Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 308 Voldemort: Come with Me
The wizard who came down from the trapdoor was obviously well prepared.

Because he was also wearing a mask on his face.

But the thickness is not as exaggerated as Moon's.

As soon as the other party jumped down, he was entangled by the devil's net as expected.

Moon, hiding in the dark, could clearly observe the other party's movements.

The moment he was entangled, a flash of fire suddenly flashed from the wand in the black-robed wizard's hand.

The other party probably wants to use fire to burn the Devil's Snare.

But at this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Use the Bubble Head Charm first!"

Moon was startled by the voice and glanced around.

It was discovered that there was no third person present.

But the voice didn't sound like it was talking to itself, but rather like it was giving orders to someone.

Then Moon locked onto the wizard bar above the black-robed wizard's head.

This is the most special wizard I have ever seen.

He is also the only Professor Quirrell who has two wizard bars.

When Moon doubted the other party's identity.

The black-robed wizard has already cast the [Bubble Head Curse] and the [Fire-Making Curse].

The thick branches of the Devil's Snare quickly let go of him and hid.

"Master, thank goodness you reacted quickly. I didn't expect there would be more than 30 pots of ghost face mushrooms here."

Hearing the familiar voice, Moon was finally able to confirm the other party's identity.

But who was the master Quirrell was talking about? Where was he?
And how did Quirrell pass the first level? Was Pu Rongrong's collar damaged?
These questions flashed through Moon's mind quickly.

Then he quickly suppressed these thoughts.

Moon knew very well that he had to find a way to leave here as soon as possible.

After all, he was not sure of winning against a professor.

That was when Moon was about to quietly cast [Wind Trail] and leave.

The trapdoor above was opened again.

Quirrell was also obviously very nervous.

He subconsciously wanted to hide.

However, when he saw that the person who jumped down was Harry, he stopped immediately.

Then, Quirrell stood there and watched the three little wizards jump into the arms of the Devil's Snare.

"Oh, what is this? It's wrapped around my foot."

Ron was the first to notice something was wrong.

Unable to see anything in the darkness, he was so frightened that he could only move his body around randomly.

But the more he swung, the tighter he got entangled.

"Me too, I can't move at all."

Harry also responded urgently.

"Don't move, this is a devil's snare, I'm trying to figure out how to kill them~"

Hermione's voice rang out at the same time.

But at the end, she seemed to be falling asleep, and her voice became softer and softer.

"Hermione, Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

As Harry's voice grew quieter, silence returned to the surroundings.

After just two sentences, the three little wizards fainted completely.

This is the power of more than thirty pots of sleeping mushrooms.

The devil's snare that was wrapped around Harry and the others gradually loosened its grip after it could no longer feel the prey shaking.

Then he slowly pulled the branches and hung them on the vines high up.

Quirrell just watched quietly from the side.

He waited until Harry and the others were completely still before he slowly walked forward.

"I didn't expect that the enhanced level could handle Hogwarts students."

Quirrell was very happy. He originally thought that it was a professor who followed him.

If this is true, he will be forced to fight.

But now there are only three little wizards, and they are little wizards without combat power.

This made him see no threat at all.

Just when Quirrell was secretly happy, the hoarse voice appeared again.

"Get rid of Harry Potter first."

"Uh~Yes, Master."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then immediately drew his wand.

When he just pointed his wand at Harry.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a flying blade cutting through the air in the darkness.

Whoosh!
Quirrell subconsciously raised an [Iron Armor Spell] to block in front of him.

It was only then that he was able to neutralize the curse that was attacking him.

"God of War! Severus, is that you?"

The hoarse voice sounded again.

Only then did Moon come out from behind the roots of the Devil's Snare.

"Professor, long time no see."

"Scarlett! Are you alone?"

Quirrell had stopped stuttering and subconsciously tilted his head to look towards where Moon was hiding.

After finding that there was no one else, he looked at Moon.

"Yes, I am the only one."

Seeing Moon so calm, Quirrell became suspicious.

He took a few steps back and carefully observed the places around him where he could hide.

Moon just stood there.

He had plenty of time to leave just now.

But after seeing Quirrell pointing his wand at Harry, he chose to stay.

However, Moon was also very clear that it was obviously impossible to subdue Quirrell with his own strength.

The best way is to invite external help.

So Bengbeng had already been sent out by him at this time.

What Moon needs to do now is to delay the opponent as much as possible.

"Professor, haven't you always wanted to guide me? You also said you could solve my problems."

Moon had been wearing a thick mask on his face, and his voice was not as clear as before. Fortunately, the mask also covered the panic in his voice.

"Of course, but you kept raising your wand towards the professor. This doesn't mean you want to learn from him."

Qi Luo's heart was also beating fast.

If the master behind him had not reminded him just now, he might not have been able to dodge that [Invisible Divine Edge].

Quirrell had never seen a student cast a spell so quickly.

This was much more fierce than what he had seen in the duel competition.

And Quirrell could clearly feel it.

The [Invisible Divine Edge] just now was clearly aimed at his neck.

This kind of spell that aims to kill with one blow and is full of murderous aura can definitely not be the magic taught in Hogwarts.

"Oh, sorry, professor. I thought you were some bad guy, so I took action in advance."

"Can you put your wand down now?"

Quirrell narrowed his eyes slightly.

He kept staring at the wand in Moon's hand and the defense badge on his chest.

He was confident that he could subdue Moon more quickly.

But that badge is a major nuisance.

"Um, Professor, don't you think it's inconvenient to talk like this? Maybe I can help you clean up these ghost-face mushrooms."

Moon said this, pointing with his left hand at the potted plant of Sleepy Face Fungus at the root of the Devil's Snare.

The wand in his right hand was still held.

"Don't worry about these little things."

Quirrell said as he casually sent out a [Blazing Flame].

More than thirty pots of water lily mushrooms were instantly ignited and burned rapidly.

Fortunately, Harry and the others were hung far away at this time, otherwise they would definitely have enjoyed the taste of being roasted.

"Well, now we can finally put down our wands and talk."

When all the sleeping mushroom pots completely disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

Quirrell removed the [Bubble Head Curse], untied the mask on his face, and smiled at Moon.

"I actually admire you very much, Mr. Scarlett, eh."

Quirrell paused for a moment, then quickly added.

"Or rather, it is my master who appreciates you more."

Quirrell was actually very anxious.

After all, he didn't know how much time was left for him.

But now all his actions are controlled by others, and he can only follow the orders behind his head.

"I see. I wonder if I might have the honor of meeting your master, Professor?"

Moon didn't know whether he had forgotten or for some other reason.

He never took off his thick mask.

"My master is not"

Before Quirrell could finish his sentence, the hoarse voice sounded again.

"Meet him!"

"All right, Master."

Quirrell said as he glared at Moon coldly, then raised his hand to untie the cloth wrapped around his head.

As dozens of brown and black strips of cloth fell, Quirrell turned his back to Moon.

"Mr. Scarlett, I've actually wanted to meet you for a long time."

Seeing these strange scenes, Moon's breathing tightened.

He wanted to say something, but held it back.

Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a hideous and terrifying face.

His face was as white as chalk, his eyes were red and glowing, and below them were two long, snake-like nostrils.

This thing looked even more terrifying and disgusting than the bloody monster Moon had seen on the archipelago.

"I know you want to delay, but Dumbledore is far away in London right now. By the time he comes back, I will have already left."

The pair of red eyes glared at Moon.

It seemed as if in an instant, she saw through all his thoughts.

Only then did Moon finally confirm the other party's true identity.

The mysterious man mentioned by Ron, the only enemy that Dumbledore needs to take seriously.

Dark Lord: Voldemort.

And Voldemort really didn't seem to be worried about Dumbledore coming back.

As he spoke, he walked back and forth in the corridor unscrupulously.

It seemed like he was showing off, but also like he was putting pressure on Moon.

"Come with me, Scarlett. I can remove the curse from you, teach you the most powerful black magic in the world, and even grant you respected and supreme power."

"Master, this."

Quirrell interjected at this point, but was immediately rebuked by Voldemort.

"Shut up! If you hadn't failed to steal the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts, would we have needed all this trouble?"

"Master, I know I was wrong."

Quirrell responded quickly, then immediately lowered his head.

This also allowed Voldemort to hold his head high and look at Moon with contempt.

"See? Scarlett, this is the benefit of power. Everyone will bow down to you. As long as you follow me, you will also have this power."

I wonder if he really saw through Moon's deep desire.

Voldemort kept describing to Moon the various benefits that came with power, magic, and status.

"Okay, I promise you, but can you let my friends go first?"

Moon spoke, still holding the wand in his hand.

"Them? Oh, these two can! But not Harry Potter."

Voldemort said, shaking his head slightly.

Before Moon could ask the reason, his voice became ferocious and terrifying again.

"It's because of him that I've become like this. Only vapor and shadow remain, not even a soul."

"This forced me to share a body with someone else to regain some of my strength."

As Voldemort spoke, he stared fiercely at Harry who was hanging in the air by the Devil's Snare.

"The Boy Who Lived."

“I made him what he is.”

"Now, it's time for him to return it to me!"

(End of this chapter)