The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

After returning to Hogwarts from Hagrid's cabin, Harry kept looking a little dazed and kept mumbling to himself:

"We must stop him! We must go to Dumbledore!"

Cassandra looked at Harley with some worry: "Harry, are you really okay? Why don't we go back to the common room and take a rest?"

"Don't you understand yet? Cassandra!"

Harley's emotions were extremely strong and she spoke very fast, "He was the one who hurt the unicorn, and he was the one who sold the Hagrid egg. His goal has always been the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Cassandra was a little annoyed:

"Who understands what you say?"

She didn't understand who Harry was talking about. Who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone?

But Hermione reacted faster than anyone else. She took Harry's hand:

"Harry, come with me!"

"Where to go?"

"The Room of Requirement!"

The scar on Harley's forehead felt stinging, and the special feeling became stronger and stronger. The severe pain made her almost faint. She even had to rely on the support of Hermione and Cassandra to barely reach the eighth floor and open the door to the Room of Requirement.

Hermione helped Harry sit down and shouted anxiously:

"Ash! Shiroko! Setsuna! Everyone is fine, please help!"

Bai Zi and Setsuna ran out of the breeding house, each of them holding a small dragon in their hands.

Bai Zi handed the light golden dragon to Setsuna and whispered:

"Settlement, you look at them, I'll go find the master."

Setsuna nodded obediently, and Bai Zi took the opportunity to run to the second floor and enter the room behind the statue.

There were no extra decorations in the room, just a black cabinet, and Ash wasn't here either. Bai Zi quickly walked to the cupboard, opened the cupboard door, walked in, and then closed the door!

Snapped!

Pushing the door open again, she was no longer in the Room of Requirement, but appeared in an empty hall. The ceiling height of the hall is at least ten meters, and the floor and walls are made of some kind of smooth metal-like material.

The black cabinet was placed in the center of the hall, with a giant wolf guarding it at the front and back. When the cabinet door opened, they immediately arched their backs in an attack posture, but when they discovered that it was Bai Zi who came out, they relaxed their vigilance slightly.

Bai Zi left the hall with ease and trotted to a side hall.

The side hall is no different from the main hall, except that it is slightly smaller and blocked by a double door in the middle. Ash was inside, standing in front of an 'operating table'. On the table was a ragged wizard with a haggard face, who was crying and begging for mercy.

"Master, Harley and the others are looking for you." Bai Zi said softly.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Ash immediately put down what he was doing, raised his wand and struck the wizard on the stage.

Due to the need to guard against Voldemort poaching unicorns at night, Ash had to move his research to daytime, which forced him to frequently travel back and forth between Hogwarts and Doyle's grave in Czech.

Fortunately, Ash had the Vanishing Cabinet in hand, so this round trip was not troublesome, but very fast and extremely hidden.

Upon returning to the Room of Requirement, Ash saw Harley lying on the bed in the guest room, and Cassander was handing her a towel wrapped in ice.

"What's going on?" Ash asked with a frown.

Hermione, who was waiting at the door to greet her, explained in a low voice:

"We were drinking tea in Hagrid's hut, and Harry's scar suddenly hurt..."

When she said this, Ash immediately understood what was going on and immediately said:

"Hermione, Cassandra, you go out first."

After the two of them left the room, Ash sat on the edge of the bed and whispered:

"Harry, is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Ash."

Harley grabbed Ash's arm nervously, looking extremely flustered, "It's Voldemort! Voldemort is back! I know this sounds unbelievable, and even Cassandra thinks I'm talking nonsense, but, but... Please believe me!"

The girl's tone was full of pleading. She was now like a little girl isolated from the whole world, weak, pitiful and helpless.

"It's okay, you can speak slowly."

Ash stroked the girl's long hair, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, "I believe you, Cassandra and Hermione also believe you, they are just a little worried about you."

"me……"

Under Ash's comfort, Harley's emotions calmed down slightly, but her voice was still intermittent, "Ash, do you remember the dark wizard who stopped in the Forbidden Forest?"

Ash nodded gently and said solemnly:

"Of course I remember, that is a very powerful dark wizard!"

"That's Voldemort!"

Harley's tone was full of fear, "My scar keeps hurting, like it's on fire. This has never happened before! I, I saw him..."

Ash frowned and immediately asked:

"what did you see?"

The girl's body was trembling slightly, and even her voice had a tremor:

"I saw him lying on the unicorn, with silvery white blood dripping from the corner of his mouth..."

"Fate?"

Ash felt a little sad in her heart. As the prophesied 'savior', she and Voldemort had always had some kind of connection, thanks to Harley's scar. In other words, thanks to the soul fragments that Voldemort accidentally left in her body.

Even though Harley had never had direct contact with Voldemort due to his interference, 'fate' still connected her with Voldemort invisibly, allowing her to see part of what Voldemort had experienced.

And it all started with a prophecy uttered by a drunken mad woman.

Although it sounds absurd, at least in the wizarding world, 'fatalism' is established.

No wizard would doubt the truth of 'fatalism', not even Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Therefore, Dumbledore firmly believed that Harley could defeat Voldemort, and Voldemort also firmly believed that Harley would be his old enemy.

And all this is just because of a prophecy made by Trelawney.

Although it sounds a little unreliable, looks even more unreliable, and even feels outrageous no matter how you think about it, this is the fact.

Over the past thousands of years, the wizarding world has successfully predicted many things, including World War I and World War II, as well as the explosion of the atomic bomb, and almost every prediction was accompanied by the occurrence of major events.

For example, the prophecies about World War II and the atomic bomb explosion came from Grindelwald, and his interpretation of this prophecy was that Muggles would start a war and destroy the world, so wizards must create a wizard to rule Muggles before they destroy them. The world of melons.

The vast majority of wizards firmly believe in this prophecy, which has also given Grindelwald a large number of supporters.

I have to say that the wizarding world is so unreasonable sometimes.

Ash gathered his thoughts, touched the girl's hair, and said warmly:

"Harry, I will stop him, I promise."

"But for now, I think you need some rest."

It wasn't until Harley fell asleep that Ash took out his arm and quietly left the room.

Cassandra and Hermione, who had been waiting anxiously, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that Harry had fallen asleep.

Hermione asked hesitantly:

"Ash, do you want to tell Dumbledore about this?"

Ash shook his head:

"Dumbledore is not at school and won't be back until tomorrow."

"What a coincidence?" Hermione couldn't help shouting.

Ash pressed the girl's head and warned seriously:

"Don't worry, I'll handle the rest. But no matter what happens tonight, you don't leave the common room, understand? And, Hermione, don't go back to the Gryffindor common room tonight, go and talk to Cassandra and the others will stay one night, remember to keep an eye on Harley and don’t let her run around.”

Hermione and Cassandra looked at each other and nodded heavily.

——

"ah!"

Late at night, Harley was awakened by another nightmare, this time more realistic and frightening to her.

Unconsciously, her cold sweat had completely wet the bed.

Hermione, who had not fallen asleep, looked at her worriedly:

"Harry, are you having nightmares again?"

Harley was extremely excited: "No, that's not a dream! That's real!"

"What did you see?" Cassandra couldn't help but ask.

There were tears in Harley's eyes, and her voice was trembling:

"It's Voldemort, and Ash! I saw him attacking with the death curse..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and her eyes were aggrieved and frightened. Why? Why did Ash attack her with the Killing Curse?

"Korean Curse?!"

Cassandra exclaimed, and Hermione became a little uneasy.

That's a death curse!

Voldemort is attacking Ash with the Death Curse? Can he escape?

Although this is just a dream, what if it is true?

"I want to go to him... I want to ask him for answers..." Harley's body was still trembling slightly. Although there was still lingering fear and pain in her eyes, there seemed to be some kind of belief in her eyes. Supporting her.

Hermione hurriedly lifted the quilt. Harry thought she was trying to stop him, but he found Hermione looking through her suitcase.

"What are you looking for?"

"Invisibility Cloak! We can't get there without the Invisibility Cloak! Harley, what are you waiting for? Ash is in danger, we have to get there quickly!"

"Well……"

Harley silently took out the folded invisibility cloak from under the quilt, and Cassandra's eyes were a little weird:

"Harry, did you plan to go alone without telling me at first?"

"I..." Harley wanted to say that she was just in case, but the uneasiness inside made it difficult for her to speak.

Although both Hermione and Cassandra were a little angry, now was not the time to dwell on this.

They put on the invisibility cloak and walked along the stairs to the corridor on the fourth floor. The locked door was even half-open at this time!

Harley carefully pushed open the old wooden door, fearing that the creaking sound of the door would wake up the monster inside. The three-headed dog was sleeping on the ground. There was a magic harp at his feet, playing music automatically.

Harry wanted to go straight to the trap door under the three-headed dog, but Hermione stopped him in a low voice:

"Wait a minute, it will wake up as soon as the music stops. I don't think someone who wants to steal the magic stone will let the music keep playing..."

Before she could finish her words, the music stopped abruptly.

The three-headed dog woke up immediately and let out a low bark.

This startled Harry, but Hermione was prepared. She took out a small music box from her pocket and opened it. Sweet music came from the music box, and the three-headed dog immediately became sleepy again and fell to the ground with a plop.

"I wonder how Hagrid trains," Hermione muttered.

Cassandra carefully avoided the three-headed dog's paws and spoke in a low voice:

"Maybe use Stunner on it every time the music comes on?"

——

"Are you still here?"

In the spacious room, Ash shook his head helplessly.

There are seven levels in total to protect the magic stone.

The first level is the three-headed dog, the second level is the Devil's Net, the third level is the Flying Key, the fourth level is Wizard Chess, the fifth level is Trolls, the sixth level is Magic Potion Reasoning, and the seventh level is Mirror of Erised.

It sounds difficult, but in fact the only ones that really matter are the first and last levels, which are the three-headed dog and the Mirror of Erised.

The first level is purely an entry barrier. On the one hand, only by discovering the weakness of the three-headed dog can the level be successfully passed. But on the other hand, as long as the three-headed dog's weakness can be discovered, even a squib like Filch can pass through unscathed.

So in the final analysis, the only level that Dumbledore actually used to protect the Sorcerer's Stone was the Mirror of Erised.

Only those who are determined to obtain the Philosopher's Stone without using it can obtain the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised.

Quirrell and Voldemort obviously do not fall into this category. Even if Quirrell comes to the Mirror of Erised with joy, the final result must be that he will be extremely angry and angry for a whole day.

It is no exaggeration to say that this series of levels are tailor-made for Harley from beginning to end.

To get the Philosopher's Stone, you need to know that the Philosopher's Stone is in Hogwarts.

And the only person who satisfies this, apart from the professors who participated in the level design and Voldemort who wanted to get the Sorcerer's Stone, is only Harley, because she is the only one who witnessed Hagrid taking the Sorcerer's Stone from Vault 713!

The level of guarding the Sorcerer's Stone is not used to stop Voldemort, but as a test for Harley. This is why most of these levels are designed to be quite "childish", because they are designed to allow Harley to pass the levels. The process can be tortuous, but it must not be difficult, so each level is far more complex and interesting than dangerous. sex.

And Dumbledore has also predicted in advance that Harley will have some friends who will help her through many difficulties. But no matter how many friends Harley has, they will all be blocked at level six.

The sixth level designed by Snape has seven bottles of potion, three bottles of poison, and two bottles of wine. One bottle can go forward through the black flames, and one bottle can go back through the purple flames. So no matter how many friends Harley has, the only one who can reach the final level is Harley herself.

To describe it in one sentence: She is the only one who directly confronts the Lord.

For Quirrell and Voldemort, who really wanted to obtain the Philosopher's Stone, they could cast magic spells to force themselves through the obstruction of the flames, or they could cast the Disillusionment Charm and have an unobstructed journey without drinking the magic potion.

Dumbledore designed it this way because he believed in prophecies.

Precisely because he believed in the prophecy, he designed this series of events to create an opportunity for Harry and Voldemort to be alone together.

Of course, Dumbledore may also have a certain degree of doubt about the prophecy, but he can also witness it with his own eyes through such a design and observe whether Harley can defeat Voldemort as predicted.

Success is naturally the best, failure is okay.

Because this is Hogwarts, and Voldemort in his weak stage cannot change the world.

"Fate."

Ash sighed, he had been waiting here all night. In the end, Harry and Quirrell arrived here almost at the same time. The meaning of 'fate' was really too strong.

Just as he was thinking, he heard footsteps coming from the entrance behind.

A petite figure walked through the black flames and entered the last room.

When she saw the figures in the room clearly, she couldn't help but tremble. The great fear made her breathless:

"Ash...why are you here?"

The girl's tone was a bit unbelievable and her expression was extremely bitter, so was her dream true?

"That's what I should have asked."

Ash saw something was wrong with Harley's tone, and waved to Harley with a look of doting and helplessness, "Come here, Harley, you have to explain to me why you are here? I'm not Do you want to stay in your room and stop running around?"

Harley pursed her lips tightly, but did not rush to Ash's side as usual, but quietly tightened her wand.

Ash frowned immediately, even speaking with a somewhat scolding tone:

"Why are you still standing there? Come here quickly, don't waste time!"

Looking at the strange boy in front of her, Harley's body trembled even more. She struggled to raise the wand, but in the end her palm dropped down again, and she looked at him with stubborn and aggrieved eyes:

"What happens if I don't go?"

"ah?"

Facing Harley's questioning, Harley thought that Ash would panic or show his 'true face'.

But the only thing she didn't expect was that Ash would show a look of astonishment:

"Harry, why do you ask that?"

"Forget it, come here first!"

Ash kept urging.

Harry subconsciously took a few steps forward, but the next second he heard another anxious voice next to his ear:

"Don't go there, Miss Potter!"

Harry subconsciously turned around, and Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a scarf on his head, appeared behind her at some point. The professor was panic-stricken at this time, but perhaps because he was too nervous, he didn't stutter at all when he spoke:

"Miss Potter, don't believe him, he is the lackey of You-Know-Who! Come to me quickly, I will take you out of here."

Harley was caught in the middle, her little face was full of confusion, not knowing which side to believe.

Ash's expression suddenly condensed, he raised his wand, pointed it at Quirrell, and scolded:

"Harry, stay away from him and come over to me!"

"Miss Potter! Come to me and I will protect you."

Harley's eyes swept over Professor Quirrell, who looked flustered but sounded very concerned, and Ash, who had a cold face. She pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time, then whispered:

"Ash, are you going to kill me? For Voldemort?"

Ash's frown deepened and his voice was low:

"Harry, do you know what you are talking about?"

Quirrell suddenly felt happy, and while trying his best to comfort her, he approached her step by step:

"He has a guilty conscience! Miss Potter, don't stay too far away from me, otherwise I won't be able to protect you!"

However, facing Professor Quirrell's attentive concern, Harley pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before walking towards Ash.

Professor Quirrell immediately stopped, his face gloomy.

Harley stood three meters away from Ash, her eyes aggrieved and desperate, and she said pitifully:

"Can you be gentler? I'm afraid of pain."

Ash walked up to Harley expressionlessly and slowly raised the hand holding the wand.

Harley closed her eyes in fear, but the severe pain made her scream in pain and squat on the ground holding her head.

Ash gave her a sharp blow and said angrily:

"Harry, what are you thinking about?"

"You, won't you kill me?" Harley covered her head with tears in her eyes and stood up, her eyes filled with joy and confusion.

"Of course he won't kill you, I am the one who wants to kill you!"

The sinister voice made Harry turn around subconsciously, and then she saw Professor Quirrell pointing the wand at her, and she could even vaguely see a red light emerging from the top of the wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

A dazzling red light instantly illuminated the entire room, stinging Harry so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

She only felt that her body suddenly became light and airy, as if she had fallen into an air bubble filled with hazy transparent foam, like a helpless child, feeling life dissipate between her fingers like fine sand. Time seemed to have been slowed down a lot, which gave Harley enough time to quickly flash countless thoughts in her mind, including fear of death and reluctance to give up on life, but more importantly, she felt guilty about Ash and felt guilty about herself. of disgust.

"Ash, I'm sorry..." she whispered, a look of pain appearing on her face.

A warm hand covered the top of her head, and she once again heard the voice as warm as the rising sun:

"It doesn't matter."

"Ash?"

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes still a little confused, "Am I not dead yet?"

"Of course you're not dead, at least not until I am."

Ash calmed the girl's emotions with a gentle tone, and climbed up from the ground with her in his arms.

The reason why Avada Kedavra is the first of the three Unforgivable Curses is because of the danger of death if touched. So far, there is almost nothing in the wizarding world that can resist its spell.

But even if it is a life-killing curse, there is an effective way to counter it, and that is physical dodge!

As long as it misses, no matter how awesome the spell is, it won't have any lethality.

He stood up straight out of the corner of his eye, stared at the man opposite him with his eyes, and spoke in a low voice:

"Professor Quirrell, I didn't expect it to be you."

A chilling sneer appeared on Quirrell's face:

"I didn't expect you to be here waiting for me, Mr. Black."

"It's actually a coincidence."

Ash shrugged and chuckled:

"It's just that Harry told me that Voldemort was coming to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and Dumbledore happened to be away from school, so I could only help here to guard it, but I didn't expect that someone as small as you would be here."

After a pause, Ash grabbed Harley's little hand that was dusting him off, and said in a helpless tone:

"Harley, you can take the photo later, get behind me first."

Harley lowered her head silently and saw the wand that fell not far away from the corner of her eye, but she did not pick it up without permission, but stood obediently behind Ash.

Professor Quirrell was trembling all over, half because of anger and half because of fear. The look he looked at Ash could almost spit out anger:

"How dare you, how dare you call him by his name!"

Ash sneered:

"Why don't you dare? Do you think everyone is as willing to be Voldemort's lackey as you are?"

"Where's Lord Voldemort? He won't even come in person to steal the Sorcerer's Stone? Aren't you afraid that you could steal the Sorcerer's Stone and run away?"

Quirrell was so angry that he was afraid of Dumbledore and Voldemort because he couldn't defeat them! But you, a first-year freshman, dare to be so crazy. Do you really think that I, the professor, is a fool?

A little wizard like you who only knows physical dodge is no different from a Muggle in my eyes! How dare you mock me!

"Expelliarmus!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth again and released a disarming spell, trying to take the wand away from Ash.

If he hadn't been able to use these two students, he would have wanted to kill them directly with Avada Kedavra!

Even to be on the safe side, Quirrell directly released a double disarming spell.

Quirrell didn't hide his sneer, aren't you very good at hiding? Keep hiding! Let me see what you are hiding from this time!

He was triumphantly expecting to see Ash's panicked expression, but the next second he saw the curse he had released suddenly rebound!

"Iron Armor Curse?!"

Quirrell's pupils shrank sharply, and he immediately silently cast the Iron Armor Curse to rebound the rebounded spell again, shooting it towards the ceiling and disappearing.

But before he could take a moment to breathe, he suddenly saw Ash mumbling words, and the top of his wand also released a brilliant green light:

"Stupefy!"

Seeing the green color, Quirrell didn't have time to react. He subconsciously rolled on the spot and didn't stop until the back of his head hit the wall.

Although this allowed him to successfully escape the incoming curse, it also caused the face on the back of his head to emit a sharp roar:

"Idiot! That's not a death curse at all! What are you doing?"

"Enough! I've had enough! Let me do it!"

"My master, you are still very weak now, so let me do it!"

Quirrell's face turned pale and he hurriedly wanted to explain, but Voldemort didn't listen to him at all. How could a master accommodate his servant?

The scarf on his head automatically slipped off, revealing Chilo's bald head like a stewed egg.

The next second, the bald head suddenly twisted 180 degrees and faced them with the back of his head!

No, that's not the back of the head! Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was actually a hideous and terrifying face! The face was as white as chalk, with blood-red eyes that could almost shine, and below were two slender nostrils like snakes.

Harley had never seen such a terrifying scene, and she instinctively wanted to scream in fear, but failed to make a sound.

Ash also had a disgusted expression on his face and said coldly:

"I see, you have been hiding on Quirrell. No wonder no one can find you."

The face glanced coldly at Ash, and finally his eyes were fixed on Harley, and his voice was hoarse and sharp:

"Harry Potter! Okay, okay, look what I have become in order to survive? I have to share a body with others. Only by parasitizing on others can I have a body!"

Harley's body trembled slightly, clutching Ash's cloak tightly. A cold smile appeared on Voldemort's face, and he was very satisfied to see his 'old enemy' showing such a fearful expression. However, when his eyes came into contact with Ash again, his expression darkened.

Because there was no fear on Ash's face, but he looked at him with disgust:

"If you live so disgustingly, why can't you just die honestly? Or is it that the purpose of your life is to disgust people?"

"Arrogant!"

Voldemort's already ugly face became even more ferocious because of his anger. Didn't your mother teach you what politeness is?

Voldemort, who was extremely angry, pointed his wand at Ash and uttered a spell:

"Cru..."

"Expelliarmus!"

Ash waved his wand without hesitation, but Voldemort reacted faster, silently releasing the Iron Armor Curse to deflect his spell away, and immediately counterattacked:

"Bombarda!"

The blue magic spell shot at Ash quickly, triggering a huge explosion on the invisible barrier in front of him. But when Voldemort felt the sluggishness of his movements, his expression immediately darkened. His condition was really bad!

Quirrell is such a loser, he can't do anything well!

He didn't steal the magic stone, and he didn't drink the unicorn blood. His condition was getting worse day by day. Even if Quirrell's body was used as nourishment, in nearly a year, the vitality of this body had been basically drained by him, otherwise there would be no need to take risks to poach unicorns.

Now he is forcibly gaining control of Quirrell's body, but the remaining magic power in his body cannot even release the powerful Unforgivable Curse. He can only be forced to play house-style turn-based play with this little wizard!

But if this continues, his hope of obtaining the Magic Stone will only become even slimmer!

But is he going to give up?

Voldemort suddenly hesitated. Quirrell's life and death meant nothing to him. Even if he didn't give up on Quirrell, Quirrell wouldn't be able to survive much longer with his drained body. And if he can't get the magic stone, it will do him no good to continue the stalemate!

Ash once again deflected the spell cast by Voldemort, and even had time to chat with him:

"Why bother? Since you had a lucky escape from the Forbidden Forest last time, you should have stayed far away. Why did you dare to come back?"

Voldemort's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Ash in disbelief:

"Is it you, the wizard who was in the Forbidden Forest last time?"

"ah?"

Ash had a weird expression, "So you didn't see my face clearly before?"

He said where did Voldemort have the courage to take action again so quickly, and he didn't react at all when he saw him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's not surprising that he didn't recognize him!

But even if Voldemort didn't know that the person he met in the Forbidden Forest was him, couldn't Voldemort guess that he was from Hogwarts?

Wait, it seems that you really can’t guess it. After all, the professors at Hogwarts are basically known to be 'observant of the rules' and will never use the Unforgivable Curse casually, let alone Avada Kedavra.

"Hahahahahaha!"

It was clear that his life was like a candle in the wind, but at this moment Voldemort suddenly let out a sharp and hoarse laugh, "That's it! That's it! You are not here to guard the Sorcerer's Stone at all, you are also here for the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Voldemort stared at Ash, as if he wanted to reflect his image deeply in his mind.

Although he is still young, he will definitely be a wizard on the same level as himself and Dumbledore in the future. This is not good news for Voldemort. He can't wait to strangle Ash in the cradle right now. But Quirrell's body was unable to support his actions, and Voldemort had no expectations.

But fortunately, this wizard and Dumbledore were not destined to be on the same road. Voldemort always had a very accurate eye for people, and he could tell at a glance that Ash was definitely someone like him!

"We can work together!"

Voldemort stared at Ash closely and said bewilderedly:

"There are no irreconcilable conflicts between us. We can definitely cooperate, right?"

"I can tell at a glance that you and I can't take out the Sorcerer's Stone from the Mirror of Erised! Of course, Dumbledore is guarding against people like us! But she is different!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Harley, his eyes extremely greedy:

"Let her get the magic stone. The magic stone is in that mirror! I just want the elixir of life. The magic stone can be yours!"

"I refuse." Ash said without hesitation.

Voldemort said in a cold tone:

"Why? Do you have to be my enemy? Mr. Black!"

"Because you are ugly!"

Ash replied unceremoniously, not bothering to continue the conversation with him, and just waved his wand.

Voldemort subconsciously used his armor to protect himself, but he didn't notice that Ash had released any spells. He didn't even recite a spell.

But the next second, he suddenly felt that he lost control of his body, and invisible power instantly broke his armor spell, as if an invisible big hand was slowly lifting his body into the air!

Ash raised his arm and slowly raised his wand.

Is ancient magic useful?

perfectly worked.

Ancient magic is a typical powerful force. Although the efficiency is much lower than modern magic, as long as it is used properly, the power is not at the same level as modern magic!

The reason why he kept wasting time dealing with Voldemort was because he was waiting for someone!

And now, people are coming.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door stained with black flames, accompanied by anxious shouts from men and women.

"It's Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall!" Harry pricked up his ears and was extremely excited when he heard the familiar voice.

Ash suddenly spoke:

"Harley, hold my hand."

"Eh?" Harley was a little confused, but she still obeyed and took Ash's left hand.

Ash was helpless, so he took her hand and placed it on the hand that held the wand.

Ash ordered:

"Now, wave your wand."

"How to do it?"

"casual."

Faced with Harley's confusion, Ash's answer was more simple and crude.

Harley hesitantly took Ash's hand and started moving the wand up and down.

As the wand moved, Voldemort and Quirrell, who were flying in the air not far away, began to move at the same rate. Quirrell's expression became more frightened, and Voldemort's expression became more embarrassing.

This is naked humiliation!

But soon they no longer felt the humiliation, because Voldemort felt a majestic magic power pouring into his body!

This sudden gift greatly surprised Voldemort. Even Quirrell felt that the magic power in his body was gradually becoming more abundant, and he was so excited that he wanted to launch a resistance with his master.

However, they soon discovered that this magic power was still flowing in, but they couldn't control it at all!

"No! No! Stop it! Stop it!"

Amid Quirrell's terrified screams, endless magic power caused his body to expand into a purple sphere.

BOOM!

With a violent explosion, Quirrell's body, together with his magic power, 'bloomed' into the sky and dissipated into the sky.

Harley stared at this scene blankly, unable to believe that this was caused by herself.

Even though Ash was the one who actually cast the spell, the little sense of participation still had a slight impact on the girl's outlook.

Is this how magic works?

Harry was still stunned when a black mist suddenly condensed into a humanoid form from where Quirrell 'exploded', quickly penetrated into the ceiling and disappeared.

"Tsk."

Ash raised an eyebrow, he ran so fast. Is Voldemort so timid?

It seems that there is, he did the same thing in the original work.

But this is not surprising. Although Voldemort is extremely weak with only his soul left, he also has an 'immortal body' similar to the ghost to a certain extent. As long as Voldemort wants, he can become a ghost at any time and live forever. But Voldemort obviously wanted to live as a living person rather than a dead person, so he was eager to get his body back.

This is actually a choice between two:

The soul state is extremely weak and cannot have strong strength.

The physical state has great strength, but will be destroyed by other wizards.

Voldemort firmly chose the latter, because his ambitions could only be realized if he had a physical body. The existence of Horcruxes can also ensure that he will not be eliminated so easily.

Of course, if you want to destroy Voldemort in the soul state, there is no way, but you need to use a spell specifically targeted at the soul - such as Avada Kedavra.

Most of the damage caused by spells is physical, but such injuries have a disadvantage, or advantage, in that they are easy to treat. As long as the person doesn't die on the spot and still has a breath left, magic has a chance to bring him back.

This is not the case with Avada Kedavra. The damage of this curse acts directly on the soul. The body of the person killed is intact, but the soul has been completely destroyed and cannot be cured at all.

But not everyone's Avada Kedavra is deadly enough. If Avada Kedavra is used by an ordinary student at Hogwarts, its power is not even as powerful as Cruciatus. It can often make the person who is cursed have some nosebleeds.

On the one hand, this is because their magic power is not enough, and on the other hand, because their hearts are not ruthless enough. The life-killing curse must be supported by powerful magic power, and the caster must also have a strong murderous intention in his heart.

Of course, even if the Death Curse would work on Voldemort's soul, there are two opinions.

Because Ash once experimented with casting a death curse on a ghost, but the result was that the eggs were useless and the ghost was still alive and well.

But this is not a problem for Ash. Anyway, he has no intention of killing Voldemort now. Even if Ash really destroys this piece of Voldemort's soul, he will have to find a way to release a Horcrux - the wizarding world cannot live without it. Voldemort, just like the West cannot lose Israel.

In short, Ash needs a shit stick.

Even if Voldemort is completely killed, Ash will find a way to release Grindelwald. If that doesn't work, he will incite the goblins to rebel.

Don't worry about who this troublemaker is. If you can stir up shit, you are a good villain.