Hogwarts lazy snake

The blood at Quirrell's feet suddenly began to flow as if it were given life.

The dark red blood crawled on the ground like tiny poisonous snakes looking for prey.

Its flow rate became faster and faster, and soon a complex and mysterious pattern was formed on the ground. The pattern looked like some kind of ancient rune, emitting an unsettling aura.

Seeing this, Horn didn't care about his nosebleed, which was still dripping onto the ground. He quickly raised his wand and shouted, "Fire is blazing!"

A hot red flame shot out from the tip of his wand and flew towards the blood pattern on the ground.

The flames roared in the dim room like an angry fire dragon, scorching and distorting the air wherever it passed.

Dumbledore no longer cared about Harry. His eyes flashed, and he waved his wand lightly. A powerful blue flame gushed out of the wand.

The blue flame was different from ordinary flames. Its color was like the dark blue of the deep sea, and the dancing flame seemed to contain endless power.

The two flames, one red and one blue, rushed towards the blood pattern on the ground, and were about to burn the strange blood dry.

Seeing the two people performing magic, "Greed" had no intention of stopping them, and even had a hint of mocking smile on his face, as if all this was within his expectations.

Quirrell turned around slowly. His movements seemed a little stiff, like a puppet being controlled by something.

Then, he slowly took off the smelly turban on his head. The turban gave off a foul smell, as if it had not been washed for a long time.

Without hesitation, Quirrell threw the turban into the two flames.

Horne's eyes widened, and he had the honor of seeing the real face of that person for the first time. He saw that Voldemort's face was thin and pale, and his eyes were sunken in his eye sockets, revealing a kind of cold malice.

When Dumbledore saw the hairless and extremely ugly face on the back of Quirrell's head, his expression instantly became extremely solemn, and his eyes were full of shock and vigilance.

He involuntarily took a small step back and shouted in a low and calm voice: "Tom, it's you. I knew it wouldn't be so easy for you to disappear from this world."

When Voldemort heard his name being called, he let out a shrill laugh: "Hahaha, Dumbledore, yes, I'm back, I'm back from hell with terror."

His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, cold and full of hatred.

Dumbledore held his wand tightly, without any fear in his eyes, and responded calmly: "Tom, yes, you are back."

Voldemort snorted disdainfully: "Old man, you are still so naive. Look at what you look like now, and you still want to stop me?"

At this moment, Voldemort waved his wand, and a black protective defensive magic shot out from the tip of his wand.

The magic was like a wall of darkness, emitting a chilling aura.

It flew towards the opponent's two fire magics and soon collided with each other.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, strong light and energy fluctuations erupted from the place where the flame and dark magic collided.

The red and blue flames burned wildly on the black defensive magic, trying to break through this line of defense, while the black defensive magic was like a tenacious fortress, resisting the invasion of flames.

The air around them was blown all over the place by this powerful force. Horn and Dumbledore had to keep their bodies steady to avoid being knocked over by this force.

Seeing this, Horn said to the boiled egg Voldemort: "You are Voldemort? You are that one?"

Horn's eyes suddenly widened, full of amazement and admiration, and his mouth opened slightly, as if he was so shocked by the scene that he lost the ability to speak.

After a long while, he finally spoke, stammering.

"You... You are Lord Voldemort? Oh, Merlin's beard, I never dared to imagine that one day I would be able to admire your face so closely."

Horn's body trembled involuntarily, not because of fear, but because of irrepressible excitement and admiration.

"Dumbledore, look at the students you taught. In your Hogwarts, under your so-called education full of love and justice, there are still students who can recognize who is the real strong person worth following."

"Your teachings about love and courage are so pale and powerless in the face of true power."

Suddenly hearing Horn say this, Voldemort stared at Dumbledore with a cruel smile on his face. He said:

"You thought you could plant the seeds of hatred for me in a young mind, but you failed. This child knows that this world will eventually belong to me, and your protection is only delaying an inevitable end."

He might also say, "Dumbledore, you always think you have the moral high ground, but this child sees greatness in me."

"Isn't this the biggest irony of your pedantic education? Your Hogwarts is nothing more than training some subjects who will submit to me in the future."

Dumbledore was also a little stunned by Horn's appearance. What was he doing? Are you Tom, a fan of Voldemort?

Although you are a Slytherin student, I feel that you have always been in Slytherin but your heart is in Gryffindor!

"Horn, you!??"

But I still couldn't help but shout out his name.

A smug sneer would appear on Voldemort's pale and almost skull-like face, and his thin lips would rise slightly, revealing a mouthful of jagged teeth.

There would be a glimmer of cruel pleasure in his narrow eyes, like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the feeling of being worshipped.

He raised his bony hand slightly, shaking his fingers gently, as if to show a gesture of congratulation to Horn.

His body still maintained that upright and oppressive posture, his black robe fluttering gently around him, like dark clouds surrounding his dark core.

"You have some vision, little one. In a world full of fools, you can recognize my greatness, which may earn you a place in the new order I am about to establish."

"Your worship is so cheap, but if you can prove your worth, maybe I will consider letting you live with me for a while longer."

Horn was very respectful when he heard Voldemort's words, and he withdrew his fire magic:

"My lord, your name is like thunder in the darkness, echoing in the magical world. I have heard countless stories of yours, each of which is like a great epic. Your fight against those decadent traditions and your endless pursuit of power make you like a god."

"So you say, you say, I will definitely help you. I will help you right away."

As he spoke, Horn, as if eager to show his loyalty, trotted towards the fallen figure, looking like a loyal servant eager to serve his master.