Harry Potter and the Rebirth

It is definitely not that simple for someone to become a dark lord, even if he has torn his soul into pieces.

His best option now is to carry out the original plan, use the Imperius Curse to control the professor, and then erase his memory. The worst option is to make this person stupid or make him disappear.

Voldemort looked at him with an evaluating look in his eyes, which made Quirrell feel a little creepy. If his guess was correct, this person was the one he had been looking for for a long time.

Seeing Voldemort on full alert, looking at him tentatively and warily, Quirrell secretly cried out inwardly, he was almost controlled by Voldemort just now, as long as he was hardened a little, he would know everything. Quirrell was sweating profusely, he was afraid of Dumbledore, so don't expect him to be brave against Voldemort.

The idea of ​​catching him and making a contribution suddenly disappeared. It would be better to leave this matter to Dumbledore or his master.

Qi Luo took a few steps back, and the wand in his hand kept following Voldemort closely.

Voldemort originally planned to end the battle quickly, or in other words, encountering Quirrell was a later step in his plan. He was now on the eighth floor, very close to Dumbledore's office, but he heard that the old man had gone out and had not returned for a long time.

The two of them were in a stalemate. Quirrell was alert to the possible spells of the silencing wand around him and cast an armor to protect himself. Voldemort stared at Quirrell's head and the barrier around him, wanting to continue with his plan.

Quirrell was becoming more and more relaxed, while Voldemort was sweating profusely. The longer he stayed, the less beneficial it would be for him.

Ding ding ding, after hearing the footsteps, Voldemort acted decisively, and while Quirrell was attracted by the footsteps, he cast a Stunning Spell on Quirrell silently. He relaxed for a moment, and the defensive spell had a loophole, so Quirrell was hit, and lay softly on the ground. His last consciousness was still a little regretful. He fell into the hands of such a big devil, and I think he would not have a good end.

Voldemort looked at Quirrell who was lying on the ground with a smug look on his face. Although he could not kill him or control him now, he could make him disappear for a period of time and control him during that time, just like he controlled the previous Quirrell.

We have to take advantage of this time to drag him away. Since Apparate is not allowed in Hogwarts, he can just stay in the Forbidden Forest.

This is what Voldemort thought and planned to do. He planned to put Harry's matter aside and solve the most pressing problem first.

"What a pity, Mr. Voldemort, I think you may have to change your plans a little."

Voldemort felt something hard pressing against his waist. He turned around stiffly and felt his body suddenly become cold. The strange figure lying on the ground gradually disappeared.

The footsteps were getting closer. It was Filch and his kitten. For some reason, they were patrolling on the eighth floor. Looking at the administrator getting closer and closer, Voldemort had an evil idea in his mind. He could also find another person to control, or use as a handle to blackmail him.

Seeing this person getting closer and closer, Voldemort secretly rejoiced. Harry took the initiative and cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm around him, hoping that this spell would be effective against Mr. Filch.

The reality was developing just as Harry had expected. Filch seemed to have remembered something urgent and hurried away with Mrs. Rawles, who was meowing loudly. He scratched his head as he walked, "What urgent matter did I have?"

Harry was very surprised. He accidentally discovered something he had never known before. But now was not the time to be happy. He floated up, and the crazy magic in his body sprayed out from under his feet and hit the ground, forming an upward reaction force to support Harry's movement. (Human Jet Plane)

Voldemort glanced at Harry in surprise and sighed. Although he wanted to do something to Harry, the inexplicable restrictions did not allow him to do so. Even if he cast a spell in front of him, he could not do so. That was why he let him point his wand at him and did not move. Voldemort wanted to disgust Harry, so he used his lifelong acting skills and hid some of the pampering he learned from his Muggle memories in his eyes.

This emotion did not last even a second in his eyes before Voldemort vomited because of his own disgust.

He bent down, as if someone had dug a finger into his throat. I am Voldemort, and I would rather die in such a disgusting way.

He straightened his back.

Harry didn't care about Voldemort's twists and turns. He had finally caught him. The new favor and old hatred were almost overwhelmed him. He thought of several different ways to die.

Although he was also curious about why he listened to him so obediently, that was not the point now. He pointed his wand at Voldemort and brought him to the door of the Room of Requirement.

Looking at this familiar place, Voldemort's heart began to beat rapidly. He was worried and afraid. Did Harry already discover the Horcrux he had hidden here?

He suddenly wanted to attack Harry, but the immediate pain warned him that death would definitely come faster than he could attack.

Voldemort obediently followed Harry into the Room of Requirement, and as soon as he entered the house, a cold wind suddenly blew, and Harry wanted to cast a warming spell on himself. The house suddenly became different.

The space inside was slightly twisted, with half of it being a storage room filled with things that previous students had hidden in this room, including various exercises, workbooks, smelly socks, flying brooms, worn wizard hats, desks with broken legs, some iron utensils, and even a pile of moldy food.

Harry's head ached. This place looked so familiar! Was he supposed to do something? Or was there something different going on in this place?

Bai You noticed something was wrong with Harry. He flipped through the extracted memories and saw some interesting scenes.

Harry also came closer, trying to see something from the blurry ball of light. The girl bent down slightly, her black hair falling down like a waterfall, blocking one side of her face. There was a strand of hair on her rosy lips, which she pursed unconsciously.

Bai You turned his head to take a look, his Adam's apple sliding downwards slightly. Ever since he used a spell to hit Harry last time, the number of their conversations had decreased. Usually, the two of them just kept a distance from each other, living in peace.

Bai You suppressed the throbbing in his heart and stayed away from Harry. He covered the ball of light with his hands, and after he saw clearly what he wanted to know, he stuffed it back into another space.