Hogwarts: I have the Kamui Sharingan

Not only did Voldemort not feel impatient with Zhang Xun's gesture, but he looked even more appreciative of it.

"What an interesting kid. I seem to see my younger self in you, but if you want to scare me with that old man who should have died long ago, you will be disappointed."

He withdrew his wand completely and assumed a non-threatening posture.

But Zhang Xun will not be careless about mental illness. Who knows what is going on in his mind.In later generations, there have been various analyzes of "Harry Potter" and different opinions, but the evaluation of Voldemort is all about the psychopathic leader of a terrorist organization.

So after hearing Voldemort's words, Zhang Xun not only did not let go of the wand, but instead held it tighter. He thought about ways in which he could escape and stalled for time.

"Professor, if your purpose is to come to me and say these incomprehensible things, I think you might as well explain to me your understanding of magic. I understand that this is the gap between me and the truly powerful."

Voldemort narrowed his snake eyes slightly, and his hoarse voice was like a poisonous snake preparing to hunt for food, "Such a smart boy, we have similar experiences, don't we?"

"And looking at you who are so outstanding, I can't bear to do anything to you."

Believe it or not!Zhang Xun would not put his life in the hands of others. He shook the wand quickly, ignoring the stinging pain in his mind again, and cast out the long-prepared spell, "Samadhi True Fire!"

An orange-red flame cage formed around Voldemort, trapping him tightly.Zhang Xun breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing the power of this spell, he had wanted to test it for a long time, but he didn't know whether it could be worth the price he just paid.

But when Zhang Xun looked through the gap between the cages, he saw a pale snake face grinning towards him.

Is he smiling?

Without Voldemort using his wand, he suddenly turned into a plume of black smoke and flew out of the flame cage, and quickly rushed towards Zhang Xun.Zhang Xun hurriedly used the Iron Armor Curse to try to block the black smoke turned by Voldemort.

But the tried-and-true Iron Armor Curse was useless in front of the wisp of black smoke, and it enveloped Zhang Xun in an instant.In the dimness, a flat snake face suddenly appeared and stuck in front of Zhang Xun. Voldemort looked at Zhang Xun's scarlet eyes, the greed in the snake's eyes could no longer be concealed.

"These eyes are so beautiful, aren't they? It's a pity that they will be mine soon!"

The wisp of black smoke was divided into two wisps, one wisp entered Zhang Xun's mind, and the other turned into Professor Quirrell who fell to the ground and was unconscious.Quirrell's body, already overstretched by Voldemort, was obviously overwhelmed. His face was as white as paper, he was foaming at the mouth, and he fell to the ground and twitched from time to time.

Zhang Xun no longer had the time to pay attention to Quirrell's life and death, but was "looking" in his mind at Voldemort's soul trying to break in against the ownerless dark spiritual power surrounding his mind.

For a long time, unable to break through the black mental power on the periphery of Zhang Xun's mind, Voldemort was circling around anxiously, shouting that he should be damned. He looked at Zhang Xun from a distance through this mass of mental power, as if he could see through it.

"Obviously, such a delicious soul is right in front of me, but I can't enjoy it. What a pity."

"Xun, it's true that we are on the same road. The dark energy in your soul is not inferior to mine. It's amazing. How did you kill so many people at such a young age without letting that stupid old hat find out? What about?"

After Voldemort finished speaking, he regretfully prepared to leave Zhang Xun's mind, but Zhang Xun would not let him go so easily. For the first time, he took the initiative to leave the protection of the black spiritual power and launched an attack with his soul!

If Zhang Xun's soul is a hard diamond, Voldemort's miserable soul is as thin as a pool of sewage.If it weren't for the astonishing greed and murderous intent in the dim yellow snake eyes on the soul's head, Zhang Xun might not have been able to discover that it was a soul.

He gathered a ball of soul power, and after the transformation of the Sharingan, it formed a spear and stabbed Voldemort's soul hard. Voldemort's already dim soul became more transparent and turned into a ball of black smoke quickly. Escape from Zhang Xun's mind.

This wisp penetrated into the body of Quirrell, who was lying on the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead. Quirrell's face lying on the ground was once again replaced by Voldemort's ugly face.

He cursed, "What a loser. He can't even bear the great soul of the Dark Lord."

Just like this, you are killing people in front of Zhang Xun, and you also want to recruit him?Zhang Xun wasn't just pretending, but he really looked down on this idiot. He still wanted to fight against the wily Dumbledore with his little intelligence?If you can really make something happen, it won't hurt to work with you.

Zhang Xunzhen wondered if those purebloods had lost their minds due to intermarriage within the clan, so they chose such a person to be their leader.

Voldemort climbed up with difficulty and stared hard at Zhang Xun who had caused harm to his soul, "Xun, I underestimated you. It seems that your research on souls is not inferior to mine."

Zhang Xun bowed gracefully in greeting, and after heaving a deep breath, Zhang Xun now only felt that his thoughts were clear, "Professor, you are overestimating me. Zhang Xun still needs to learn a lot on the path of magic."

Voldemort, who originally thought he was about to abandon this weak body, was a little surprised when he heard Zhang Xun's words. He looked at Zhang Xun doubtfully, "Don't you want to kill me? Just like I want to kill you."

Zhang Xun laughed as if he heard some big joke. He didn't stop until the murderous intent and fierce light in Voldemort's eyes had almost solidified, "No, no, no, I'm very grateful for your generous teaching to me tonight. And Why would I want to kill you?"

He added in his mind, I will kill you idiot now. Isn't Harry an inexperienced baby?What will I do if Professor Dumbledore troubles me?

And others don’t know. I don’t know how many Horcruxes you, the pervert, have made. I won’t be in a hurry to kill you, pathetic Riddle.

Zhang Xun kept his face elegant. He even came to Voldemort's side and made a gesture of supporting Voldemort. He greeted the panting Voldemort with feigned concern, "Professor, do you need me to help you get back to the office? I think now Your body may no longer be able to support your reckless behavior."

Voldemort's face flashed unnaturally. He understood the threat in Zhang Xun's words. The magic power obtained by sucking the blood of magical creatures in Quirrell's body has been squandered by him, and the waves from his soul The pain made him want to go crazy!Tonight, I was originally planning to obtain Zhang Xun's alluring soul as a supplement to his soul power, but I didn't expect that I would lose the rice by stealing the chicken.

He didn't know why Zhang Xun didn't take the opportunity to kill them all, but he had a more important goal in Hogwarts and he didn't want to give up on the conspiracy and arrangement he had been planning for more than half a year.

He suppressed the killing intent and anger in his heart, let himself remember this oriental face firmly, and used a gentle voice that he could hardly remember, "No, it's not too late now, the little wizard needs to have a good rest. I won’t bother you to send it to me.”

Zhang Xun, who was just pretending, could not really send Voldemort back. In the eyes of others, he might be considered a good student who respected his teachers, but in front of Professor Dumbledore, who knew Voldemort's situation well, he could only You will think that the two of them are already in cahoots.

He took a step back and pointed his wand at himself again. He used some of the less harmful black magic he learned from Voldemort during the initial fight to add more damage to the exquisitely crafted wizard robe. Zhang Xun's eyes flashed. A distressed look.

This is the wizard robe made by Tailor Dai himself!As for Tailor Dai, a well-known clothing boss in the Chinese magic world, Zhang Xun wouldn't even be able to buy Tailor Dai's remaining piece of cloth if he didn't have a background in Tianshi Dao!

Zhang Xun secretly remembered this debt on Voldemort's head, and finally gritted his teeth and struck another curse on his left arm, causing a medium-deep wound to appear on his left arm.

Zhang Xun smiled and looked at Voldemort, who was stunned by his operation, "Professor, please don't worry about it. After all, I don't want Professor Dumbledore to misunderstand our relationship."

Voldemort, who finally understood what was going on, looked at the elegant boy in front of him, but he knew very well that this boy had peeled off his skin and his heart was completely black!

He appreciates Zhang Xun more and more. At this moment, his smile is no longer stiff, and he sincerely invites Zhang Xun, "Xun Zhang, I appreciate you more and more now. You are worthy of the great Dark Lord inviting you to join the Food Army again." Dead Apostle."

"Oh? Are Death Eaters very strong? Or are you, Professor, very strong?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Zhang Xun's lips. He bowed slightly and left the Room of Requirement without looking back.

Voldemort looked at Zhang Xun's leaving figure angrily, and shouted: "How dare you! How dare you refuse the invitation from the great Dark Lord!"