Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 95 Who the hell is the Dark Lord? (4000 words long chapter, please pre-order)

The small room was instantly illuminated by the pale green light. Quirrell was worthy of being a man favored by the Dark Lord. He dodged to the side and avoided the deadly Avada Kedavra curse.

However, what he didn't expect was that when the killing curse hit the ground, it suddenly split into a green light and shot towards his face.

The defenseless Quirrell was instantly hit in the face by the split green light.

Quirrell, who was hit by the Avada's lightning chain, fell to the ground with a thud without even making any sound.

Harry raised his wand, pointed it at Quirrell, who was lying lifeless on the ground, and walked forward tentatively.

When Avada Kedavra split apart, he knew that Voldemort was still clinging to the back of Quirrell's head, and he did not dare to let his guard down.

When he reached Quirrell's side, he chanted the spell again without any hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Killing Curse hit Quirrell again, and this time, Quirrell would have no chance of survival.

This was a good habit that Harry developed a hundred years ago. Once, a classmate of his was careless when trying to defeat a dark wizard, and was killed by the dark wizard who was pretending to be dead.

This painful lesson was used as a teaching material by Vivi and Cassandra, and was repeated to Harry every day.

He had no mercy on Quirrell.

Apart from greed for power and wanting to fight for authority, there is no other reason to collude with a dying dark wizard like Voldemort.

After finishing off the enemy with the last blow, Harry looked towards the Mirror of Erised.

What he didn't expect was that this time, the person who appeared in the Mirror of Erised was not the Potter family and two female classmates, but himself.

The self in the mirror gave him a sly smile, blinked, and seemed to be holding a stone in his hand.

Could it be...the Philosopher's Stone?

He had seen this thing in Vivi's collection of books before, and it was exactly the same as the stone he was holding in the mirror.

Harry looked at the mirror curiously, and then saw that he put the Philosopher's Stone in his trouser pocket.

At the same time, he suddenly felt the pocket of his trousers sink, as if something was put into his pocket.

Magic stone? !

Harry couldn't believe it. He got the Philosopher's Stone so easily?

He reached into his trouser pocket, and the cool touch of the Philosopher's Stone made him feel like he was in a dream.

"Harry...Potter..."

A hissing sound was heard, and Harry became alert instantly. He stepped back quickly and found a face appeared in the mirror.

The man's face looked eerie and terrifying, and he seemed to have no nose, as scary as a skull.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked uncertainly.

At the same time, he waved his wand, drawing a spell trajectory.

"Revelio!"

A wave quickly spread out in a spherical shape along the tip of the wand, but the spell could not detect where the face was.

The face in the mirror smiled strangely and said, "Don't waste your energy, Harry Potter... I never thought that we are the same kind of people..."

As he said this, the turbulent waves in his heart had not yet subsided.

No, who the hell is the Dark Lord?
You're a freshman, and you cast a killing curse as soon as you meet me, but you can actually hit two targets at the same time?!
If Quirrell hadn't stopped him, he would probably be in big trouble now.

At the same time, he was also wondering who this Harry Potter in front of him was?

Could it be that someone is using Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself?

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a first-year student to learn the Avada Kedavra curse. Even if he learned it, he would not be able to use it accurately. At most, he would cause an adult wizard to have a nosebleed, but it would not cause any fatal harm.

But this Potter in front of him could actually fight two people at the same time, and even the Killing Curse didn't require any emotions to be brewed. He just used it as soon as they met?
Are all the Hogwarts students so cruel nowadays?
Even though he was thinking, Voldemort still kept talking.

"I really want Dumbledore to see what kind of person his golden boy is... You are born to be a dark wizard. Come on, join me, Potter, let us rule the wizarding world together, rule the whole world, and gain the power of immortality!"

The human-faced voice continued to persuade Harry: "As long as you lend me the Philosopher's Stone in your hand, I know a lot of advanced magic, and I can even help you bring your parents back... Child, don't you want them to grow up with you?"

His target was the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's pocket, and it didn't matter what happened to Harry.

"Oh, why should I believe you?" Harry didn't know where the man's face was, so he couldn't do anything about it for the time being, so he mocked him, "I don't think a parasite clinging to the back of someone's head can have such ability. I think you shouldn't be called the Dark Lord, you should be called the Duck Lord, because you can only be as incompetent as a duck and quack."

The face in the mirror suddenly twisted. He never expected that the mouth of the child in front of him was as vicious as the spell he cast.

Even Severus Snape, who worked under him back then, was not even one-tenth as vicious as the boy in front of him.

He couldn't imagine how much ridicule the Dark Lord would face after his name was turned into the Duck King by a homophonic play.

“Boy!” Voldemort was enraged. He cursed viciously, “You uneducated orphan…”

"Oh, haha." Harry sneered and retorted, "My parents left me because they were killed by you, but they loved me very much - and you... Voldemort, you are different. I guess your mother doesn't love you at all - look at your appearance, you don't even have a nose, I think your mother must have disliked your ugliness and threw you into an orphanage! You'd better roll back to the most primitive chaos abyss to see if anyone wants you!"

“Shut up! Shut up! How dare you! Oyster oil!” Voldemort screamed hysterically: “How do you know…you!”

Harry opened his mouth and realized that his casual words might have hit Voldemort's sore spot.

Judging from Voldemort's appearance, his defense was obviously broken, and this blow really hit his vital point.

Could it be... that this is really the case?
My god, he learned these curse words from Professor Haoying, the teacher of magical animals from China...

Professor Haoying not only cooks delicious food, but is also an expert at scolding people.

He had seen Professor Haoying swearing in the past. The vicious curses that came out of his mouth were like a string of Shakespearean sonnets, but they were also elegant...

This led to the students of that class being very aggressive in their insults. He felt that his words were not strong enough, because Professor Haoying even brought up eighteen generations of ancestors...

"Oh, then I want to apologize to you, Mr. Voldemort." Harry said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that your parents didn't want you when you were very young-"

But to Voldemort's ears, these words sounded like the most vicious mockery.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

His mother, Merope Gaunt, fell deeply in love with Voldemort's father, a Muggle - and used a love potion to seduce his father Tom.

But after the truth was revealed, not only was Merope kicked out by Tom, but she was also regarded as a disgrace by the Gaunt family.

Merope, who was pregnant and kicked out by her family, came to London and lived a life of poverty. She was forced to sell her priceless Slytherin's gold locket to Mr. Burke of Borgin and Burke's for the cheap price of 10 Galleons.

On a dark and snowy eve, Merope gave birth to Voldemort in a Muggle orphanage and ruthlessly abandoned him.

How could Voldemort not be furious when such a heart-wrenching memory was ruthlessly revealed by Harry?
He stared at Harry fiercely, but when he was extremely angry, he was not so angry anymore, and his mood gradually calmed down.

The most urgent task is to get the Philosopher's Stone. As long as we get the Philosopher's Stone, everything will be fine!
Oh, the inherently evil Potter brat!
"I accept your apology."

Voldemort said coldly, and another plan came to his mind.

"Your generosity is enough to light up a bathroom." Harry bowed politely, "A girls' bathroom at that."

Voldemort choked, snorted coldly, and spoke again: "Stop talking nonsense, Potter. You must know that Dumbledore will not come to save you, just like when Quirrell took the initiative to curse you to death during the Quidditch game!"

"On your own initiative?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so it was Quirrell who cast the spell - why did he do that?"

“Why do you do this?” Voldemort sneered: “Of course, it is to attract Dumbledore’s attention, to let the great and selfless Dumbledore notice that he is plotting to murder Mr. Savior, so as to obtain Dumbledore’s help and get rid of my control - unfortunately, Potter, Dumbledore ignored him. In his opinion, everyone can be sacrificed -”

Harry always felt that something was wrong. It seemed that Voldemort was stalling for time. And what he had just said was obviously provocative, making him suspicious of Dumbledore...

If he were still a first-grade child, he would definitely be fooled by Voldemort and become suspicious of Dumbledore.

But he had seen many dark wizards who spoke nonsense, and in order to survive, in order to hurt others...

So he didn't believe a word Voldemort said.

He reached out his hand and placed it on the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket.

The Philosopher's Stone really responded to his touch, and the magic power contained in the stone leaped and flowed into his hands.

Voldemort in the mirror was still talking: "As for you, Potter, you are also a part of his sacrifice. Anyone can become Dumbledore's sacrifice as long as they can defeat the great Voldemort!"

"Think about it, your parents, and you...don't you wonder why I'm targeting your parents?"

"Because you are a poor guy without your mother's love, you are jealous of me." Harry mocked mercilessly, his hand still not stopping absorbing the Philosopher's Stone.

"Potter!" Voldemort roared, "My patience is limited!"

"In comparison, I'm more curious about why your mother doesn't want you." Harry laughed and asked, "You are a murderer, there is no doubt about that. You want to kill my parents just because you want to, and it has nothing to do with others. But I want to know more about why your mother abandoned you, and even your father didn't want you... By the way, we have been talking for so long, but I still don't know your last name, Mr. Voldemort. Didn't your parents teach you to be polite to others?"

"Oh, sorry!" Harry covered his mouth with his other hand and looked at Voldemort with an exaggerated expression: "I forgot, Mr. Voldemort, your parents don't want you anymore -"

I learned this expression from Cassandra.

Harry didn't feel guilty at all. After all, the Voldemort in front of him was the enemy who killed his parents. He was also a murderer who committed many evil things in the wizarding world and killed countless kind wizards.

Such people don't deserve any sympathy.

What's more, now that he is in the light and Voldemort is in the dark, it would be a wise choice to talk some trash to make Voldemort lose his mind and expose himself.

"Harry... Potter!" Voldemort hissed. "I have changed my mind. You must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Luo suddenly stood up.

A green light appeared out of nowhere. Harry was prepared. He used his wand to move the bricks in front of him, forming a huge shield to block the frightening green light.

He did not stop his movements and shot out the same pale green light, but this time it did not hit "Qiluo".

"I'm going to make you pay!" hissed Quirrell.

Harry realized that it was Voldemort who had taken over Quirrell's body.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry cast a disarming spell, while his other hand still tightly grasped the Philosopher's Stone, absorbing the energy from the Philosopher's Stone.

The Philosopher's Stone really lived up to its name, and Harry felt the power filling his body.

That familiar sense of power is gradually returning.

Voldemort used his wand to dispel the spell, stretched out a hand, blew hard, and a black flame appeared out of thin air.

He laughed strangely, as if he were the devil from the deepest hell, and black flames roared, transforming into a twisted giant python with its bloody mouth wide open, as if it was about to bite Harry.

It’s Lihuo.

Fiendfyre is one of the most profound dark arts, a kind of magic fire that is constantly becoming more and more powerful. These fires can mimic the forms of some monsters and constantly hunt down almost all objects that can burn, regardless of friend or foe.

Incompetent wizards often end up harming themselves and causing unnecessary damage when they cast the spell because they cannot control it and do not know how to break it. Only powerful wizards can control it accurately.

A dark wizard like Voldemort could undoubtedly control the Fiendfyre with ease.

Harry gripped the Philosopher's Stone tightly, absorbing the energy contained in the stone.

The Philosopher's Stone! Absorb it!

A steady stream of magical energy poured into Harry's body from the point where the Philosopher's Stone and his hand touched, and he felt full of power!
He raised his wand and waved it vigorously in front of him.

As he moved, a circle of azure flames burned around him, forming a protective flame shield.

(End of this chapter)