddy, he should have been killed, right?"

"How is that possible!" Vincent hurriedly ran to the shelf where the Sorting Hat was placed. "If it was Quirrell, I would have announced the time of death just now."

"Ah - why did he come back!" Cedric hugged his shoulders and shivered, "It's over. Professor Dumbledore has to control the crazy horned beast. We're done..."

"Hey, what's so scary about Voldemort!"

Vincent picked up the Sorting Hat and said, "Mr. Hat, I'm sorry to have to wrong you."

He drew out the Sword of Gryffindor and looked at the other five people with a somewhat tangled look.

With Voldemort's brain circuit, he would definitely use Legilimency.

Hermione clasped her little hands together tightly and looked at him firmly.

Vincent tossed her his hat and ran to the window next to the door.

"he came."

Voldemort did not take the spiral staircase, he floated up on the black mist.

Hermione hid the Sorting Hat under her school uniform, "What are we going to do?"

"He can't guess what I'm thinking, so you'd better pretend I don't exist."

Vincent disappeared into thin air.

After this, four small bottles rolled to the ground.

The effect of taking the potion for the second time seems to be slightly weaker than the first time.

"Vincent is not here. Vincent is not here..."

Hermione, who couldn't stop thinking, was hiding under the portraits of the previous headmasters who were still snoring.

"Cedric, aren't you scared anymore?" George, who was standing at the door, joked.

"Call me Ced." Although Cedric calmed down, his right hand holding the wand was still trembling. "That's what my family calls me."

"Awesome!" Fred nudged him gently, "In what month were you born?"

"September."

"Hahaha——" George smiled mischievously, "Then you are our younger brother~"

Cedric also learned to smile, "I was born in 1977, and I am 14 years old this year."

The smiles on the twins' faces instantly fell.

"I'm 16!" Luofu raised his little head proudly, "You all have to call me big brother!"

Hermione, whose cat was in the corner, gave him a pair of eyes.

Such a relaxed and happy atmosphere should be able to hide it from the Legilimency masters outside.

that's the truth.

Voldemort floated outside the principal's office door and was stunned for a second.

Not only were the children inside not afraid, they were even joking in high spirits.

I don’t know the content, but this laughter...

"Hahahaha~ Half of his face must have been fluorescent green before!"

"Not only that, they are all filled with pustules~"

"He is hiding in Quirrell's body, which is really bad luck~"

Voldemort, who has always regarded himself as elegant, is very calm.

He put his hand on the doorknob and ignored the magic that came back.

Feeling the pain, he subconsciously treated the wound again.

Quirrell's body was transformed by magic, but it was far inferior to the original one without a nose.

As long as he gets the magic stone, his body that has been transformed by magic countless times will come back.

Voldemort smiled cruelly and opened the door.

"Puff——" The smoke spread quickly.

He waved his left hand forward and saw four boys wearing strange masks.

"A child's trick."

As soon as he raised the yew wand, he leaned back suddenly.

"Ding——" The invisible sharp blade pierced the floor.

Voldemort pointed forward and lifted the Disillusionment Curse.

But there was only a sword stuck on the floor.

"The Sword of Gryffindor—" He took out his left hand and tried to hold the hilt of the sword.

"Bah——" A cut was made horizontally on the wrist.

"Expelliarmus!" X4

Voldemort blocked it with his injured arm.

After the sword of Gryffindor disappeared again, he bent down and stuck the yew wand on the floor.

A large hole with a diameter of ten meters dragged him and four others down together.

"You can't hide it."

If nothing unexpected happened, the invisible Vincent also fell down.

"Shock reduction and speed stop——" Only four voices sounded.

Voldemort, who was stepping on the black mist, looked a little ugly.

As a powerful figure in the magic world, he could not find a young wizard who had just entered school.

Feeling quite annoyed, he took the yew wand and cast a large-scale manifestation spell.

"Surprise?" Vincent landed in front of him, holding the Sword of Gryffindor high.

The next second, a silver shield was neatly separated.

The left arm that was not holding the wand was also cut off by the sword.

Voldemort smiled ferociously, pointing his right hand at the falling Vincent.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The extremely fast speed of the green lightning-like ray caused the four people who had landed smoothly to tremble subconsciously.

In mid-air, Vincent twisted his waist under the boost of enhancers and agility potions, blocking the Sword of Gryffindor in front of him.

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A death-like cold spread from the hilt of the sword to his whole body.

"Bang -" Vincent fell on the spiral staircase.

He closed his eyes and seemed to have lost consciousness.

Voldemort grinned.

At such a height, even if you don't die under the killing curse, you may still be seriously injured if you fall.

"Now, tell me—"

He stepped on the black mist and landed in front of the four of them, "Where is my magic stone."

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