This Hogwarts is not normal

Harry Potter was the only one who could live under the Killing Curse.

Today, there is one more person.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, Vincent, who was hurting from the fall, opened his eyes and found that the Gryffindor sword in his hand was already rusty.

It looked like it was useless, but the rust on the sterling silver sword was disappearing little by little.

It seemed that the silver shield was responsible for blocking the Killing Curse.

He turned his eyes to Voldemort.

"Now, tell me.

Where is my Philosopher's Stone. "

The secret of the sorting hat is known only to Hermione and him.

Cedric stepped forward without hands shaking, "I know where it is!"

Voldemort smiled, "Tell me, boy.

As long as you help me find it, I can bring Diggory back to the Holy 28 family. "

"Thank you, the Dark Lord, for your appreciation." Cedric tried to appear as nonthreatening as possible.

"I have long since disliked Wayne.

so--"

He raised his wand very quickly, "Disarm!"

Voldemort, whose smile froze, let the Disarming Curse hit his chest.

"The Diggory family will perish because of your foolish choices."

Cedric had no fear on his face.

Because of the spiral staircase, only a few blood-stained stones remained.

Voldemort, not knowing this, sneered, and raised his yew wand very slowly.

He wanted to use this method to bring the greatest fear to this fair and clean boy.

However, the twins and Rolf, who had someone in the family who had fought against the Dark Lord, were not afraid, nor was Cedric, who was trembling at first.

"Stupid belief." Voldemort steadied his wand wearily, with disdain in his eyes.

"In the face of death, everyone is equal.

And I am Voldemort flying from death! "

Green light shone on the faces of the four, and also on the Gryffindor sword that had lost most of its rust.

"You actually—" Voldemort turned his head and saw Vincent whose face was covered in blood.

The sword he was holding swung across sideways, slashing at the top of the black robe.

The goblin weapon can absorb and enhance its own characteristics, instantly pulling Voldemort's ugly face together.

"You are too arrogant!" Vincent cut hard.

Quirrell's body is split in half.

The incision on the upper body was surrounded by black mist, while the lower body was withering little by little.

The Gryffindor sword that absorbed the Killing Curse already has the ability to bring death.

"Damn Mudblood!" Voldemort floated into the sky, "Avada Kedavra!"

Vincent raised his sword blade and slashed at the green lightning that was shooting from the bottom up.

The Killing Curse was cut in half and struck at his feet.

Including the portraits of previous principals, everyone who witnessed this scene was surprised.

"It would be great if I had learned swordsmanship." He flicked the sword vigorously, shaking off all the rust on it.

Voldemort narrowed his snake-like eyes.

Muggle-born, Muggle weapons, Muggle-like inelegant fighting style.

Such a little wizard, in the past, he only needed to move his fingers, and the other party had already fallen in front of him.

The Dark Lord was furious.

Not to mention the repeated sneak attacks, they still used legendary equipment.

"You managed to piss me off, Vincent Wayne."

Voldemort raised his left hand made of black mist, "Whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, the surname Wayne will no longer exist!"

With a "bang", the tower where the principal's office was located was illuminated like daylight.

The lightning and thunder outside the castle seemed to announce the establishment of the Dark Lord's oath.

"Dude, are you really okay?" On such a serious occasion, George pointed to Vincent's back.

Fred also interjected, "Seriously, do you want to go to the second floor to find Madam Pomfrey first?"

"I think so too." Vincent held the hilt of his sword with both hands, "But I always feel that the college points are not enough~"

The blood on the school robe that was cut open on his back had already dried up and scabbed.

But compared with Voldemort who lost his lower body, this injury is considered minor.

"Remember that blinding spell?"

The twins would smile heartily.

"Fluorescent Blind—"

Two extremely eye-catching and bright lights shone from below, causing Voldemort to half-close his eyes.

It was a feint, he knew it very well.

But in the case where ordinary spells don't work, the possibility of hurting him is basically zero.

fly?Few in the wizarding world can fly magic.

When he looked down with great disdain, he discovered that Vincent was stepping on a stone pillar that kept rising.

The time the twins bought, Cedric and Rove performed the Transfiguration together.

Such a perfect cooperation made Voldemort's complexion even uglier.

Black Mist's left hand wrapped the silver blade of Gryffindor's sword.

The moment he raised his wand and was about to use the Killing Curse again, he unexpectedly sensed movement from the principal's office above his head.

This is a not very powerful stun spell with a very clear direction.

The bright bald head was hit.

Even if it was a very brief faint, the black mist that wrapped the sword was no longer as solid as before.

Vincent chopped off the palm holding the yew wand with loose black mist.

"Damn Mudblood!!!"

After the deafening roar, Voldemort fell as if he had lost his support.

"We won?" The twins dropped their wands.

"Impossible." Cedric did not dare to relax.

Rove was about to go over to make up the knife, when a large group of irregular black mist floated out.

Vincent on the top of the stone pillar was so frightened that he raised his sword and slashed over.

But the black mist seemed to have no substance, and the silver sword directly passed through the middle.

"Ho ho ho ho—" A cold laugh came from Voldemort's mouth.

The black mist connected with the yew wand could not be disconnected even though the four people below used various spells.

"I have to admit, you're more of a threat than Harry Potter—"

The black mist that enveloped Voldemort turned into an illusory figure.

The five people who sensed the end of the effect of the potion didn't feel anything.

As for Vincent, who was facing this fearful pressure, his forehead was covered with fine sweat unknowingly.

The state of neither human nor ghost is so strong, it is hard for him to imagine how strong his strength will be after being fully resurrected.

"Vincent Wayne, I shouldn't have treated you like a child."

Voldemort did not choose the Killing Curse this time, but used black mist to construct a ferocious snake and bit it.

"Goooo—" Vincent held up the Gryffindor sword, showing not even a trace of fear.

"Merlin bless—"

His inner prayers seemed to work.

A piece of red flame blocked the attack for him.

"Well done, boys!"

After the flames and the serpent were annihilated, Dumbledore appeared on the stone pillar.

He put his hand on Vincent's shoulder.

"Your courage is far greater than mine, Vincent."

"Professor be careful!"

Dumbledore raised his elder wand, and the black mist that had turned into serpents stopped.

"Long time no see, Tom."

Voldemort didn't reply, but smashed down a huge amount of black mist.

Under the elder wand, Vincent could clearly see a small cloud of black mist drifting towards the windows of the tower.

And in it, it seems that a magic wand can be vaguely seen.

Ran?

When Voldemort saw Dumbledore appear, he ran faster than Goo Goo's biscuit.

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