Harry Potter: It's just a billion points of dark magic

"Let's go!" Lester took the lead into the next room, followed closely by Malfoy and Neville.

The first few levels are children's toys set by Hogwarts professors for Harry, but the last level is the most critical.

Because Harry is about to face the greatest enemy in his life, that is Voldemort! ,

"Neville, after you go in later, you may see a strange man with black mist all over his body. Don't hesitate at that time, just make up some awesome spells, and you'll be done with him!"

Neville nodded seriously, Lester is his big brother now, he will do whatever Lester asks him to do.

In the last large room, Professor Quirrell also revealed his true colors.

"Quirrell, how could it be you, Snape?!" Harry couldn't believe his eyes, the one who wanted to throw the Sorcerer's Stone was actually the evil nemesis of the wizarding world, Ron's good teacher, Professor Quirrell!

"Why is it me?!" Quirrell said with a sinister smile, "Harry Potter, why can't it be me? If it wasn't for your idiot classmates who found Aurors, I'm afraid I would have succeeded long ago!"

Thinking of the experience in the Forbidden Forest that night, Quirrell felt very pained. He was chased and beaten by a group of lunatics, and his little magic power was completely consumed.

Harry's eyes widened, and he took a few steps back again and again: "You are. You are that blood-sucking monster who bewitched the centaur?!"

"The blood-sucking monster that bewitched the centaur?" Quirrell's expression froze, a little confused. When would he bewitch the centaur.

But now is not the time to ask questions, the task assigned by the master is the most critical.

"Don't talk so much nonsense!" Quirrell said viciously, and waved his wand at Harry, and a silent disarming spell hit Harry.

Harry's thin body was immediately sent flying, and hit the wall fiercely. Before the pain was too late, Harry turned around and ran away.

The Philosopher's Stone was in his pocket, and he had to take it out.

Looking at Harry who was running away, Quirrell dismissed it and waved his wand: "The flames are blazing!"

Suddenly, a burst of flames shot out from Quirrell's wand, which quickly became a flame circle, enclosing himself and Harry in it.

The raging flames scorched the air, making crackling noises, and Harry's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Potter, hand over the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell walked quickly towards Harry, pressing his wand firmly against Harry's temple.

Harry gritted his teeth and roared, "I didn't, I don't know what you're talking about!"

At this moment, Harry suddenly felt as if his head had exploded, and a cold voice came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"Quirrell, he's lying, the Philosopher's Stone is in his pocket!"

The voice was like the moan of a devil, and the words in his mouth made Harry's face turn pale, and he clutched his pocket tightly.

"Good master!" Quirrell had a smug smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold: "Potter, then, goodbye!"

A green light emerged from Quirrell's wand, and Harry was a little out of breath from the breath of death.

"Avada"

"Create the world!"

boom!

A huge roar resounded through the entire fourth floor, and even the little wizards who were watching the theater in the hall were all terrified.

I saw a huge fiery ax shot out from Neville's wand, and then rushed towards Quirrell violently.

"Wori?!" Quirrell was shocked, and he had no time to react, and was directly sent flying.

The magic wand and clothes in his hand were burned into air the moment they came into contact with the giant ax of Fiercefire.

This is not over yet, after Qi Luo was knocked into the air, Fierce Fire ignited behind him, constantly eroding his body.

"ah!!!"

"ah!!!"

Two screams came out from Quirrell's body together, making people unable to bear goosebumps.

"Neville, why is it you?!" Harry looked back, just in time to see Neville walking towards Quirrell with a straight face.

"Professor Quirrell, you are so disappointing!" Neville said calmly with a strong and invincible expression.

Quirrell raised his head in pain, and looked at Neville in disbelief: "Are you Neville Longbottom?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Quirrell's voice gradually became cold, and the air nearby became extremely cold.

"Neville Longbottom, Neville Longbottom, the child of the prophecy, hahahaha." Quirrell, or Voldemort, had an extremely hoarse voice, and he was unwilling to fate.

"Savior, it's you, Longbottom, you're hiding so deep!"

Neville was stunned, he didn't know what Quirrell was going to say, what kind of savior, isn't that Harry Potter? What's the matter with Neville?

"Wait for me, Longbottom, Potter, I will definitely be back!"

There was endless killing intent in Voldemort's eyes, and he stared at Neville fiercely, as if he wanted to keep his appearance firmly in his heart.

When Neville was watched, he just felt his heart shudder, it was too scary, even scarier than Professor Snape.

Then, with a wave of Voldemort's hand, he turned into a cloud of black mist and fled the scene.

"Longbottom, Potter, and that damned Mudblood, by the way, there's Malfoy too, you all wait for me, I will definitely take revenge on you!"

The incomparable resentment in Voldemort's heart was only a little bit short, and he could come back again and rule the wizarding world.

It's all the damn brats' fault.

Thinking of this, Voldemort quickly took out the tunnel, wanting to leave Hogwarts, but he never expected that just after he ran out of the trapdoor, he saw almost thousands of little wizards waiting outside.

Voldemort: "."

Through the live broadcast just now, everything that happened below was relayed truthfully.

When the little wizards on the fourth floor saw Quirrell being beaten away by Neville, they spontaneously blocked the door to stop the monster.

"Children, get out of the way, it's me, we are." Voldemort said to the Slytherin students with an anxious expression on his face.

For some reason, most of the students standing in front were Slytherins. Voldemort thought he had some face in Slytherins, so he planned to announce his name.

Unexpectedly, before Voldemort finished speaking, several disarming curses came towards him. If Voldemort hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have been blown away long ago.

"Fuck, fuck him to death, how dare you provoke Brother Lai!"

"Fuck him to death, Awada bah, disarm you!"

Voldemort: "."

When did the people in Slytherin become so crazy? Wasn't this college full of old silver coins?

Why do you have to hit yourself with a spell now!

Seeing the curse coming towards him, Voldemort panicked and fled like a rat crossing the street.

And the little wizards behind were also in high spirits, chasing Voldemort one after another.