Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Can't you control your own **——

I'm going to kill her!

“Sniff…”

"Wow."

"If you don't run back and change your pants, Nagini will kill you."

The trembling girl ran away.

"Master!" The furious maid came out and stomped her feet on the small puddle of mud. "You think this is fun, don't you?!"

"Hey, people have three urgent needs."

"Mori Tsukisa."

“The ocean was high, and the ice cream price dropped when I was riding my bike.”

"Stop talking to me about useless things!"

Chapter 131 Highest Difficulty

The unicorn in the Forbidden Forest was killed a few days ago.

In fact, as early as half a month ago, some things had quietly changed the original fate of some people.

"I am right, Mr. Riddle."

The mercury mirror reflected a tall, thin, black-haired man. He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, grinning, holding a glass of blood-red wine in his hand. Quirinus Quirrell was sitting in a high-backed chair opposite him, with the purple ribbon wrapped around his head untied around his legs. On the back of his bald head, a deformed, ugly face was half-closed with its pink-purple eyelids.

Like a baby suffocating due to lack of oxygen.

"Why... did you come here?"

The voice of the face behind my head was dry and hoarse: "Wake up... me, and tell my servants... to stay away from the academy..."

"For your greater cause, Mr. Riddle. The Philosopher's Stone is a trap, a trap created by Albus Dumbledore."

"You know...what."

"Quite a lot." The man put down his glass: "I'm on your side - assuming you're willing to listen to my advice." He rubbed his fingers slowly, without showing any fear on his face.

The bones of the father were given without knowing it; the flesh and blood of the servants were offered voluntarily; the blood of the enemy was given under compulsion. This should have been the right way, but it left a huge hidden danger for the future.

—Harry Potter's blood.

His fingertips tapped on the shiny desktop with compact patterns. "I think someone as great as you would know another way to resurrect, but you must not take Harry Potter's blood."

The human face didn't respond, but let out a long, hoarse and strange sigh.

"Her blood is stained with the spell of Lily Evans—a spell of protection until death, a spell that requires the sacrifice of one's own life. Once you have her blood assimilated into your own, you will never be able to kill her yourself again."

He thought for a moment and said, "In other words, your life and hers will be connected as one." The man adjusted his sitting position, tilted his face, and said in a light tone, "I am telling you a secret, a secret that you may not know."

He lifted his black hair, his dark eyes slowly turned red, and something was spinning inside: "She has a fragment of your soul in her body. As for why, I think you should know."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

The expression on the deformed face became extremely hideous, and he howled meaningless phrases, causing Quirrell's expression to change along with it.

"I... just... know. Harry Potter..." He whispered in a low voice: "The spell reflected... I... lost a piece of my soul..."

Snapped.

The man opposite snapped his fingers. "That's right. So, you must not use her blood."

"What...is your purpose, stranger?"

"Call me Elliot, the great and awesome Lord Voldemort."

He stood up from the sofa in the mirror.

"When I help you, I am helping myself." Elliot bowed respectfully. "Give up the Philosopher's Stone and try another way. I will wait for you to return, to gather your servants and conquer the wizarding world - I will give you advice in my own way."

"Really..." Voldemort asked Quirrell to turn around: "Let me...let me take a good look at him."

The mercury mirror surface ripples like water.

"I feel a strong magic."

"Of course I'm not as good as you," Elliot bowed politely, "To be honest, my goal is also to conquer the wizarding world and kill a few people I hate - Harry Potter is one of them. I think my goal is the same as yours."

"Very well...if you need...my servant...what...to do...for you."

The black-haired man in the mirror nodded: "I hope to kill Harry Potter with my own hands. As smart as you are, you should have noticed that the man is beginning to be alert."

"Yes...ah. That...person. He is...suspicious..."

Elliot nodded: "I have only one goal: to kill Harry Potter with my own hands - I want to use this condition in exchange for my loyalty."

"Come...to me...Elliot."

"Of course, I will soon meet you and Mr. Quirrell. I am still waiting for you to give me the Dark Mark personally." Elliot raised his glass reverently: "Cheers to you, the great and invincible Dark Lord."

After a moment, the mirror returned to calm.

The man sneered, put down the cup, took out a handkerchief from his chest and wiped his fingertips in a reserved manner.

In front of him, the faint floating list was only visible to him.

"..."

"..."

"Entered the punishment dungeon world"

Single

Difficulty: Singularity

"In the world of punishment, you must complete all tasks."

"You have entered a world of the highest difficulty. After leaving, the mission reward coefficient is X10."

"Your only goal is to complete the mission and..."

"Survive."

"..."

"..."

"Task One: Destroy Voldemort's (Tom Marvolo Riddle) seven Horcruxes personally."

"Ring of Marvolo Gaunt (Completed)"

"Tom Riddle's Diary (Completed)"

"Slytherin Locket (Completed)"

"Hufflepuff Gold Cup (Unfinished)"

"Ravenclaw's Diadem (Unfinished)"

"Snake (Unfinished)"

Harry Potter (Unfinished)

"..."

"Mission 2: Help the Dark Lord to resurrect and join the Death Eaters (unfinished)"

"..."

"Task Three: Help the Death Eaters rule the wizarding world (based on the Dark Lord taking over the Ministry of Magic, the destruction of Hogwarts, and the death of Dumbledore)"

"..."

"Sixty days left."

"..."

It is too easy for the tasker to fool the Dark Lord while silently destroying the Horcrux on which he depends for survival - being able to play both sides is the first lesson that must be learned.

Elliot casually scrolled through the interface and read the mission brief. The 'main god space' he was in was very interesting: you could kill children and women and do all kinds of bad things; you could hold high the banner of justice and be a messenger of light - in terms of the camp, it seemed that a certain supreme being didn't care.

The reason why he came to the "Punishment Dungeon" is particularly interesting.

He insulted 'Him'.

Isn't this interesting? It just proves that the ruler of that 'space' is biased and has a high level of intelligence.

He didn't care whether the purpose of the space was to select warriors or a farce in the Colosseum, high-level or low-level, profound or boring. His only goal was to become stronger, stronger, and extremely powerful.

Then, go beyond this space.

Obviously, "Punishment Copy" is a very good shortcut.

Ten times the reward.

There was someone in this space who, with just two punishment copies, instantly surpassed the old man who had endured more than ten copies in strength.

This is a narrow shortcut reserved for gifted people.

It is also their ladder to heaven.

Elliot thought, playing with the wand in his hand.

Chapter 132 Ouch! Be more fierce!

Mori Yuesa held her first class as a teacher on the lawn outside the main castle.

She doesn't like staying in the dark and damp classroom.

"Come on, come on, kids." Clapping their hands, "Have you taken off your wizard robes? Stand in two rows." She didn't wear a black robe either, but a sweater with hollow shoulders. She rolled up her sleeves in an indecent way (Nagini's words), "Defense Against the Dark Arts course, who can tell me what the purpose of this course is?"

The students looked at each other in bewilderment. This professor... is so small.

"Defend against the dark arts!"

"So, what's the best way to defend against an attack?" Persuasion doesn't suit everyone. Draconi Malfoy exudes disgust. She wears a sparkly cream-white knit underneath - the sparkles are small gems on it; she wears a short skirt and long boots underneath.

"What are you showing off..." Ron rubbed the corner of his old clothes and pretended not to notice the contemptuous look from Draconian.

"I guess the best thing to do is to admit defeat before you attack, right?" Draconi crossed her arms, and the Slytherin children took her lead: "Stand on the side of the majority, so that you are always in an advantageous and safe position."

Ron sneered: "No wonder you are all fence-sitters."

"Well, at least I can afford new clothes, don't you think, Weasley."

His face turned red again.

Harry raised his hand obediently and helped his sister: "The best way is to either learn the solution to the opponent's spell in advance, or to avoid the attack of the spell."

"Correct answer! Three hundred points for Gryffindor!"

Slytherin Little Wizards: ...

You are cheating.

Mori Yuesha pulled her eyelids and made a face: "What does it matter? I am the teacher."

If you continue like this, you will soon no longer be one.

"Which of the two methods is more realistic?" Mori Yuesha shook her head, "Of course it's the latter, right? After all, you can't crush the enemy to death."

"What's the difference between running away and joining the enemy?" Draconi curled her lips: "You gloomy rabbit."

"That's called a tactical retreat - stop interrupting me while I'm peeing, or I'll deduct 200,000 points from Slytherin! You won't be able to earn them back even after you graduate!"

How dare she, how dare she do that in front of everyone——!!

Draconi Malfoy had a rouge face, bit her lip and said nothing.

Fortunately, no one really cares about what this nonsense 'big sister professor' said, otherwise...