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Don't come here!

Voldemort twisted his arm and walked towards Harry backwards. He did not directly take out his wand and give Harry a hard blow... He wanted to play with the child slowly...

Time flies so fast. The child who was huddled in the stroller and crying has grown so big... Thinking about that fateful night, and thinking about hiding in embarrassment all these years.

Voldemort laughed sickly

"Hey...Harry Potter, you don't know how much I've missed you all these years..."

Harry felt a chill all over his body and couldn't help but shuddered. He fell limply on the steps and crawled back on his hands and feet.He was brave, not stupid, and he didn't think he could defeat Voldemort now.

"Where do you want to go, dear Harry...the savior of the wizarding world...the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Look, you have so many titles, you must be so happy... I know how popular you are with those students in school."

Harry had no choice but to retreat. The scorching heat had slightly scorched his hair, and his hands were bleeding from the rough steps.

It’s over.

Harry thought to himself, I might not be able to go to your wedding John.

He was quite satisfied. At least Hermione would inform the professors that Voldemort's conspiracy would not succeed after all... At least, he did everything he could, just like that night... Even though this time he lost his own life.

"You have to thank me, Harry...I made you, Harry..."

"Put yourself into my arms. Before I decide to kill you... I will let you gain more respect and worship... I know you like the feeling of being worshiped..."

"You want to gain my allegiance?" Harry endured the burning pain in the wound and reluctantly smiled, "Bah! Go ahead and dream, you ugly monster without a nose!"

The spit hit Voldemort's face accurately, and happened to land on Voldemort's sunken nostrils...or breathing openings.

The amount of saliva was a bit large and slowly slipped from Voldemort's nostrils, which showed how long Harry's bite had been brewing in his mouth.

"Harry Potter!"

Voldemort flew over and strangled Harry's neck.

"You're really good at pissing people off, you damn boy."

Voldemort's face trembled, and his saliva continued to slide down, pulling out a shining silver thread and dripping on Harry's collar.

Hey~!I should have vomited less just now.

With his neck stuck tightly, Harry thought wildly and struggled to throw the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket out of the room... Okay, it's none of my business, I'll try my best...

"Has... anyone... said that you are... really ugly? Do you think... this is... the reason why... you have always... failed?"

Harry grinned and sneered, very much like the tortured hero in the story.

"Go down and meet your parents...Harry Potter! You will meet again in Hell..."

"No...we will be in heaven...watching you being killed by Dumbledore..."

Harry's face turned red, and his eyes bulged horribly... He subconsciously grabbed Voldemort's hands, trying to free himself from this damn predicament.

"Then let's wait and see...what is this?!"

When Harry's hand full of wounds touched him, a pain from the depths of his soul filled his body... His soul was involuntarily moving away from Harry.

"No...wait!"

"Ah!" Quirrell screamed.

Voldemort's soul is being ripped from his body...in the most direct and violent way possible.

His body is slowly breaking down... it's the unicorn's curse.Voldemort absorbed the vital part of the unicorn's blood, but left the dead part of the tissue intact to him!

"No! Master, help me!"

Without the protection of the curse of life in Voldemort's soul, the curse of half-life and half-death was severed, and all that was waiting for him was death... in the most traceless way.

"Jesus is on top..."

He watched Quirrell turn into a ball of ashes before his eyes, and was blown away by the heat wave caused by the wall of fire when it was extinguished.Harry murmured softly after finally catching his breath.

"Damn blood curse!"

Voldemort's soul rushed around the room angrily, and his shrill howl could be vaguely heard.

"I will come back, Harry! I will definitely take your life with my own hands...wait for me! Wait for your death!"

brush!

The soul rushed through Harry's body and rushed out of the room. When he pressed against the Sorcerer's Stone, he was violently ejected out of the corridor by the sudden light from above.

"Ha~Qiu!"

Harry crossed his arms tremblingly... Voldemort's soul had just taken away the heat from his body, and now he felt as if he were at the South Pole, as if the fire that was burning just now was just an illusion.

But...does this count as killing Voldemort again?

He was secretly happy.

Young people are like this, the joy of success can wash away everything... Maybe he will be afraid later, but now he is so excited that he even starts to imagine that the next time he meets the noseless monster, he will stab the wand into his damn nostrils scene in.

Uh... That's disgusting... I'd better not stab him, just take him to Azkaban and lock him up.

"Oh, poor kid...it seems you have stopped Professor Quirrell?"

"Professor Harris...how do you know it's Quirrell's?"

"Mr. Weasley who is full of blood, Miss Granger who is panicking, and you who are not at all reassuring... are already busy up there, and all the professors are here...except Quirrell."

"Sorry...Professor."

Listening to the vague accusations from the old man in front of him, Harry calmed down and apologized for his recklessness with a red face.

"Think before you act, my child... But you are truly brave. Your principal will be proud of you."

Following Dumbledore's request, he casually encouraged the little wild lion, but when he wasn't paying attention, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Okay, let me take you up...it looks like you have to stay in the infirmary with your good friend for a few days."

When he thought of Ron Weasley who was unconscious in the infirmary and keeping little Ellie busy, he felt very angry... You must know that he raised that girl as his own granddaughter, and she didn't even think about it. I have been so caring about this old man!

unlucky!You need to find someone to vent your anger on.

After delivering Harry to Madam Pomfrey, Old Harris walked out with a calm face.

"Hey! It's you! That long-haired boy...are you the one making so much noise in the corridor?!"

"I...we don't, sir..."

"Not yet?! I heard your voices in the infirmary! I wonder if the patients need to rest...Go to Filch and get the confinement yourself!"

Phew...feeling good.

Looking at the two little Hufflepuffs who were about to cry, Old Harris showed a satisfied smile... Hufflepuff students had many problems, and he had to help Dumbledore look after them to avoid teaching another Newt. Scamander!

...

At the dinner party, Hermione and Alicia sat together with grimaces, listening to the whispers of the Hufflepuffs at the table next to them.

"Ellie, that's what they said about your grandpa..."

"It's okay. My grandfather really doesn't like Hufflepuff very much... He used to joke that if I was sorted into Hufflepuff, of course he would kick me out of the house."

Have you ever considered that maybe he wasn't joking...

Hermione groaned.

After several months of getting along with each other, Professor Harris gradually took off his kind disguise in the eyes of the little badgers, revealing the core of the big devil.

They finally realized the terrible situation the little lions were in in Potions class.

All kinds of weird reasons...Professor Harris didn't deduct their points, he just kept finding fault with them, criticizing them and putting them in solitary confinement...

Merlin's beard, have you ever seen the Hogwarts Astronomy Observation Room at five in the morning?The wind is really strong there.

As a Dark Lord who plundered all of Europe and even went to the Americas to cause trouble, the old Harris had already mastered the control of people's hearts.

Although he did not regard teaching as a serious matter, he was annoyed by Dumbledore's nagging and still controlled things to a level acceptable to everyone.

He gained physical and mental pleasure, and the students in other colleges got a substitute teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class who was gentle and funny and had a high level of spell casting... Only the world where the little badger was injured was achieved!

But due to the way the Badger Academy behaves, they can't go to the professor for such a trivial matter... After all, Professor Harris just criticized them a few times and put them in solitary confinement several times. They are not Never been detained.

And others didn't deduct points as frantically as the natural enemy of the lion cub next door, so if you bear with it... it's not unacceptable.

But in private, they will never stop condemning this devil in sheep's clothing. After all, this is the only extracurricular activity that they can get interested in after experiencing all kinds of torture.

They were originally planning to join forces with the little lions to set up a victims' self-rescue association... But Professor Harris always gave the teacher the most points every time, beating the little badgers vertically and horizontally with one hand, and they were completely helpless. Temper.

I can only hold on to the quilt in my hands with tears in my eyes every night when I am locked in a cold confinement room. With hatred for the devil, I fall asleep restlessly...