Chapter 97 Will Dumbledore Mourn for You?

Snapped!

Luo Fu, who was completely soaked by the lake water, followed the ball escape bird and apparated away again.

The young man had to leave. There were too many mermaids swarming in. He really didn't peek at the patriarch's wife taking a bath. The mermaid with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a thunderous face had just kept shouting "sister-in-law".

Luofu looked up and came to a familiar place this time.

Especially when I saw the copper-bottomed granite Slytherin statue that was built during the reign of Duncan I of the Kingdom of Scotland, I felt even more familiar.

Hey... Luo Fu found himself back in the secret room again. You are a ball escape bird, can you "randomly" apparate more reliably?

Voldemort was still directing Quirrell, looking for the crucible containing the elixir of life, when he raised his head and found that the boy was back.

Provocation, serious provocation!

He, Voldemort, has never suffered such contempt and insult... What? Was beaten some time ago?

He hit Quirrell on the back of the head, what does it have to do with Voldemort?

Rolf did not leave immediately. He was afraid of disapparating to the bottom of the Black Lake again and encountering the group of mermaids. Voldemort seemed to have no intention of doing anything. He suddenly shouted:

"Scamander, I...the Dark Lord, want to talk to you face to face..."

Rolf hid behind a rock pillar to prevent a sneak attack. He asked loudly: "What do you want to talk about?"

Quirrell turned around, revealing the face on the back of his head. The face was extremely pale, with red eyes that could emit light, and two slender nostrils like snakes.

Voldemort whispered: "This is the first time we have met. I actually met your grandfather... Newt Scamander."

Voldemort seemed to be reminiscing, and he said with a hoarse voice:

"I was very young at the time. He came to Hogwarts and taught a few temporary Care of Magical Creatures classes. I was already deeply attracted and admired his rich knowledge in the field of magical creatures."

Rolf was a little bored. If you have something to say, what kind of relationship do you have... Could Voldemort say something like Malfoy:

Scamander, we are actually related, right?

Or maybe I'm actually a fan of Newt?

Fortunately, the Dark Lord still had the same tone. He changed the subject and said:

"I have always admired the Scamander family. You are a pure-blood wizard, right, kid? You are of noble birth and have outstanding talents. Why don't you work for me? I need... subordinates like you."

Voldemort wanted to say servant, but when the words came to his lips, he temporarily changed to a more euphemistic title.

The Forbidden Zone and the Philosopher's Stone were both caused by Dumbledore, and the principal probably never left Hogwarts from beginning to end.

Rolf was ready to wait for Dumbledore to clean up the mess, so he deliberately delayed the time and replied:

"You are like this, you can only hide on the back of Quirrell's head. Are you sure you can recruit me?"

"Then you should follow me." Voldemort smiled.

"Death will come, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year... But death will never leave you, approaching you step by step, and I, the great Dark Lord... did not die even if I was struck by the Death Curse.

I have proven my immortality,

I have gone further than anyone else on the road to eternal life! "

Voldemort made a hoarse voice and said seductively:

"You may have heard a bad name for me from Dumbledore, but they were all slander!

Shameless slander!

"Child, I am not a vicious wizard, but a very kind one..." Voldemort's voice became extremely gentle, and he used his special skills in dealing with those witches when he was young. He persuaded with great patience:

"I am willing to share the secret of death with my men... Scamander, if you join the Death Eaters now, I will give you great power and enjoy endless glory and wealth."

"Child, return the potion to me, I know it is with you! When I am resurrected, kneel at my feet... listen to my teachings... I will teach you how to live forever... Come!

Through the dim light, the corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his hand, as if waiting for a poor lamb who had lost his way and returned.

"So you got the Philosopher's Stone?" Luofu frowned.

"easy."

Voldemort took out the dull stone from his pocket and smiled: "The Dark Lord can do anything...as long as he wants.

Even Dumbledore can't stop him! "

"But I really don't have the magic potion you want." Luo Fei spread his hands and said, "If you are willing to lend me the magic stone, I can help you find the magic potion."

"Very well." Voldemort's voice contained anger: "If this is your choice, Scamander, then I can only say that I am sorry..."

"Kill him!" he suddenly screamed.

Quirrell turned around and raised his wand, but there was a sharp bird call in the air earlier. The sound seemed to be whining and whining, which made Quirrell feel sick and frightened.

He quickly waved his magic wand and cast the ear-blocking spell on himself. There was only a buzzing sound in his ears, blocking out the cry of the evil bird.

After a brief pause, Quirrell had already lost the opportunity. Several black vines wrapped around his ankles at some point and hung him suddenly in the air.

Black vines clung to Quirrell's body like snakes. He was choked by the shrinking vines, unable to speak and unable to perform magic at all.

The devil's net whipped him hard like a long whip, a series of whipping sounds like spring thunder sounded in the secret room, and another boulder entangled with vines hit his head.

Quirrell, whose head was severely injured, fell heavily to the stone floor like a kite with its string cut off. Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his face was as golden as paper.

Quirrell used his elbow to press against the ground, his head was in excruciating pain, but there were more vines climbing up, so he could only try his best to move his body backwards.

The tide-like attack overwhelmed Quirrell, and Voldemort said angrily:

"You are such a waste, I will control your body."

Quirrell closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become extremely sharp.

Voldemort cast a spell without a wand, and the blood on his body turned into a black blood mist. The moment the vines touched the blood mist, they immediately burned and smoke rose.

Voldemort waved his arms, and a fire python with flames all over its body appeared in the air, spinning around him quickly and burning the vines away.

The Devil's Snare fears fire, which is its fatal weakness when facing wizards.

Without the vines' sudden attack, Voldemort stood up, raised his wand, his face became ferocious, and a silver-white light shot out, like a knife cutting tofu, smashing into the distance.

A brilliant white light exploded, illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day, and the air waves scattered wildly. Rolf had to retreat to avoid the impact of the explosion.

Fortunately, there were countless rock pillars in the room that could be used as shelters, and Rolf was extremely flexible in his movements.

He was like a slippery loach. Although he could not organize an effective attack and could only passively take the beating, the Dark Lord's spell could not hit him at all.

Voldemort was a little impatient. He raised his wand, and a ball of black flame gushed out and fell to the ground.

The devil's flame burned violently and soon condensed into a black snake as thick as a bowl. It stuck out its huge head and its eyes were as black as ink.

The black snake coiled on the rock pillar, with its body hanging down, sticking its head out and spitting out its snake tongue at Rolf, making a hissing sound, as if to demonstrate and warn.

Voldemort raised his wand high, and the flames instantly grew several meters long, circling and dancing over the chamber, with heat waves blowing in his face.

The fire snakes hovering in the air dropped drops of black flames, and each drop of flame suddenly grew larger in the air, turning into the shape of a magical creature. There were more than a dozen of them, and after landing, they shot out to a farther distance.

"If you don't let me revive, then we will all die... The flames of the Fiery Curse can continue to devour and grow, and it will eventually destroy Hogwarts!"

Voldemort stood in the flames, like a demon god. He raised his head and let out a beast roar that pierced his eardrums, and finally laughed:

"Scamander, when you die, do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?!"

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(Thanks to "Yongshiweihongynwa", "Listen to the Deer in the Deep Forest" and "Jichang" for their rewards.)