Voldemort hated three things more than anything in his life.
First, address him by his real name;
Second, let's talk about his background;
Third, interrupt his speech.
There are only two or three people left in the Wizarding World who would dare to do this.
And today, there's finally one more.
The blowpipe missiles, which were gradually increasing in size, posed virtually no threat to Voldemort, who was wielding a magic wand.
With just a gentle wave, it will fly to another place.
Just like what he's doing now.
"Wingardium Leviosa— "
The fifteen-inch-long Alder Wand propelled the missile vertically toward the top of the corridor.
"Children's tricks," Voldemort scoffed, not even glancing up at the top.
"Now!"
Fred and George simultaneously threw out smoke grenades from their pockets.
As soon as they rose up, they were all gathered together by the thirteen-and-a-half-inch Yew Wand.
The time the twins bought them was enough for Vincent to take aim after breaking the Levitation Charm spell.
"Bang—"
A 7.62mm sniper bullet pierced precisely through the blowpipe missile on Voldemort's head.
"Go into the Headmaster's Office quickly!" Vincent pulled Hermione and Rolf, who were standing nearby, to their feet.
The cracked corridor floor was slowly collapsing due to the violent explosion.
The figures that had been engulfed by the firelight floated in mid-air again after they went inside.
Voldemort tore off his tattered black robe and used magic to stop the bleeding from Quirrell's already wounded body.
"No one can save you, not even Dumbledore— "
The last pair of Graphorn offspring in the Wizarding World would buy him ample time.
After eleven years of waiting, the little wizards inside can serve as appetizers.
Headmaster's Office.
After the six little ones came up, they immediately added various defenses to the gate.
"Whew—dude, he should be dead by now, right?"
"How could that be!" Vincent rushed to the shelf where the Sorting Hat was placed. "If it were Quirrell, I could have announced the time of death just now."
"Ah—why did he come back!" Cedric trembled, hugging his shoulders. "We're doomed. Professor Dumbledore has to control the crazed Graphorn. We're finished..."
"Hey, what's so scary about Voldemort!"
Vincent grabbed the Sorting Hat. "Mr. Hat, I'm sorry to have to make do with this."
He drew his Sword of Gryffindor and looked at the other five with a conflicted expression.
Given Voldemort's thought process, he would definitely use Legilimency.
Hermione clenched her small hands tightly together, her gaze fixed firmly on him.
Vincent tossed her the hat and then ran to the window next to the door.
"He's here."
Voldemort didn't take the spiral staircase; he floated up on the black mist.
Hermione tucked the Sorting Hat inside 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 vanished into thin air.
After that, the four small bottles rolled to the ground.
The effect of the Potions seemed slightly weaker the second time I took it.
"Vincent isn't here. Vincent isn't here..."
Hermione, who kept muttering to herself, hid under the portraits of the past headmasters who were still snoring.
"Cedric, aren't you scared anymore?" George, who was standing at the door, teased the person next to him.
"Just call me Cedric." Although Cedric had calmed down, his right hand holding the wand was still trembling. "That's what my family calls me."
"That's great!" Fred nudged him lightly with his elbow. "What month were you born in?"
"September."
"Hahaha—" George chuckled mischievously, "Then you're our little brother~"
Cedric also chuckled mischievously, "I was born in '77, so I'm 14 years old this year."
The twins' smiles vanished instantly.
"I'm 16!" Rolf proudly raised his little head. "You all have to call me Big Brother!"
Hermione, who was hiding in the corner, rolled her eyes at him.
Such a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere should be able to deceive the master of Legilimency outside.
And that is indeed the case.
Voldemort had floated to the door of the Headmaster's Office, froze for a second.
The children inside weren't scared at all; in fact, they were making jokes with great enthusiasm.
The content is unknown, but that laughter...
"Hahaha~ He must have had half his face covered in fluorescent green before!"
"Not only that, they're all pustules!"
"He's really unlucky to be hiding inside Quirrell's body!"
Voldemort always prided himself on his elegance, remained completely calm.
He placed his hand on the doorknob, ignoring the counterattacks of magic.
Feeling the pain, he instinctively treated the wound again.
Quirrell's body had been magically altered, but it was far inferior to his original noseless form.
As long as he obtains the Sorcerer's Stone, his body, which has been magically modified countless times, will return.
Voldemort smiled cruelly and pushed open the door.
"Pfft—" The smoke spread rapidly.
He waved his left hand forward and saw four boys wearing strange masks.
"Children's tricks."
As soon as he raised his Yew Wand, he suddenly leaned back.
"Ding—" An invisible blade pierced through the floor.
Voldemort pointed forward, dispelling the Disillusionment Charm.
But all that was in front of him was a sword stuck in the floor.
"The Sword of Gryffindor— " He drew his left hand and tried to grasp the hilt.
"Sss—" A cut appeared horizontally on his 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 into the floor.
A hole ten meters in diameter pulled him and the other four people down into it.
"You can't hide it."
If nothing unexpected happens, Vincent, who was invisible, also fell down.
"Dampen Shock and Slow Descent— " Only four voices rang out.
Voldemort, standing on the black mist, looked rather grim.
Despite being a prominent figure in the Wizarding World, he couldn't find a single newly enrolled wizard.
Somewhat enraged, he gripped his Yew Wand and unleashed a Revealing Charm with an extremely wide range.
"Surprised?" Vincent landed right in front of him, holding the Sword of Gryffindor high.
The next second, a silver shield was neatly separated.
His left arm, which wasn't holding a wand, was also severed by the sword.
Voldemort grinned maliciously, pointing his right hand at Vincent as he fell. (Seven)
Avada Kedavra!
The extreme speed of the green lightning-shaped ray caused the four people, who had already landed steadily, to tremble involuntarily.
Vincent, suspended in mid-air, twisted his waist, amplified by the Strength Enhancer and Agility Potion, and held the Sword of Gryffindor in front of him.
A deathly coldness spread from the hilt of the sword throughout his body.
"Thud—" Vincent fell on the spiral staircase.
His eyes were closed, as if he had lost consciousness.
Voldemort grinned widely.
At that height, even if one doesn't die instantly from the Killing Curse, a fall would likely result in serious injury.
Now, tell me—
He landed on the black mist in front of the four people, "Where is my Sorcerer's Stone?"