curse the world at hogwarts

On the hillside outside the village of Ottery Saint Catchpol, a scene that could have crucified the Dark Lord on the Pillar of Shame was staged.

Voldemort was holding his stomach to resist the urge to flee, while he was squealing and confronting several Ministry of Magic Aurors, all using very difficult dark magic.

Without him, just to end the battle quickly, find a wild place to squat down and plunge thousands of miles away.

This scene was so inappropriate that even the Aurors had to shout that the gaming experience was extremely poor.

Kingsley was the person with the greatest pressure in the room. As the core of the team chasing the big robber, behind him were two juniors - Williamson and Nymphadora Tonks, who had just graduated.

The only person whose qualifications are comparable to his is Delis, who has extremely poor actual combat ability and will be taken away by the Longbottom family's grandmother in the future.

Kingsley was tired of dealing with pig teammates like him and being beaten every time.

"Lyle!" He shouted loudly while casting a curse, "Help me!"

For Kingsley, the biggest helper at the moment is actually Rhine, who is young but has a great record. However, the opponent's attitude makes Kingsley very helpless.

When Rhine hunted the Death Eaters, most wizards applauded him, but the Aurors, who were known as the righteous force of the wizarding world, pursued and intercepted him.

In the end, he still took advantage of the Death Eaters' siege and saved Rhine, who was seriously injured and unable to resist.

What's even more terrible is that the Aurors who picked up the leak include but are not limited to... Delis, Williamson and himself.

Even if Rhine watched them being killed by Voldemort, most people would say it was excusable.

When Rhine was thrown into Azkaban, they didn't even say a word about the justice and fairness they pursued.

how?

Is Gringotts more valuable than the lives of the Rhine family?

"Rhine!"

Seeing the signal sent by Rhine, Mrs. Weasley rushed to the scene and looked at him eagerly.

Why do you say the Weasley family are good people?

Although Kingsley was a colleague of the Order of the Phoenix and Mr. Weasley's colleague in the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Weasley's first reaction was not to urge Rhine to leave the battle, but to drag him to check if he was injured.

"It's okay..." Rhine said, "Take Ron and Ginny back and leave this place to me."

Although there are good reasons to ignore the war situation, Rhine is no longer the predecessor with a twisted head. Voldemort is his enemy!

He still understands the tricks of protecting the Weasley brothers and sisters and putting on a show in front of Quirrell who will reveal his identity in the future.

After watching Mrs. Weasley leave with her children without any worries, Rhine looked at the crowd fighting at the foot of the hillside with a sneer on his face.

"Owner--!"

While Voldemort was suppressing the Aurors and beating them, Quirrell, who was always paying attention to Rhine physically and mentally, burst out screaming.

Then, an invisible sharp blade passed by him!

God has no shadow!

If Voldemort hadn't been able to dodge quickly, this move would have torn Quirrell's hood off, exposing their biggest secret to the Aurors!

Did he see it?

impossible!

Voldemort and Quirrell issued a resounding no, thinking it was just a coincidence, but even so...

"You seek death!"

Voldemort waved his hand and cut out the bones with a heartbreaking shot, letting the young man Rhine have a taste of the true power of darkness.

Unexpectedly, Quirrell suddenly burst out screaming, and strong resistance suddenly broke out in his heart, causing Voldemort's arm to tilt to the side...

"Bam—!"

His Cruciatus Curse missed, and Rhine followed up with a Obstacle Curse, but it hit the back of Quirrell's head and Voldemort's face directly.

Voldemort gasped, staggered forward and was about to fall down!

Several Aurors were overjoyed and threw spells in unison, trying to take advantage of the flaw to annihilate Voldemort.

Judging from the light emitted by the spells, they are all binding spells with the function of confinement and hypnosis. If you fall into it, you will become a prisoner.

Voldemort is worthy of being the Dark Lord. He turns his wand towards himself like an upside-down golden bell.

This was a little magic spell invented by his former follower Snape. Voldemort had also ridiculed him for doing these little tricks, but he didn't expect to save him today.

He seemed to have stepped on a trap and flew into the sky with his legs hanging upside down.

The curses of the Aurors scratched the edge of his head, and then were forced to scatter again by the curses he issued at a tricky angle.

Voldemort waved his wand and lowered himself to the ground, but suddenly his feet slipped.

Before he threw a dog to eat shit, he looked at the smiling Rhine through Quirrell's desperate eyes, and then felt his face - that is, the back of Quirrell's head - hit hard on the hardened head with a "snap" on the ground.

Mundungus, who once suffered a loss at the London Zoo, would definitely be in awe if he were here!

What a smooth slide!

Voldemort wanted to cry, because in this sudden hanging, falling, slipping, and wrestling, Quirrell could no longer hold back the gushing out...

A burst of heat spurted out from between his buttocks, and he was no longer clean.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Voldemort roared and jumped up, drew a circle with his wand, and cast a powerful spell that knocked the Aurors away.

Then, he quickly threw a whirlwind towards his butt.

For a moment, Voldemort felt the butt he shared with Quirrell feel refreshed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

When he looked back, he and Quirrell were furious at the same time!

Damn it, Rhine Lyle, where did he find a piece of cloth in his hand?

Did he use Shen Feng Wuying just now?

……

"Tsk—" the sound of space distortion.

"Ouch~!" Quirrell screamed.

In the end, Voldemort took Quirrell and forcibly disapparated.

If you don’t leave, you really won’t be able to leave!

After this struggle, not only did he fail to defeat any opponent, but more Aurors appeared in the distance.

Of course, under the siege of Rhine's fluctuation spell that constantly shook the space, he paid a heavy price, and half of his palm was left in place.

Kingsley almost vomited as he watched Rhine step forward, pick up the lively palm with his wand and throw it to him.

With a wave of his wand, his palm spun in a circle and fell into the hands of poor Delis.

"Take it back and see if you can find out your identity!"

Kingsley was also a partial science student back then and knew nothing about the method of tracing the origin of wizards through the human body.

Rhine shook his head inwardly. He didn't think Quirrell, with Voldemort's guidance, would fall for such a method of post-facto verification.

such a pity--!

If Voldemort died so easily, Rhine really wouldn't mind going all out to kill him and live peacefully in Hogwarts from then on.

But Voldemort is immortal, and even Dumbledore may not understand his most secret life guarantee at this moment.

Don’t lose the advantage of having the script in hand!

Let Voldemort follow Quirrell to Hogwarts and serve as a humanoid teaching aid for Dumbledore to educate Harry Potter!

"You're not trying your best."

A middle-aged man with a lion head who had just arrived suddenly spoke up after listening to Delis' review of the battle, and slapped Rhine in the face who was thinking secretly.

"This is not like what Rhine Lyle, who hunted Death Eaters, did!"

Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, frowned and glared at Rhine with a stern look of condemnation.

Kingsley's heart tightened: "Director..."

"It's ok."

Rhine raised his hand to stop Kingsley's plea, and looked directly at Scrimgeour with a meaningless expression.

"That Rhine Lyle is dead."

"I was thrown into Azkaban to die by your own hands."

The sarcasm on his face was not concealed at all.

"You loser who can't even stop a robber..."

"forget?"