i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 99 KO Voldemort

Rigg looked at Voldemort, his pupils seemed to be golden red with fire at this time, and the golden hair was floating in the air because of the full magic power.

The extremely high temperature baked the entire classroom, and the unpredictable fireballs stretched out their flames from time to time and burned the nearby area with crackling sounds.

"So it was you." Voldemort said through gritted teeth.

After being blown away by flames in the Forbidden Forest last time, he had to use his own power to heal Quirrell's dilapidated body.

The unnoticed customs clearance plan was also destroyed, so we had to start in such a rough way ahead of time and force the customs clearance to get the Philosopher's Stone.

Feeling the wave-like magical power on the opposite side, Voldemort's small slit-like eyes widened, and he curled his fingers.

There must be no time left for the little wizard to use it to burst into flames.

Rigg saw Voldemort's crooked fingers, turned palms, generally speaking, this is a precursor to a wizard wanting to attack and use a spell.

But he wasn't worried at all.

Because he has companions.

Harry, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped forward, trying to spread his fingers, trying to cover more area.

Voldemort's grasped fingers were soon covered with blood blisters, and the skin was constantly tightening, and finally turned into charcoal.

He raised his hand sharply to scratch Quirrell's face again, and his sharp nails dug into Voldemort's already bloody skin.

"what is this----"

Voldemort's tugging gesture was interrupted by Harry, who struggled and wrestled on the ground with Harry, blisters rising on his face and body that would not go away.

Biceps bulging, Harry pinned Voldemort firmly to the ground.

The attack confirmed his suspicions: as soon as he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, Quirrell and Voldemort would feel excruciating pain.

Good nutrition and the Quidditch training designed by Wood made Harry's body full of muscles, and it was not as difficult to suppress an already weak Voldemort as it was to suppress a Quaffle.

He held onto Voldemort so tightly that he was in too much pain to cast spells on himself and Rigg.

Voldemort screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off, and Quirrell was awakened from the coma, and then fell into a coma again, repeating over and over again.

Now in this body, there isn't even much blood to shed.

Harry's headache was getting worse and worse from clutching Voldemort, and his eyes were dark and full of little stars.

All Harry could hear was Quirrell's horrific screams and Voldemort's vicious growls.

"Kill him!" "Help me!"

Other voices shouted, "Harry! Harry!"

It sounded like the voices of his family members in his fantasy when he was looking at the Mirror of Erised, but maybe it was a hallucination in his head.

Seeing Rigg preparing to attack, a sense of heroism that seemed to be legendary surged from Harry's heart.

Covering himself with Voldemort's body, he yelled, "Rig!"

Rigg had already been prepared, but Voldemort's resistance was too great. When he rolled on the ground with Harry, he was afraid of hurting Harry.

Now that Harry was ready, Harry half-lifted the mummified Quirrell like a child.

Rigg raised his arm, palm facing Voldemort, and he pushed forward slightly.

Countless white or even transparent flames, guided by Rigg's magic power, slowly flew towards Voldemort.

Seeing the flying fireball, Voldemort's eyes were full of panic, without the calmness and arrogance that had frightened Harry before.

Layers upon layers of wounds, the inexplicable spell on Harry's body, the decayed body that was about to end its life but was forcibly hung...

Voldemort wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Rieg felt the flow of magic power, and the fireball flew past so slowly, which proved his control to a higher level.

"Thorn-"

The farther it flies, the smaller the area of ​​the fireball is, and finally there is only a condensed ball left, flying towards Voldemort's head very quickly.

Rieger's raised arms were trembling slightly, and he was a little bit out of control after turning into this small ball.

Voldemort screamed, trying to shake his head.

But it was all in vain, wasted effort.

Rigg would not allow Voldemort to escape the killing blow, and neither would Harry, who was prepared to sacrifice himself.

After the fireball flew to Voldemort's face, it slowly pressed down, and the skin it touched was scorched, emitting a strange smell of charcoal.

"You should really try high-temperature hair removal." Rigg smiled and said to Voldemort, who was screaming silently.

Voldemort could no longer even utter a sound, and his little spiteful eyes could no longer be opened.

Harry laughed aloud at Rigg's sudden sense of humor, and almost couldn't hold back the dying Voldemort, who, in a burst of force, nearly toppled him.

After the fireball burned Voldemort's head in all directions and no dead ends, he didn't move.

Rigg's face was extremely pale, he paused the output of magic power out of breath, and the emptiness emanating from the inside out of his body made Rieg tremble.

After waiting for a while, Harry cautiously released his hand and stood up.

Quirrell lay on the ground like this, motionless.

"Is he dead?"

In the distance, Hermione and Ron, who were standing at the door of the room, ready to escape at any time, asked together.

The previous panic still remained on Ron's face, and he was clearly about to leave, but he still held the long sword and did not let go.

When Hermione saw Rig and Voldemort staring at each other, she dragged Ron, who was standing still, to the door, ready to leave at any time.

The Philosopher's Stone is on her, and she must ensure that this treasure, which everyone has worked so hard on, will not fall into Voldemort's hands and become a prop to help him recover.

Standing in the doorway, Hermione was almost overwhelmed by the guilt.

Although this was part of their plan, when she actually stood on the threshold, she only felt like a coward, and she also wanted to fight with Rigg and Harry.

If it weren't for the lack of trust in Ron's work, Hermione wanted to entrust the Philosopher's Stone to Ron, and she would go back to help Rigg.

"he died."

Li Ge checked the body carefully.

It's so strange, he obviously killed someone, but he didn't question himself after the murder.

Neither did Harry.

There was genuine joy on Harry's face, and his green eyes were shining, watery, and filled with tears.

Voldemort was so arrogant and callous that talking about killing his parents was like killing a chicken.

"I killed your father first, but he would rather die than surrender, and he fought me bravely. Your mother didn't need to die, but she desperately wanted to protect you." When Voldemort said this, his face was still cruel smile.

Remembering what Voldemort said before, Harry kicked his corpse uncontrollably, then ran to the Mirror of Erised and cried into the mirror.

Rigg looked at Harry silently, Hermione was crying excitedly in his arms, and his hand was gently stroking Hermione's long hair.

"Stand back!"

Snape, who finally arrived, seemed to have dragged out a year's storm in England, his eyes were empty, and there was no expression on his face.

　Finally finally! !Shark Voldemort! !
　　Ball recommendation ticket and monthly ticket ——————

　　It's time to eat
　　
　
(End of this chapter)