Hogwarts- I am the Lord

"Sebastian, why is it you!"

Quirrell's roar echoed in the darkness.

All efforts failed at the last moment!

Potter had been captured, but was rescued by Sebastian who appeared out of nowhere.

Quirrell felt vaguely uneasy; this was totally different from what he had imagined.

"Give me Potter. He is the key to obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. I am about to succeed!"

"I'm sorry!" Sebastian said calmly, "Potter can't give it to you."

Hearing Sebastian's words, Quirrell's heart sank instantly.

What's going on?

This guy doesn't want the Philosopher's Stone anymore?

Why don't you agree to my request?

Does he want to work alone?

Or was this a trap from the beginning?

"Idiot!" Voldemort's hoarse voice echoed in the back of Quirrell's head, "Why bother with him? Kill him and take the boy away!"

Hearing this, Quirrell felt a surge of resentment.

It's simple to say.

Now there was nothing to see, and Potter was next to the guy again.

What if I acted carelessly and accidentally killed Potter?!

Even so, Quirrell tentatively cast various spells in the direction of Sebastian's voice.

"Fainted!"

"Everyone is petrified!"

"Crucio!"

Suddenly, in the dark room, the sounds of various spells rang out, causing Harry to shrink his neck in fear.

Harry quickly untied the hemp rope wrapped around his body. He didn't want to be a spectator here, he also wanted to join the battle.

Gradually, the darkness in the room dissipated, and with the light from the magic lamp, Harry could see everything in the room clearly again.

He saw Sebastian standing casually in front of him, without even raising his wand, looking so relaxed as if he was on vacation.

There was a transparent protective shield in front of Sebastian. Quirrell's spell had no effect at all except for causing ripples.

Is this the Iron Armor Curse?

It seems to be completely different from the armor spell triggered by the protection badge...

How come the defense is so high?

Harry's mind was full of doubts. Although he had not yet learned the Shield Charm, there were not so many fine textures on the ordinary Shield Charm.

Forget it, now is not the time to delve into these things!

Harry pulled the hemp rope off his body, stood up suddenly, and came to Sebastian's side.

He was about to ask what to do when he saw Sebastian smiling at him, then looking at Quirrell and speaking calmly.

"Professor Quirrell, have you had enough fun?"

"If you don't stop, I will fight back."

Quirrell stopped the spell in his hand and looked at Sebastian unwillingly.

Why is the gap so big?

The opponent didn't even move his hands, and blocked all his attacks with just the Iron Armor Spell.

If the other party really attacks, will I still have a chance to survive?

"What are you waiting for? Kill him with the Killing Curse!" Voldemort's voice sounded again. He had had enough of this servant's stupidity.

The killing curse?

To be honest, Quirrell didn't dare.

It is now obvious that the opponent's strength is far superior to his own.

Even if you use the killing curse, it may not necessarily kill the opponent. Instead, it may easily anger the opponent.

He ignored Voldemort's urging words and looked at Sebastian with red eyes.

"Didn't you go to Durmstrang? Why are you here?" Quirrell's voice was full of questions.

"Aren't we allies? Why don't you come to help me?"

"You've been lying to me, haven't you? Now that you've shown up, Dumbledore..."

"Don't worry, Dumbledore is not here." Sebastian said soothingly to prevent Quirrell from doing anything desperate.

"Besides, I've been helping you all along, can't you see that?"

"Without me, you would have sucked the unicorn's blood and turned into a half-dead monster."

"If I hadn't stopped you, you would have died in Harry's hands if you had touched him."

"Ask yourself, has that thing in your headscarf ever really valued your life?"

"Enough! Stop trying to sow discord between us, the master and the servant!" A sharp voice came from Quirrell's turban.

"Let me out, Quirinus, and let me speak to him, face to face."

This time the sound was clear and loud, and everyone present heard it.

who?

Something in the turban?

There's a person hiding in Quirrell's turban!

How did he do it?

Harry was confused, and suddenly, the scar on his forehead burned like fire.

Voldemort is here!

In just a moment, Harry understood the whole thing. He endured the pain and looked at Quirrell's turban with hatred.

As Quirrell's turban peeled off layer by layer, Harry's eyes gradually changed from hatred to dullness.

He had tried his best to use his imagination, but it had never occurred to him that there was a human face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Two-faced man!

That face was so weird and terrifying. His complexion was as pale as a corpse, as if there was not a trace of blood. His skin was tightly wrapped around his bones, making him look dry and thin.

The nose was flat like a snake's, with only two narrow holes left, and it made a low hissing sound when breathing.

His eye sockets were sunken, revealing an unspeakable evil, and his eyes were like two pieces of ice, emitting a cold light.

Seeing this horrifying scene, Harry's legs were a little out of control and he staggered back two steps.

Is this the Voldemort that everyone fears?

How did he grow into this horrible appearance!

Thinking that it was this half-human, half-ghost creature who killed his parents, Harry's courage returned to him.

"Voldemort!" He took a step forward and shouted at the ugly face, "You are the one who killed my parents."

"I will do everything in my power to prevent you from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone and from being resurrected!"

"What courage!" There was a hint of mockery in Voldemort's voice, "This is the great Harry Potter, the boy who is said to have defeated me."

"Very good. I admire people with courage the most."

"Oh, by the way, your parents were very brave, so I was merciful and rewarded them with a killing curse, allowing them to die painlessly."

"Do you want to know your mother's last words? Come and help me, and I'll tell you exactly what they were."

"Don't even think about it! You devil, I want to kill you right now." Harry raised his wand violently.

He didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to cast a curse at that face.

"Fight back with all your strength!"

A flash of Shield Charm appeared in front of Quirrell, and Harry's spell did not achieve the desired results.

He gritted his teeth and was about to attack again, but was stopped by Sebastian.

"Foolish!" said Voldemort fiercely, "How dare you not value your life so much."

"You will eventually die in my hands, and I will prove to the world..."

Before he could finish his words, Sebastian interrupted, "Dark Lord, why would you bother to compete with a child?"

"Don't you want to talk to me?"

"I'm right here, let's talk!"

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