Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

"That's right, Senior Tom!"

Lorne pointed his wand at Quirrell and whispered.

"You... How do you know!? "

Quirrell took a step back, and the wand in his hand shifted from Harry's head to Lorne's.

He believed that the secret of the back of his head had never been revealed, and no one knew that Voldemort was possessing him, except for Peter Pettigrew who he had learned about by accident last time.

And—

Quirrell saw the brilliant golden back and handsome face, and felt a faint ache from the piercing wound that day.

I can't beat it, I definitely can't beat this little wizard in front of me!

Quirrell was self-aware.

Just the last time he was in the Forbidden Forest, he had palpitations and left a shadow.

That's not a great power that man can control!

No wizard can master such powerful thunder, not Voldemort, not the previous Dark Lord, not even Dumbledore!

"Quirrell, turn your head around!"

A sound like the neighing of a snake sounded, coming from the back of the head.

"Yes, master!"

Quirrell took the purple turban off his head with trembling hands, and under Harry's horrified gaze, a wriggling human face slowly opened its cold eyes.

The face was pale, and the two red eyes were staring at Lorne and Harry, with two elongated nostrils that looked like scars.

Tom without a nose.

Harry's eyes widened and he covered his mouth, holding back his own screams.

Lorne, who had already met him once, didn't react too unusually.

"Oh, the boy who never dies, Harry Potter!"

Voldemort's eyes looked at Harry, who had killed him, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"I'll get my revenge back—"

"And you, good little wizard of Slytherin, you really made me eat your spell that night..."

"Divided!"

Lorne didn't bother to listen to Voldemort's nonsense, considering that Dumbledore might come in a while, so he didn't raise his hand to apply an unforgivable spell, but chose to split up with good attack power.

"Iron Armor!"

The sudden attack was not successful, and Voldemort was also an excellent wizard, and he had more combat experience than Lorne, I don't know how much.

The shattering spell struck the Iron Charm, causing no harm to Voldemort except for a wave.

"What? Don't use your Thunderbolt Charm anymore?! "

"With such a powerful force, you will also have side effects!"

Voldemort grinned, he mocked.

"You're the most talented little wizard I've ever seen in my life, and I can't bear to kill you!"

"Your Unforgivable Curse is full of determination to kill me, and your Requisition Curse is as powerful as mine..."

"This means that you are more suitable to be a dark wizard than anyone else!"

"Come on, be my subordinate..."

"It's crooked, Mr. Tom, are you only going to say that?"

Lorne shook the spell in his hand, and a silent spell was issued, and a raging flame appeared out of thin air beside Voldemort.

The reason for the lack of dragon slaying is that the room is very small and has a basement-like location.

The powerful destructive power of the dragon-slaying magic will only bring this place to its knees.

And against a Quirrell and a half-dead Voldemort, he couldn't use dragon-destroying magic.

"Avada suo!"

Embarrassed to dodge the sudden flames, Voldemort roared at Lorne in spite of his image, and the green Curse was activated.

However, what surprised him was

His own life-seeking spell actually pierced through Lorne's body and landed on the wall behind him.

"Silent spells, and... Phantom Spell? "

Voldemort was completely dumbfounded, how could he master such a high-level spell at this age?

What is he doing at his age?

New to Professor Flitwick's Levitation Charm?

The three scythes in Lorne's eyes turned slowly, not some phantom spell but a divine power.

It is also unknown if Voldemort in this state can be affected by illusions.

He remembered that illusions had done more damage to these people with weak souls.

"Is that all you have to do?"

Looking at Voldemort as he got up, Lorne shook his head and said sarcastically.

"That's a real disappointment, Senior Tom."

As he spoke, the wand in his hand waved slightly, and the gravel on the ground turned into three sharp long swords, which flew towards Voldemort fiercely with the blessing of the levitation charm.

And Harry, who was in charge of watching the battle with the Philosopher's Stone, was already stunned, and the coordination between these spells was simply too smooth.

When will I be like this?

Harry thought enviously.

"Damn!"

Voldemort let out an unwilling voice, his two arms and one thigh already nailed to the wall.

Quirrell let out a terrible wail, for it was his body that was hurting, and Voldemort didn't feel anything.

If it weren't for the fact that he had little strength left, he would have been hung and beaten here by a young wizard who had just entered the school?

It's all strange to Quirrell, an idiot, who grinds and chirps.

If he had obtained the Philosopher's Stone now, the abominable wizard in front of him would have been tortured by him with the Diamond Heart Charm.

Voldemort cursed frantically.

Lorne, on the other hand, walked over with a sharp blade in his hand.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Charm was so easy to use that it was simply the most convenient spell.

"You can't kill me, Lorne!"

There was no fear in Voldemort's eyes other than madness.

"I'll be back, definitely... Will be back! "

Poof—

Blood gushed out like a jet of water, Quirrell's head was neatly chopped off, and Lorne threw the bloodstained blade aside.

On the back of Quirrell's head, Voldemort finished his last few words, and the face vanished.

If you can kill Voldemort the first time, then you will have a second time, and Lorne is not afraid anyway.

"Lorne, are you alright?"

At this time, Harry hurriedly walked over, but he saw Voldemort's life-requisition spell hit Lorne's body.

Harry didn't have a concept of the Phantom Charm now, so he didn't know what it was.

"It's okay, right, what about the Philosopher's Stone?"

Lorne threw the bloodstained robe onto Quirrell's headless body, and he looked sick to his stomach.

"The Philosopher's Stone is here, give!"

Harry quickly pulled a fist-sized crimson stone out of his pocket and handed it to Lorne.

"This is the Philosopher's Stone for refining the elixir of immortality?"

Lorne looked at the stone curiously, and the Sharingan Eye opened, but there was no magic flowing in it.

Fake?

Lorne was stunned, and was about to pick it up to take a closer look.

But at this time, Dumbledore came.