A Song of Ice and Fire: The Magic Empire of the Plane Where the Song Begins

Obviously, Voldemort caught the inspiration and thought of the magic he used when he was officially resurrected in the original book.

The flesh of servants, the bones of fathers, the blood of enemies.

Voldemort, who was once illustrious, could get the flesh of his servants as long as he found a few Death Eaters who were not arrested in those days.

The father he killed with his own hands was still buried in the old house of the Riddle family, and his father's bones can also be found.

As for the blood of the enemy, there are too many people who can be called the enemies of Voldemort.

But since Voldemort wants to be resurrected, he must use the best way to resurrect him.

Voldemort has been thinking about why he failed in the past ten years since he was counterattacked by his own magic.

Recently, while Harry was in class, Voldemort used Quirrell's body to search for Harry more than once.

Although Harry was a very gifted child, he was only one year old at the time and was unwilling to have the strength to fight back against himself.

However, when he was close to Harry, Voldemort felt a vague sense of magical repulsion, which gave him an idea.

The protective spell that Harry's mother cast with her life before her death protected Harry from the attack of the death curse.

Voldemort always remembered the half of the prophecy he got from Snape back then.

Harry is his mortal enemy.

If he could be resurrected with the blood of his mortal enemy, and continue the protective magic flowing in Harry's body into his own body, would he also be immune to some powerful black magic?

Previously, if you could get the Philosopher's Stone, restoring your own body was the best plan.

But I couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone in front of me, so I decided to do the next best thing and create a new body.

Then of course Voldemort had to build a better body.

That's why Voldemort asked Quirrell to take Harry's blood, or even kill Harry by the way.

The worst is that Quirrell is discovered, then he will give up Quirrell's body, pay a price, and escape as a ghost.

Anyway, he has a Horcrux, and Dumbledore can't keep himself.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.

Although he didn't know Voldemort's intentions very well, the master spoke, and Quirrell immediately put down the note, took his staff, and returned along the same path.

Rushing out of the corridor on the third floor, Quirrell recalled where Harry might be now.

The key is the urgency of time.

Those professors who went to clear the secret room didn't know when they would come back, Quirrell now wanted to find Harry in the shortest time possible.

It's best not to arouse suspicion from the students, so I'm afraid there is no chance to kill Harry, to prevent the students from blocking him.

Then quickly left the school, walked out of the space blockade of Hogwarts, and quickly apparated to leave.

Quirrell roughly estimated that Quirrell had paid attention to Harry's first-year Gryffindor class schedule.

When several deans went to explore the secret room, they did not issue a notice of martial law.

Except for the courses of the deans themselves, the rest of the classes are still taught according to the usual timetable.

Quirrell remembered that this class should probably be flying.

Time was limited, Quirrell strode to the playground, his eyes quickly scanning the brooms flying in the air.

Soon, Quirrell found the first-year Gryffindor flying in the air.

Today, Harry has become a first-year Seeker who joined the Gryffindor varsity team.

Quirrell stepped forward and said hello to Mrs. Hooch, the flying professor~www.readwn.com~ and said that he had something to do with Harry Potter.

They are all teachers in the same school, so of course I have to give this face.

Madam Hooch whistled, loudly telling Harry to come down.

Harry held down his broom, took a dive, slowed down in time, and landed firmly on the grass.

Even Mrs. Hooch admitted that Harry was a natural adept at flying.

Mrs. Hooch told Harry that Professor Quirrell had something to do with him.

Quirrell nodded, a little anxious.

He also had to get out of here as soon as he took some of Harry's blood, and he didn't know when Dumbledore would appear.

Quirrell took Harry away for a short distance, time was running out, Quirrell didn't have much time to go far or gossip:

"Potter, something needs to get rid of you.

The subject of the next class of Defense Against the Dark Arts class needs, I need to collect a little blood from you, and use it in the next class. "

With that said, Quirrell held the needle in one hand, waiting for Harry to react, and grabbed Harry's wrist with the other, ready to go to collect blood.

The moment Quirrell's hand touched Harry's skin, Professor Quirrell's hand was as painful as it was touching a soldering iron.

Quirrell couldn't help but let go of his hands and start howling.

Quirrell's hand immediately began to smoke, as if it had been charred and petrified at the same time, and the entire hand began to weather away.

This is also Quirrell's carelessness. After Voldemort's possession, Quirrell was also within the range of bloodline protection magic.

The magic that Lily cast reacted to Voldemort's soul inside Quirrell, directly causing part of Quirrell's body to collapse.

Quirrell threw away the needle in his hand, grabbed his wrist, and wailed.

At this time, a cold voice commanded:

"Quickly kill him!"