Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Harry had no idea of ​​the twists and turns in Bai You's mind. He didn't think that his blind threats could really make Voldemort obedient. Now it seemed that this control ability was similar to Draco's.

"What are you doing here?"

“I…” Voldemort felt very awkward now. His dignity as a demon would not allow him to just bow down to someone, especially a child who had once trembled in fear under his hands. However, there was always a voice in his heart telling him to respect his master.

Seeing Voldemort remain silent, the rage that Harry had just suppressed in his heart suddenly burst out, and all the past repression, pain, struggle and tears drowned him.

This made him raise his wand, "Invisible Strike!" Harry shouted loudly, using all the magic power in his body to send out multiple beams of light. Voldemort wanted to dodge, but the inexplicable force restricted him. He wanted to fight back, but his sixth sense told him that if he fought back, the pain would be more powerful than the pain of the spell itself.

He watched helplessly, despairingly, as the knife-like curse scraped fiercely on his skin, leaving one cut after another that went deep into his bone marrow.

Yes, this is not his body, this is a Muggle's body. An idea came to Voldemort's mind, which could make Harry's soul unstable. The backlash brought about by this idea, combined with the pain caused by the invisible sword scraping his body, greatly stimulated Voldemort.

"Stop! Harry, I told you to stop." Gryffindor roared in Harry's mind. He could also see what was happening around Harry and communicate with him.

From Harry's perspective, he saw the man lying on the ground, weak but still unruly.

Just now Harry's soul was shaken, and the space he was in also shook.

Harry calmed down. He looked at Voldemort lying in a pool of blood, his clothes torn to pieces and his torn body. Harry realized that as long as Voldemort stayed in this Muggle's body for one more day, Harry would be powerless against him.

He cast a counter-curse of invisible force on Voldemort to quickly heal the wounds on his body, cleaned the bloodstains on the ground, sewed up his clothes, and tied him to a stool.

Now there is nothing he can do to him.

The two people here were stuck in another kind of stalemate.

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, was awakened by the licking of a cat's tongue. The Disillusionment Curse on him had not yet been lifted. Filch only saw his kitten licking the air. He picked it up with heartache.

It was just that when he picked her up, he felt his fingers touching something cold, but this feeling immediately disappeared like the millions of thoughts he usually had, and did not attract his special attention.

Yes, Filch was back again. He remembered that he had gone to the office on the 8th floor for something. He came to see Headmaster Dumbledore. He had some precautions that the headmaster needed to announce to the students, but the little wizards didn't listen to what he said.

So he came back in a hurry.

But for some reason his own kitten kept running over here.

Quirrell woke up, but he wished he was still asleep. He found himself lying on the cold floor, and his cheeks were still wet. He looked up and saw Filch's face. He asked, "Is there anything more embarrassing than this situation?"

Quirrell didn't know he was under a Disillusionment Charm, but he soon came to his senses. Didn't Voldemort just cast a Stunning Charm on him? Why did he just leave him on the floor? Wasn't he afraid that he would tell Dumbledore?

No, he had to quickly tell his master the fact that Voldemort had come to Hogwarts.

He propped himself up and stood up.

He was about to go back, but before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something and turned around to say something to Filch.

Filch also heard the crunching noise in front of him. He hugged his cat in fear and took a few steps back. "Who is it? Peeves, is that you?"

"Uh", can't he see him? Qi Luo wondered in his heart, he focused his attention on his body and found that there was a cool membrane flowing constantly.

Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief. He was sure that there must be someone else who had come. What a good person!

He tiptoed past Filch, bringing up a gust of cool breeze. With his many years of experience fighting young wizards, Filch plucked up his courage and grabbed Quirrell who was moving next to him.

"Hey! Which college are you from? Shouldn't you be in class at this time? Why are you here making trouble?" Filch was very happy, but he soon became unhappy.

Quirrell reluctantly lifted the Disillusionment Spell, revealing a depressed face. Looking at the professor in front of him, Filch choked. What kind of magical habit is this? Do you like to make yourself invisible and then sleep on the floor? Isn't he afraid of being stepped on by the little wizard?

Let’s not talk about how embarrassed Qi Luo is right now.

Harry has no way to deal with Voldemort now. The Horcruxes have forgotten where they are hidden. If he is killed, he will refuse to leave this Muggle body. If he is tortured, how can he tell Harry where he put the Horcruxes?

Harry was tired of standing, so he conjured up a light green sofa and collapsed on it again.

Voldemort looked at Harry's lazy appearance, and his heart was full of anger. What did he mean by this? Did he look down on him?

"Where is your Horcrux hidden?" Harry asked helplessly.

Voldemort was not surprised that Harry knew these things. In his eyes, the mysterious space in Harry's head was omnipotent and it was not surprising that he knew everything. This was also the reason why he sneaked into Hogwarts.

He wanted to move his things before Harry turned his attention to the Horcruxes, so he had moved the golden cup hidden in the vault and the Resurrection Stone hidden in the cottage to a place no one knew except him. But who would have expected that he would meet Harry who had gone ahead on his way to the Room of Requirement.

"Both of my Horcruxes are in you." Voldemort spoke the truth, choking Harry half to death. "If you want to destroy me, why don't you commit suicide?" Voldemort endured the severe pain in his heart and smiled as he stabbed Harry again.

Seeing that he really had no ability to compete with Harry now, Voldemort's mind turned slightly, and he picked up his original idea again. How about entering Harry's mind again and seeing if he could go in and take away some of his current power.

The magical space he entered could completely confine him. He could now follow Harry and find a chance to go in, or to understand it, to see if he could use it for himself. This was definitely more powerful than the Philosopher's Stone, the Invisibility Cloak, and the Elder Wand.