Hogwarts founder returns to campus

The green light came so fast that Harry could barely resist or dodge it.

Harry didn't know the meaning behind the spell "Avada Kedavra", he only knew that the spell had been engraved in his mind, accompanied by the scream of a woman...

Am I going to accompany you?

That scream, Harry thought, was his mother's voice, and the magic was the magic that took his mother's life away.

The green light touched his skin like an entity, and he could feel the skin sinking slightly, and then an accident happened.

The green light bounced off, and he watched as it rushed toward his forehead before bouncing off again.

Voldemort's face changed suddenly, with surprise in the panic, and a little bit of fear.

He sideways avoided the rebound of the Killing Curse, and at the same time tightly gripped the wand in his hand, subconsciously looking at the swollen and blistered skin that Harry had touched before.

"Excellent! Very interesting!"

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a burst of applause slowly resounded in the room from far to near.

The fire snake beside Voldemort sprang out suddenly, opened its steaming mouth and bit the owner of the voice.

"Fiendfire? It's very good, but it's still a little bit interesting."

"sieve!"

The familiar voice, the same familiar scene, the fire snake just disappeared without a trace.

"Eternal burning (gubraithianincendio)!"

Several clusters of flames slowly floated over the room, instantly making the room bright as day.

Only then did Harry see clearly that the person coming now was not Headmaster Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall, not even any teacher, but a student, that Hermione's friend - Salazar.

I don't know why, but now he felt a sense of peace of mind, and then boundless exhaustion swept over his head, even overwhelmed the pain from the scar on his forehead, and then he just lost consciousness...

Voldemort gripped his wand even tighter. He really hadn't met many wizards who could deal with his Fiendfire so easily.

Even though the body he is using now can only exert one-tenth of his strength, but it is using a superb black magic like Fiendfyre, which cannot be easily deciphered by one person.

The only person who can put an end to Fiendfire so lightly is Albus Dumbledore.

However, the person in front of him was not Dumbledore, not even anyone he knew, and he was still so young...

The young ones don't seem to be old enough to graduate from Hogwarts.

This body is extremely exhausted now, so he doesn't have many chances to make a move now.

He wouldn't have wasted so much energy if it wasn't for getting rid of Harry Potter's annoying necklace.

and many more……

Voldemort recalled the movement of annihilating Fiendfire just now, which was almost exactly the same as the magic released by the Harry Potter necklace...

This means that……

This young man in front of him is the maker of the necklace?

Thinking of this, Voldemort felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He had no reason to be afraid, even though he had only one-tenth of his power now.

Because he is immortal, no one can let himself die, but what is the situation with this chill that seems to emerge from encountering a natural enemy?

"Who are you?" He blurted out the question.

The young man smiled slightly and said slowly: "You have entered here to enjoy so many welcome items, and you don't know who I am?"

"It's you?" Voldemort felt that his pupils were almost shrunk to pinpoints, and the chill in his heart seemed to spread all over his body.

The three-headed dog weakness that Quirrell learned from Hagrid at that time was not true at all.

The three-headed dog didn't respond to the music, and it even made it more berserk.

If he hadn't completely taken over the body and used the wound on the three-headed dog to curse it to petrification, this first hurdle would have required a greater price.

There is also the giant monster that Qi Luo personally put into the level, which actually has the power of a fire dragon. Not only has it become infinitely powerful, but the dragon scales are also difficult to deal with, and it can even spit out dragon breath from its mouth.

If he hadn't completely taken over this body, I'm afraid...

and many more……

Could it be that?

Voldemort opened his mouth unconsciously: "The unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, isn't it real?"

He suddenly thought that since Quirrell absorbed the blood of the unicorn for him, he fell into a deep sleep.

At one point he thought it was the unicorn's curse, so he gladly took over the body.

Looking back now, I am afraid that everything was arranged in advance.

"I can think of it so quickly, no wonder Albus is so afraid of you, and even arranged for a child to deal with you." The young man hesitated for a while, as if he was choosing his words, "Of course, I didn't mean to be sarcastic, This sentence means that Albus respects you."

Voldemort didn't care about this, and asked, "Are you Nicole Flamel?"

So far he can think of a wizard who can do this, except for Dumbledore, the only one is Nicole Flamel.

As a famous alchemist, Nicole Flamel should be able to transform three-headed dogs, transform giant monsters, and transform the Philosopher's Stone into stone giants.

"You still guessed wrong, should I give you a third chance?" The young man shook his head, "Let's guess again while you still have the chance to use my subordinate's head."

subordinate?

Quirrell?

When did he come into contact with Quirrell?

Voldemort just felt confused now. In a flash, he clenched the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand, and his body suddenly turned into a black mist.

leave here!Find a place to reshape the body with the Philosopher's Stone, and kill this young man with full power!

And Harry Potter!Be sure to find a way to kill him!

"Want to run?" Countless black air gushed out from the imprint on the back of the young man's hand, all of which penetrated into his palm, "Spiral sword (caladbolg)!"

A dark blue sword appeared in his hand, and he came to the direction where Voldemort was escaping in the blink of an eye, like swinging a bat towards the black air.

Voldemort was hit by the spiral sword, the black air all over his body dissipated and fell to the ground, and even rolled twice and hit the wall.

"I didn't do these things to let you leave with this body." The young man said calmly, "You seem to know a very efficient spell, right? That spell didn't appear in my time! "

Voldemort felt very ironic at the moment. He didn't expect that he had knocked Harry into the wall just now, and now he collapsed against the wall in the same posture.

"Let me try it, how did you recite the spell just now?" The young man pressed a jade-like magic wand to his forehead.

Voldemort seemed to have a premonition of something, and an unprecedented fear rose up and filled his heart.

A faint green light gushed out, and the whole room was coated with a layer of green, and the air seemed to start to tremble due to the surge of magic power.

"Avada Kedavra!"