Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"I can't take his body, so I can only think of another way..."

Voldemort said softly.

"The abyss is not empty. Those are the most terrifying monsters that humans can think of. They have power comparable to the gods... They will be interested in the child, as long as the child is sacrificed to them. , they do not hesitate to give generous rewards, so what does it mean to reshape the body..."

"The only problem is that I need a coordinate to connect the abyss with the real world, to point out the direction for those evil gods... This coordinate needs to be based on an abyssal soul, and in recent decades, those who can successfully communicate with the abyss have I’m the only one, where can I find such a soul?”

"Then I met you, Quirrell..." Voldemort smiled sarcastically, "Pharaoh's magic does have merit. I was caught by you and put in a bottle. If you just handed me over to Dumbledore, Lido, I can only end here... Maybe it's carelessness, maybe ambition has blinded your eyes, in short, you actually asked me about the way to become stronger... The 'coordinates' that I have been worrying about for a long time are just like this. Delivered to me..."

"I helped you come into contact with the power of the abyss, transformed you into the abyss, and barely reached the standard for opening the [Portal]... You should feel honored, Quirrell. After being eroded by the power of the abyss, your sanity is on the verge of collapse at any time. ...Before that, your life like a candle in the wind was of great use. Thousands of years later, you can still witness the arrival of the gods with your own eyes..."

Voldemort looked down at Quirrell, who had already lost his breath and stared at the full moon in the sky with his eyes wide open.

Suddenly, the bright moonlight suddenly turned red, and the world seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze.

In the Forbidden Forest, a group of horsemen were running. When they saw this, they stopped and looked towards the sky.

"This is...the worst omen..."

In the North Tower of Hogwarts, a very thin lady with countless chains and beads hanging on her body was leaning on a chair, surrounded by a large number of empty sherry bottles, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, she sat up all of a sudden, her eyes widened, and only the whites of her eyes could be seen.

"Fear has come... Flames are falling from the sky... The entire magical world has been reduced to ruins... Countless people are crawling at his feet... He is just... ah!"

The woman suddenly let out a scream, and blood and tears poured out of her eyes, but she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep as if she didn't realize it.

……

From Jerry's perspective, the light curtain and black air surrounding him suddenly rose from the ground, rose into the sky, and was swallowed up by a group of black shadows lingering there!

This black shadow looks quite strange. You can't describe its shape, because its appearance changes every moment, and it overall presents a deep black color.

Use the night sky as the background, it is darker than the night sky; use the black screen as the background, it is darker than the curtain, its existence itself seems to be swallowing up the surrounding light.

A hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Great God...please enjoy the sacrifices I offer to you..."

Jerry followed the sound and found that the black energy formed by Voldemort had changed into the shape of a man, crawling on the ground.Next to him lay a shriveled corpse, with Quirrell's shadow barely visible in his brows.

"..."

Can anyone tell me what's going on?

The sight was cut off by the magic circle just now. After the magic circle disappeared, this scene appeared in front of us.

Quirrell's heroic words just now were still in his ears, but now his whole body felt cold.

But Jerry breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now Quirrell couldn't help but think that he had gained some extraordinary power.

Now it seems that it is nothing more than Voldemort's toy.

[...You have only let him go once with good intentions, but he is just a defeated general. How dare he show up in front of you?You feel angry and decide to teach him a profound lesson...]

[Skill acquired: Hum, want to escape (passive)]

[Hmph, want to escape: no one can escape in front of you!When attacking an enemy whose back is turned to you, your attack will have a lightning whirlwind special effect and cause a certain amount of killing damage to the enemy. 】

On the other side, after absorbing all the black energy, the black shadow in mid-air suddenly shrank into a small dot, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

He has white wings like an angel, but has the head of a night crow.He was wearing black and red armor, and his whole body exuded an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

Then, Jerry saw the other party slowly opening his eyes and looking towards him.

It was a pair of blood-like eyes, and Jerry felt his whole body become cold, and a bottomless fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

Totally unbeatable!It would be better to say that the two are not at the same level of existence at all!

"I am Andos, human being, are you the one who summoned me?"

Upon hearing this, Voldemort lowered his head.

Andros, the legendary demon god, is an angel with the head of a night raven, riding a black wolf and holding a sharp sword.Commanded thirty legions.

Even in the boundless abyss where strong men emerge, he is still ranked high.

Even if what appears in front of you is just a projection, no one in the current magic world can threaten it.

He couldn't do it in his heyday, and neither could Dumbledore!

"It's me, the great Lord Demon." Voldemort said humbly.

Andos narrowed his eyes slightly: "I remember your breath... Good luck boy, you came to the abyss once 50 years ago..."

"It's my honor to be remembered by you -" Voldemort said, "You have worked so hard here, but please enjoy the flesh and blood I prepared for you -"

Andos could see Voldemort's current state at a glance. He chuckled and looked at Jerry.

The vague aura of the abyss surrounding the young man immediately caught his attention.

"Huh?" He couldn't help but observe carefully.

[Touch of the Abyss: When someone stares at you, the abyss will also stare at him. 】

The scene in front of Andos's eyes completely changed.

It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood composed of countless indescribable corpses, and Andos even found a few familiar figures among them.

None of this frightened Andos. His attention was focused on a vague figure at the top of the corpse mountain.

And that figure seemed to have noticed something. He turned slightly sideways and glanced straight over with a pair of scarlet, emotionless eyes. Wherever he looked, everything turned into ashes——

"Huh ah ah ah ah!" Andos let out a miserable scream, and the sound waves spread out in circles.

The next moment, Voldemort was stunned to see that the domineering god with extremely majestic appearance had turned into ash starting from the soles of his feet.

"Your Highness, spare your life..."

Before he finished speaking, Andos' whole body was like a wisp of smoke, blown away in the air by the wind.