The Infinite Journey of the Sage

Chapter 001 People in Ice Coffins

"Voldemort!" The young man's deep voice sounded like a threatened little beast, and the thorns all over his body were about to explode. He looked at the enemy in warning, and the hairs all over his body were about to explode. He really couldn't think of why Quirrell Will become the carrier of Voldemort, why Quirrell?

He now had a splitting headache. He didn't know whether it was because of the scar left by Voldemort, or because he suddenly discovered that although he rushed forward bravely, when he really faced Voldemort, he didn't have any confidence. ability to resist him.

He suddenly discovered sadly that he was walking forward so unswervingly, so convinced that he could guard the Magic Stone, but in fact, it was just a wishful thinking and adventurous game.

The legendary BOSS suddenly appeared at the end of the game, the enemy that he absolutely couldn't resist and had no way to do anything about.

Even if this enemy is so weak, even if this enemy still needs to lie on Professor Quirrell's body to survive, it is still not something he can match.

Whether it is Professor Quirrell or Voldemort, their magical attainments far surpass those of him who had just enrolled in school for less than a year.

A strong sense of crisis surrounded him.

He couldn't help but growl, showing his strength, self-defense, and determination.

"Hahahaha. Harry Potter! Harry Potter! Harry Potter! This is the Harry Potter who almost killed me back then. How ironic." Voldemort had the chance to win and manipulated Professor Quirrell. The body was walking back and forth on the floor.

The room was empty, with only a mirror standing alone in the center of the room. Both of them were in front of the mirror, and Voldemort's sneer echoed in the room.

"You're here to show that Dumbledore must have a back-up plan, right?" Voldemort smiled coldly, and the scene of him parasitizing on the back of Professor Quirrell's head looked like a horror movie. It was very of horror.

"But Dumbledore knows nothing, nothing!" Voldemort waved his wand suddenly, and the entire mirror shattered into pieces.

But Voldemort didn't care about the only thing that could get the Sorcerer's Stone. Instead, he looked at Harry Potter with a sneer on his lips.

"Dumbledore thinks my target is the Sorcerer's Stone?" He laughed.

"No, he doesn't know what my real purpose is at all. This castle, this room, this place is what I want."

"Secret room? No, secret realm. This is where that person's body is. All I want is that thing!"

Voldemort smiled arrogantly, Dumbledore is not here, no one can stop him!

Voldemort snapped his fingers, and the whole world began to lose its disguise as if it were being burned by flames, revealing its true appearance.

"What is this place..." Harry Potter stared blankly at the secret room that suddenly turned into another world, unable to react at all.

"Here? This is one of the secret rooms of Hogwarts, the oldest room, and where that person's body is." Voldemort explained while walking towards the middle of the room.

Only then did Harry Potter realize that there was actually a coffin standing sideways in the room. In the crystal coffin, there was a person lying in the transparent lid.

No, if it's in a coffin, maybe corpse is the most appropriate adjective, right?

Harry Potter watched with complicated eyes as Voldemort got closer and closer to the coffin, and his expression became more and more proud and arrogant. In the end, he couldn't help but start to explain his purpose to Harry Potter. .

What's the peak moment of life without anyone watching?

He revealed the secret to Harry Potter without caring: "He is Merlin's apprentice, the teacher of Curt who created the magic world, and is the greatest magician in history. Mortals respect him as a sage." , but it’s so ironic that no one in the wizarding world remembers his reputation.”

He sneered. People like him who killed the magic world would be feared, feared, feared, and even surrendered by the magic world. However, this convincing man has not left any mark in history or in the history of the magic world. Every trace of it looks like it has never appeared in the magical world.

This is simply a silent mime of reality, ironic and gray.

"But now, this power is mine." Voldemort controlled Professor Quirrell to come to the crystal coffin, turned around, faced him with his own body, and looked at the person in the crystal coffin, Full of greed and desire.

This is a young man with a handsome face.

He is so young, not even thirty years old. He is wrapped in a white silk robe, and his long silver-white hair is scattered on his back like a waterfall. If his sword eyebrows are raised on his body, he must be a handsome and handsome man. Even the man with silver-white eyebrows has long eyelashes. If it weren't for the straight bridge of his nose and his angular face, Voldemort might have thought he was a woman.

Because he was lying sideways, he looked as if he was sleeping in a crystal coffin, as if it was a long sleep, peaceful and peaceful.

Voldemort slowly poked himself out of Professor Quirrell's brain, and Professor Quirrell's face showed pain and distortion.

Seeing Voldemort slowly coming into contact with the crystal coffin, Harry Potter didn't know where the courage came from. He took out the magic stone in his pocket, used all his strength, and threw it at Voldemort with all his strength.

He has no power to resist at all. He has only been in school for less than a year and knows less than 10 spells, none of which can be used in combat. Voldemort is a big devil who has been famous for decades and has three forbidden spells. All of them are familiar and instinctive guys. How can he fight against such a person?

Harry Potter, who had never thought about this problem before, and who was sought after by everyone as the [Demon King's Terminator], [that person's killer], [the savior who stopped that person] and [the savior of the wizarding world], finally got rid of the arrogance of the past. With the popularity of everyone, I started to really look at this issue and think about it.

That is - if he really faced the Dark Lord, how should he confront him?

No! zero! zero! 0!

That's the answer he got.

He could only sadly throw away Dumbledore's Philosopher's Stone, trying to physically block Voldemort!

Even though Voldemort was focusing on the crystal coffin, he still didn't relax his attention on his living Horcrux, Harry Potter.

Seeing the stone thrown by Harry Potter, he sneered and did not take any risks. Instead, he took two steps back and avoided the ordinary stone. Who knew if this was Dumbledore's backhand?

He didn't dare to look down upon the centenarian old man who had occupied the position of dean of the college for nearly seventy years!

The stone drew a graceful arc in the sky under the simultaneous gaze of three people, and then suddenly landed on the crystal coffin.

Without any pause, the magic stone passed through the crystal coffin like passing through water, and then landed on the man's chest.

The magic stone glowed slightly and condensed on the man's chest.

Then, the magic bursts out!

Like lake water, like sea water, like a tsunami, magic suddenly burst out from the crystal coffin.

Voldemort, who originally took two steps back to avoid the Philosopher's Stone, couldn't help but take three steps back again. After three steps, he felt that it was not safe, so he took another three steps back.

It wasn't until he was almost close to Harry Potter that Voldemort felt that this was a safe distance.

In this state, he is parasitic on Professor Quirrell, and he can be regarded as half a waste. In this state, he can easily be killed by Dumbledore.

What's this? Dumbledore's backup plan?

What is this magic power that surges like a tsunami?

While Voldemort was suspicious around Harry Potter, the ice coffin began to slowly break apart.

Pieces of pieces of crystal or glass that I didn't know were crystals or glass slowly fell from the ice coffin and landed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Then, one hand grasped the edge of the ice coffin and slowly pulled his body out of the ice coffin.

The man who had been sleeping for thousands of years just took a step forward.

Appeared in front of Harry Potter and Voldemort.

Voldemort opened his eyes wide, watching the man he wanted to take as his own walk out like this. He made an incredible squealing sound in his throat. He was like a rooster whose throat had been cut. He looked in front of him. This scene is incomprehensible no matter what. A person who has been dead for thousands of years can stand up so alive, stretch like an ordinary person, and then turn his head to "look" at himself.

Harry Potter opened his dry lips, trying to make some sound, but no words could come out of his parched throat.

The scene was still for three seconds.

Then the man in the white silk robe moved. He raised his hand slightly, and Harry Potter could even see the ripples caused by the swinging robe.

In just an instant, a laser-like bright silver beam penetrated the entire room, passed in front of Harry Potter, and hit Voldemort, no, to be precise, Professor Quirrell.

A big hole was opened in Professor Quirrell's chest, and the flesh and blood disappeared in just an instant. This time, it wasn't just Voldemort who was making a low sound.

Professor Quirrell touched the hollow in his chest, and his whole body made a strange sound that Harry Potter would never forget - it was after the heart in the chest disappeared, and a large part of the lungs also disappeared, and then he tried his best to Breathing, panting, but no matter how hard you get a breath of air, the sound of breathing is like a broken bellows that is about to fall apart.

This sound only lasted for 2 or 3 seconds, and then a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Professor Quirrell's mouth - the reason why the blood did not spurt out from his chest was entirely because it had been scorched. It smells like barbecue.

Harry Potter just felt a sore throat, as if something was about to spurt out of his throat.

But before it spewed out, he finally saw the thing residing on Professor Quirrell's head screamed, and then surged out like smoke.

Then he finally vomited out today's breakfast and got up for lunch.

After he finished vomiting, he suddenly relaxed and fell back.

A tall figure caught him, and then he fell into deep darkness...

PS: New book, please give me your advice.

PS1: This book has many self-created settings. Please do not force Harry Potter into this book, or force Harry Potter settings into this book when it is unreasonable. The settings in this book continue from "My Wife King Arthur" Thousands of years later, the hero's students created the Harry Potter wizarding system, which is completely different from the original work! Everyone is considerate of each other, and if you can’t stand it, please leave silently! Show some respect to each other!

PS2: Wow, I don’t know whose way I blocked. I was trolled for two or three hundred floors, and all kinds of condescending people [come to test the poison]. Don’t blame me for blocking them first and then deleting them.