The Little Superman of Hogwarts

Hogwarts Superman - Chapter 084 [Goodbye! Voldemort!]

After Harry and the others were knocked unconscious, the real Quirrell and the fake Quirrell immediately began drawing a magic circle on the ground.

They had clearly practiced, so it only took them a few minutes to create a huge five-pointed star magic circle on the ground, about six or seven meters long. The material used for the magic circle was an unknown red liquid.

Then, the two placed the five unconscious little wizards on the five vertices of the pentagram. The fake Quirrell stopped moving and stood quietly to the side.

The real Quirrell walked to the center of the pentagram and knelt on the ground, raised his hands, and began to chant.

The most troublesome aspect of ritual magic is that it must strictly adhere to the ritual. The slightest deviation can lead to unpredictable consequences. Therefore, the real Quirrell kept chanting slowly, and the fake Quirrell didn't dare to say a word, watching quietly from the side.

Immediately afterward, Voldemort's voice came from the back of his neck: "Haven't you started yet?! Useless!"

"@ # ￥ % … … \u0026" The real Quirrell finished chanting the last sentence and replied, "It's starting!"

With this sentence, the pentagram shone with a bright light, and a magical power of at least 100,000 cards appeared on the five corners of the pentagram—at least 20,000 cards of magical power per corner!

Five lines shot out from the five corners, connecting to the five little wizards. Immediately afterward, ripples emerged from the inside of the five corners. These ripples, shimmering with light waves, connected the pentagram with Quirrell.

A surge of surging magical power came in from outside the pentagram!

Voldemort roared, "[Age Increase]!"

Instantly, Voldemort, who only had one eye and one mouth left, grew a second eye! After the next breath, a familiar Voldemort appeared on the back of the real Quirrell's head…

The faces of Harry and the other four turned pale instantly, and a green light could be faintly seen shooting out from Harry's forehead!

The souls of Harry and the others were being eroded! Their souls were being used as sacrifices, given to Voldemort!

Voldemort showed a satisfied smile on his face: "You did a good job this time!"

"Thank you for your praise, Master!" The real Quirrell no longer stuttered when he said this.

Just then—"Thump!!!" A huge sound came from the corridor! The door flew out instantly! The real Quirrell suddenly raised his head, the doorway was filled with smoke, and he couldn't see anything clearly. The fake Quirrell was closer, and he saw a blurry figure, so familiar!

"That was exhausting!" Cree's figure appeared in the doorway, a shining Superman in a suit.

Cree jumped out of the dust and landed right on the edge of the pentagram.

"Looks like I'm not late!" Cree said.

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked first, he sensed a familiar scent.

"Look at my chest, there's a letter [s], can you guess what this S is short for?" Cree joked.

"You are Super Wizard!" The real Quirrell interjected tremblingly, his legs shivering. The three pencils from that night were still fresh in his memory.

"Correct answer, but no reward!" Cree walked to the front of the five-pointed star magic circle and pulled up Harry. Instantly, one of the five light bands connecting Voldemort disappeared.

Cree quickly pulled the five little wizards to the side, and the light bands were cut off one by one, while the real Quirrell on the other side didn't dare to move at all, and the fake Quirrell pointed his wand at Cree.

Cree ignored the two villains and quickly lowered his head to check Harry and the others. This check instantly cooled his heart by half—Harry's heartbeat was almost gone! Even more frightening, Harry's soul was being eroded by an unknown energy, and his soul was severely damaged!

Throwing Harry down, he checked Ron and Neville, and it was exactly the same. Cree's face instantly darkened.

"What an evil magic circle!" Cree didn't know what this magic circle was called, but this didn't prevent him from guessing the function of the magic circle—this magic circle was using other people's souls to sacrifice, thereby strengthening Voldemort's soul!

"[Avada Kedavra]!" The real Quirrell instantly fired a Killing Curse at Cree.

After the green light touched Cree's body, Cree felt a trance, and then—there was no then.

I'm Superman! Didn't expect that! I have 9200 magic resistance! With your magic intensity, you can't even break through my defense!

Cree took out a few pencils and said to the real Quirrell with a grin: "Remember this?"

"No!" Before the real Quirrell could escape, Cree shot out a pencil directly, and the real Quirrell fell to the ground with a sonic boom, blood flowing all over the ground.

"Now I should see who you are!" Cree stared at the fake Quirrell, he had been holding back from attacking the fake Quirrell, just for this moment—both of them were here, to eliminate all hidden dangers in one fell swoop.

"Who are you? What does Super Wizard mean?" The fake Quirrell looked a little flustered.

Cree threw a punch forward, but unexpectedly—a powerful magic barrier appeared in front of the fake Quirrell!

"What is this thing?!" Cree had never seen this thing before.

"An interesting little thing!" The fake Quirrell suddenly smiled and said, "We will definitely meet again!"

At this moment, a gentle male voice said a word: "Filthy ghost, you really disappoint me like this!"

It's Dumbledore!

Cree saw Dumbledore's figure appear in the house. The fake Quirrell, hearing Dumbledore's words, no longer concealed it—instantly his body transformed into a goblin!

At this moment, Cree's mind was a little confused—Filthy Ghost? Isn't this the person who led the goblin revolution in the 18th century?

"Old man, I'm leaving first!" The goblin's body unfolded and fell backward, but he didn't fall to the ground. His body disappeared in mid-air!

Dumbledore glanced at Cree and said, "They are yours to take care of, I need to solve a little problem!" Dumbledore disappeared!

It took Cree several seconds to accept this scene—a person who had died in the eighteenth century suddenly appeared in reality—although this is a magical world, this behavior is neither magical nor scientific! And just now he felt a majestic magical power from fake Quirrell, like a deep space—this level of magical power can already be said to be a standard legendary mage.

Cree couldn't help but feel a little emotional—the magical world is too deep… Although he has a body of steel, he always has the feeling that the tide of the times will kill you at any time, and a legendary mage pops up casually.

Looking down at the real Quirrell, Quirrell struggled to raise his arm to say something to Cree. Cree roughly turned Quirrell's head over, ignoring his life and death, and said to Voldemort: "Aren't you coming out yet? Your parasite is about to die."

"Death is just another beginning!" Voldemort suddenly calmed down at this time.

Cree took out another pencil and shot it towards Voldemort's face—Voldemort exploded instantly—in a physical sense.

A soul substance wanted to escape, Cree took out his wand and used a spell that he had been learning for a long time: "[Avada Kedavra]!"

A torrent of magical power shot out from the end of Cree's wand, and the entire room was covered in green light! A beam of light more than one meter in diameter densely enveloped Voldemort's parasitic soul body.

"Goodbye! Voldemort!" Cree slowly retracted his wand.