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"Norbert, jump!"

"Norbert, come and turn over"

The sun sets slowly in the west, and the moon hangs high in the sky. The moon rises very early today. Today is the long-awaited full moon.

In this place without light pollution, the moonlight looks particularly bright, and the little stars and moonlight complement each other, lighting up the grassland.

And right on this grassland, a huge and ferocious-looking Norwegian Ridgeback was rolling happily on the ground following Xiao Yiren's instructions.

To be honest, an hour is neither too long nor too short. Anyway, it was quite boring for Xiao Yiren and the others to wait, so Xiao Yiren directed Norbert to start the performance.

Everyone looked very happy. Only Xiao Yiren felt a little flustered and absent-minded for no reason when he was giving the command.

I always feel like something bad will happen later.

And this feeling reached its extreme at a certain moment.

How to describe this feeling? It was like facing Voldemort's sneak attack.

"Wait! Voldemort?!!!"

In an instant, the hairs all over Xiao Yiren's body suddenly stood up, and he just followed his instinct and swung his arms out instantly.

In an instant, golden thunder shone in the sky, colliding with the sudden green light in the sky, and creating a brilliant firework in mid-air.

"This bastard is actually here?!"

His pupils shrank, and when he saw clearly the black robe floating on the horizon, Xiao Yiren's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Madhu! How dare you wander around here when you are so weak?!

I couldn't beat you when you were in your heyday. You were almost drained. How can I still beat you?!

Xiao Yiren no longer pretends to be a magician, right? There is no shortage of labor and capital for this thing.

The magic power, which has increased several times compared to a few months ago, is like the best quality dry firewood thrown into the golden flames.

The lightning that was originally as thick as a few fingers turned into a cluster of lasers as thick as the mouth of a cup.

The golden light was like an elephant crushing a jackal, driving back the green light with overwhelming force, and was about to directly hit the black-robed figure.

It's still the same people, the same tricks, the same scene, but a few months later, the offense and defense are interchanged.

I can only sigh that the twenty magic crystals were not in vain, and the magic source taken from Xiao Ali was not in vain.

However, it is obviously a dream to directly defeat Voldemort simply by relying on magic power reserves.

Seeing the golden laser body, the black-robed figure was obviously a little panicked. He was outputting magic power crazily and calling out to his master.

That's right, it was Quirrell who was now controlling the body to launch the attack, not Voldemort.

Since all the magic power previously obtained from the unicorn was basically lost in that battle, Voldemort not only did not become stronger, but instead became weaker.

Therefore, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan, he always remained asleep until Quirrell completed his mission and allowed him to recover part of his magic power.

After all, in Voldemort's view, he was just a young dragon. Even if Hagrid had to be included, Quirrell should still be able to do it.

Then, after using the heart of the dragon to restore a certain amount of magic power, you can use the characteristics of the three-headed dog to easily enter the secret room, get the magic stone, and then resurrect and return to the peak of your life.

As for what will happen to Quirrell then? He wants him to die.

But obviously, Quirrell, this cheat, once again disappointed Voldemort.

Youyou woke up and took over control of his body again, and then what Voldemort saw was a bright golden light flashing past, which almost blinded him.

Fortunately, Voldemort also had quite a lot of combat experience, not to mention his magical attainments. With the wand withdrawn, he narrowly avoided the main attack of the golden lightning.

But the arc of electricity escaping from its side also made his already weak body even more unbearable. In short, Voldemort felt terrible.

And he took a closer look, good guy, isn't this the kid who ruined his good deeds before?!

Then look next to him. Isn't it the target he plans to use to restore his magic power?

Look behind him again, isn't that the damn Harry Potter?

Good guy, what on earth happened? Why are so many people here? Everyone is here except the cat.

As for Hermione and Ron, what are they? They are just two little wizards with no characteristics, how could they be taken seriously by the great Voldemort.

But soon, from Quirrell's memory, Voldemort understood what exactly happened.

But it's okay not to know. As soon as Voldemort knew the specific situation, he wanted to shoot this idiot to death.

Although he clearly understood Hagrid's patrol time, he did not attack the baby dragon during the patrol. Instead, he attacked Hagrid first.

Forget about attacking Hagrid, your hands and feet are not good at all and you have been hanging there for half an hour.

Finally, he came back for a sneak attack and was hit in the face.

"Okay, Quirrell, you are really kind."

Voldemort didn't even know what kind of expression he should look at Quirrell now, but he made up his mind to kill Sabi as soon as possible after his resurrection.

Of course he scolded him in his heart, but Voldemort still knew what to do now.

A pair of fierce eyes stared at Xiao Yiren below, full of murderous intent.

Previously, there were various trees for protection in the Forbidden Forest, as well as the centaurs as cover, and various explosions as assistance, but this kid could only hold on for a minute or two.

Now the surrounding area is empty, and there are several oil bottles around him. Looking at him, he knows that he definitely does not have any of those props. Voldemort wants to see how this kid can make a comeback.

Of course, after learning the lesson from last time, Voldemort did not start a war directly. Instead, he waved his wand and sent out a large black smoke, which directly surrounded the surrounding area.

It seems to have formed a barrier, separating it from the outside world.

This move consumed a lot of magic power, and Quirrell, who was really responsible for the consumption of this move, turned even paler.

He may even break out in cold sweat when he moves a little bit, which is not just something that Xu can express.

"Owner……"

"Shut up you loser!"

This move was performed by drawing out his life force. Now Voldemort didn't care about Quirrell's life or death at all.

As long as he kills these guys in front of him and uses the baby dragon's heart to regain his magic power, whether Quirrell is dead or not, he will be able to regain a large part of his strength and maintain it for a period of time.

This time is enough time for him to get the Philosopher's Stone. By then, it won't matter whether Quirrell is dead or alive.

As for saying that he can't kill the few brats in front of him, who are you kidding? He is the Dark Lord, the real immortal king of the magic world, oh no, the whole world!!