Direct Confrontation

Quirrell cursed inwardly. He didn't know how Tom could appear so quickly. He wanted to finish the job quickly, but he was afraid of making too much of a commotion.

Just as he was contemplating whether to run away, Voldemort gave him the order to kill this brat right there. Silent Iron Armor Charm? Is this kid still a first grader?!

Voldemort's voice urged in his mind, "Fool, what are you standing there for! Kill him! Drink the Unicorn Blood!"

Quirrell took a deep breath, pointed his wand at Tom, and hissed:

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light, carrying an aura of death, shot out from the tip of the wand and flew straight at Tom.

The Iron Armor Charm is no match for the Killing Curse; you either need to use a spell to counteract it or use a sentient Transfiguration creature as a human shield.

This is also why Voldemort feared Albus Dumbledore; Dumbledore could conjure up a massive army of Transfiguration with a flick of his wrist, rendering Voldemort's killing move completely ineffective.

A golden light flashed in Tom's eyes. Without flinching or dodging, the blazing red light crashed headlong into the Killing Curse.

The two collided, unleashing blinding arcs and Spark. The green light was instantly neutralized by Tom's spell, and Quirrell quickly rolled away to dodge the attack.

Dragon's might! A powerful aura emanated from the boy's body, causing Quirrell's brain to jolt as if a dragon's roar had exploded in his mind, and his wand unconsciously loosened its grip.

Quirrell's wand spun rapidly, and a thick python, dozens of feet long, emerged from the ground, opening its blood-red maw to bite down on Tom.

Before it could bite, a thick wooden arm emerged from the tree and gripped the python's throat.

The tree was then uprooted and became completely entangled with the python, with wood chips flying everywhere and blood splattering.

Tom swung his wand sharply, and Snape's signature move, "Sectumsempra," was unleashed once again.

The invisible blade of air caught Quirrell off completely, and Quirrell piercing screams echoed through the Forbidden Forest.

Quirrell is actually quite strong; he was an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. Voldemort always gives people something in return for his influence, and Quirrell has learned a lot from him over the past year.

His silly and cute demeanor in class was all an act, but he was truly caught off guard by Tom's sudden attack.

At first, they didn't take Tom seriously at all, but after being suppressed, they had no chance to fight back.

Tom sliced the python into pieces with several invisible blades, then pointed his wand at Quirrell. "Reducto!"

"Fool!" Voldemort's voice rang out again, and Quirrell moved.

He twisted his body grotesquely like a snake, easily dodging the curse, before straightening his body.

Tom's expression was extremely serious. This was no longer Quirrell; the one controlling him had become Voldemort.

A chilling aura filled the air, and despite the warm spring weather approaching 20 degrees Celsius, frost had begun to form on the bushes and treetops.

"Go to hell, you brat!"

A jet-black beam of light shot out from the tip of the staff, carrying astonishing energy as it struck Tom directly.

The murderous aura had already locked onto Tom; he had a gut feeling that no matter how he dodged, the final result would be a hit.

"Let me do it!" Andros roared in his mind.

Tom didn't hesitate and started "Physical Practice example".

Tom's demeanor changed when he briefly closed and reopened his eyes. He didn't even raise his wand; a ball of white light emerged from his left hand.

The black beam of light collided with it, exploding with a deafening roar. Flames shot into the sky, air surged, and the powerful aftershocks caused a violent rumble, making the entire Forbidden Forest tremble.

Beneath his hood, Voldemort's eyes widened in shock. What the hell! He'd changed people on his side, so why was Tom's appearance so different too?!

A little further out in the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid led Fang, Harry, and Ron into solitary confinement.

Hagrid's massive body led the way, making the two feel very safe. He stopped and pointed to the right.

"See that Winky stuff on the ground? It's silvery-white; that's Unicorn Blood. A unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was injured, and what's worse, I found one dead last week."

Hagrid's voice was filled with anger, "Merlin's beard, what kind of creature would attack them? We must find that poor unicorn and relieve his suffering."

Ron's voice trembled. "What if the thing that harms the unicorns discovers us first? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"As long as you, me, and Fang are together, no creature in the Forbidden Forest will harm you."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a tremendous explosion boomed, followed by a powerful shockwave.

Even from a great distance, the trees were trembling, and the slender ones were bent over by the weight of the trees.

Hagrid's expression changed, and he rushed toward the source of the explosion. Harry and Ron followed, and the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the woods as several dark figures quickly caught up.

Ron's voice Transfiguration with fear. "Hagrid!"

"Those are Centaur, don't worry, they won't hurt you!" Hagrid said without turning his head.

After passing a grove of ancient trees, the scene before them left them speechless.

"Tom?!" Harry exclaimed.

The three saw Tom confronting the hooded man, but what shocked them was the chaotic scene around them.

The ground looked as if it had been struck by a meteorite, much lower than the surrounding area, and full of craters. Apart from the row of ancient trees behind them, a large forest in front of them had disappeared, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Just by looking at this scene, one can imagine how intense the battle must have been, and how terrifying the two sides must have been.

Tom heard Harry's scream but ignored it; he had already activated his Supernatural Mode and was fully engaged in the battle between Voldemort and Andros.

Andros was extremely excited. "Watch closely, Tom, this is the correct way to use the Patronus, and the origin of my invincible name!"

This was different from the previous demonstrations using Tom's body, nor was it a sparring session of spatial teaching nature. Instead, he was truly facing a powerful opponent who could meet his standards.

This reignited the fighting spirit that had been dormant for thousands of years.

A white light erupted from the boy's wand, illuminating the entire forest.

Like the sun falling to earth, the light surged towards Tom's body, enveloping him completely.

Then Tom charged forward like a cannonball, raised his huge fist, and slammed it down on Quirrell.

Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, tried to evade, but the power he had gained from consuming the unicorn last week was now almost gone.

He was filled with confusion and fear. How could Tom be so strong? He felt as if he were facing a wizard who had once stood on the same level as him.

Quirrell had already turned halfway to the side, but just then, Tom suddenly shouted.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The wand made no movement, but the spell had already struck.

Quirrell froze on the spot, watching helplessly as the fist, enveloped in white light, landed on him.