"Harry Potter— "
With each low growl from the shadowy figure, Harry's heart skipped a beat.
He desperately wanted to escape this place, but his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Your fear has given away your location, Little Harry— "
A large hand emerged from beneath the black cloak.
It slowly stretched forward, as if trying to grab something.
Fear, this instinct, took over Harry's entire mind.
Escaping was his only thought at the moment.
Quirinus Quirrell, the evil dark wizard who should have been in Azkaban, has reappeared at Hogwarts.
"Don't be afraid, it'll only last a moment." Quirrell suddenly grabbed forward.
At this critical moment, Harry bravely lifted his Invisibility Cloak and raised his wand like lightning.
"Stupefy— "
A dazzling red light shone on Quirrell's chest.
However, he seemed oblivious to the pain and tore off the entire Invisibility Cloak.
"Harry Potter, we've finally met!"
The face beneath the cloak was indeed Quirrell's, but the eyes were utterly devoid of emotion.
Harry staggered backward, leaning against the giant tree. "You're not Quirrell."
"Oh, I should introduce myself first."
Quirrell bowed slightly. "Nice to meet you, Little Harry."
I am Voldemort, a wizard who has conquered death.
The fear in Harry's mind was instantly overwhelmed by anger.
Voldemort, seemingly very satisfied, smirked, "Of course, I am still the enemy who personally killed your parents."
So that's the truth. No wonder Quirrell was willing to do anything to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.
Since the original body is the most terrifying wizard in history, escaping Azkaban will not be a problem.
"Very well, I like this feeling." Voldemort stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. "I've changed my mind."
I will savor your anger, little by little, until you are consumed by fear once more.
"Don't even think about it!" Harry raised his knee and slammed it into him.
Voldemort, sporting Quirrell's large face, raised an eyebrow.
No matter what kind of egg it is, it's meant to protect what's inside.
Its outer shell has a waterproof layer, and most of them are not very shockproof.
As the Dark Lord, he had to risk his dignity to avoid it.
Harry was terrified.
Voldemort actually leaped into the air with incredible agility.
But hard training in combat is not without results.
An uppercut missed, and the Stunning Spell landed directly on his face.
Even with the weakest magical power, it's still a genuine Stunning Spell.
Voldemort, who had fallen, braced himself with one hand and quickly pointed his wand at Harry.
"The real curse must be like this!"
A beam of red light, as thick as an adult's arm, shot out.
Just when Harry thought he was doomed, the spell flew past, brushing against the strands of hair covering his forehead that concealed his scar.
He stiffly turned his neck and saw that a large hole had appeared in the giant tree behind his head.
If that hits you on the forehead, it'll probably splatter all over the ground like a watermelon.
Those plants that scream!
"Oh, I almost forgot—"
After Voldemort stood up, he transformed his cloak into a close-fitting black robe.
"These annoying Sickle bother us."
With a flick of the straight Alder Wand, all the items arranged by the professors in front of him floated into the air.
Including the light-emitting Magical Runes, they all squeezed together into an irregular sphere.
Harry glanced at the hollow in the giant tree.
Just run back, or scream...
However, Voldemort seemed to have guessed what he was going to do, and pointed his wand at the ground beneath his feet.
The semi-transparent barrier had barely appeared when it began to gradually disappear into the air.
"Scream with all your might!" He walked toward Harry, who was limp and leaning against the tree trunk.
"No one may disturb our duel!"
"Pfft—" A discordant snicker echoed in the air.
Voldemort raised his hand and cast a Stunning Spell on Harry.
After the other person fell, his cold eyes swept around.
"Who is it! Show yourself!"
"Brilliant!" Vincent appeared behind Voldemort amidst applause.
"It's you— Vincent Wayne!"
Without a word Alder Wand pointed at it, but it was blocked by the silver briefcase.
"Professor Snape, what you're doing is dangerous."
Vincent turned the suitcase over with a pained expression.
The portion of Mithril that had turned into liquid has been almost completely repaired.
"I am not that traitor!" Voldemort's lips twitched.
Since the Prophecy is known, it proves that the former Death Eaters's identity has already been discovered.
"I'm not Harry." Vincent opened the suitcase and picked up the super-powerful weapon inside.
"If you were Tom without a nose, you would definitely use the Killing Curse when you see me."
"You're quite self-aware."
He ignored the sarcastic remark and instead pointed the gun at the Alder Wand that had just begun to glow green.
"Inside are Orichalcum Bullet with enhanced penetration power; the magazine contains fifteen rounds."
The green light dimmed instantly.
Snape couldn't hold back any longer. "Wayne, what exactly do you want?"
"I've come to find my missing friend Potter."
Vincent moved the gun barrel slightly to the side. "And while I'm at it, let's see how well you're disguised, Professor."
"You discovered it?"
"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't always appear in the same place."
Snape's lips twitched again.
Despite all their careful planning, they overlooked this natural-born master of Occlumency.
Dumbledore a jinx!
Now that the matter had been exposed, he did not continue administering the Polyjuice Potion.
With a twitch of his muscles, Voldemort, now sporting Quirrell's large face, transformed back into Snape.
Although their appearances are different, their eyes are the same.
It's even colder than before.
"Wayne, are these just two conditions?"
"If possible, I would also like to forcibly disband Black Swan."
"Don't even think about it!" Snape looked at the unconscious Harry.
To avoid any accidents that might expose him, he didn't bring any other Potions or even his wand when he came out.
If the wand that is so difficult to use is destroyed, or if the "The Chosen One" is accidentally awakened, then this 2.0 plan will be completely aborted.
"I can make them stop bothering you."
"Until graduation?"
Snape's lips twitched for the third time. "This semester only."
Vincent moved the gun back. "Professor, summer vacation is in two months."
You can refuse.
"Make a deal!"
Both men, having reached a verbal agreement, turned their attention to Harry.
According to the plan, Snape would only consider the matter settled when he had enraged him and allowed fear to spread through his heart again.
Starting over under these circumstances would likely take until after dawn.
"Professor Snape, I'm off now!"
"Get out of here!"
With a gloomy expression Snape restored the surroundings to their original state, then hoisted Harry onto his shoulder.
Did Trelawney's Prophecy come true?
Impossible!
He will finish as quickly as possible.