Sensing Quirrell's undisguised resentment, Voldemort's desire to be resurrected became even stronger.
Just because he has no power, even such a humble wretch dares to express disrespect to the great Dark Lord. Now he can't wait to let this dog-like thing suffer torture immediately.
But now he can't do this. He wants to ensure that he is in the best condition and cannot use magic rashly before completing the ritual, so he can only suppress the urge to teach the idiot in front of him a lesson and draw a pie for Quirrell, trying to trick him.
Drink it yourself.
Seeing the glass tube, Ani's hands clenched tightly. Even if he used the dryness of life to delay Quirrell's life, without the unicorn blood to replenish energy, Tom would be unable to ensure the full use of his own power. p>
He has always wondered why the Dark Lord suddenly gave up his pursuit of the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and now the answer is revealed.
The glass tube that Burke traded to him contained the blood of the unicorn.
In Aini's induction, after the stretching spell was cast, there was at least half the health of an adult unicorn.
This means that in other places, another pure creature passed away innocently, just for 800 Galleons.
It is undeniable that 800 galleons is not a small amount in the magic world, but it is not a sky-high price, less than one-fifth of the price of a Firebolt.
But just like that, the life that Aini loved withered away, anger filled his entire chest, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.
Tom Marvolo Riddle, Caractacus Bock, must-kill!
As for Quirrell, Ani looked at him contemptuously, saying he was just a dying wretch and he had no chance to kill him.
Under the temptation of the only way out, Quirrell gave in. He picked up the glass tube and slowly moved it to his lips.
Hidden behind the illusion, Aini quietly watched another extremely powerful curse entangled towards the Two-Face Man, with no intention of interrupting.
This is also part of Dumbledore's plan, even if Tom can use special means to transfer most of the curse to Quirrell.
But as long as this kind of top-level curse entangles him in the slightest, all associated souls will be contaminated, leading him step by step towards a complete end.
No wonder Dumbledore was able to die gracefully in the original work. It turns out that Voldemort's failure was already doomed at the beginning of the story. The difference was just how long he could struggle and how much damage he caused.
And how important are these to an old man who is already discouraged and just wants to explore death and reunite with his deceased family members as soon as possible?
After drinking the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's aura gradually became stronger, and Voldemort also stretched his body on the back of his head. The full sense of power made them extremely intoxicated.
But what followed was an extreme coldness that seemed to embody all the malice in the world.
A more powerful curse invaded the body that was full of dry traces of life, just like water soaking dry sand. The two quickly interacted and merged, and a more terrifying aura spread out from Quirrell.
Voldemort also broke free from the back of Quirrell's head bit by bit, stretched out his thin, flat and deformed arm and grabbed the wand in his hand, and the wand flew into Tom's weird hand with a "whoosh" sound.
Quirrell was in the chaos of life and death, unaware of it.
The connection between them became smaller and smaller, and Voldemort tried his best to attract the life energy in Quirrell's body.
Even with Quirrell as a filter, some of the curse's power still took root in that deformed body along with the life energy.
From a perspective that Voldemort couldn't see, gray chains passed through his soul, leaving an unknown mark on it.
A few breaths later, when Voldemort felt that the curse in his body had reached the upper limit that he could suppress, he decisively stopped absorbing life energy.
The arm holding the wand waved and shook, and the faint shadow of the scythe flashed past, severing the last connection between him and Quirrell.
"Repent in despair, stupid servant." After waving his wand to stop his bleeding, Voldemort turned into black smoke and knocked open the final door, flying into it without hesitation, without even looking at Quirrell again.
It is no pity to discard it like worn out shoes.
After severing contact with Voldemort, Quirrell also lost all his strength and fell backwards. After rolling twice, his whole body erupted in obscure flames. The strange color made Aini's mouth dry.
He couldn't tell what color it was. He had never seen this kind of flame, and there was no description that could match it.
But at this moment, Aini had no desire to explore. He just wanted to stay far away from Quirrell's remains. He didn't want to be tainted by that kind of flame.
Just when Aini was about to leave the room first, the flame disappeared.
Yes, it just disappeared, not extinguished.
Just when it was burning most vigorously, just as it appeared without warning, it disappeared inexplicably.
Only a shallow layer of ashes was left on the spot, as well as a farthest piece of clothes.
In fact, when Harry and the others came here, Ani hadn't recovered yet.
It wasn't until I saw the little witch running over with a pure smile on her face that she felt she had been cured.
"Didn't Harry meet that person? It's really great." When Ani said that Harry was safe, the little witch believed him without any doubt.
"He met Voldemort, but..." Aini's expression became more and more strange, and he didn't know how to describe Harry's current experience.
There are marks left by him in the last room, which allows Aini to "see" everything that happened inside.
Having obtained supplies from Quirrell, Mr. Riddle seems to be in good condition, with all kinds of magic at his fingertips, and Harry poses no threat to him.
But here's the problem, he can't hurt the child either.
Not to mention touching the boy, without Quirrell present, even the spell cast by Voldemort either failed or bounced back after touching Harry.
For a while, Voldemort tried to use various magics to subdue Harry, but it was all in vain until now.
Not long ago, Harry subconsciously launched an attack when he saw Voldemort.
I am afraid that anyone who enters a strange room and suddenly sees such a large maggot with arms and legs will throw everything at hand.
Fortunately, the little wizard only lost a few magic spells and did not throw the wand at him in panic.
But there was no difference. Voldemort easily defused Harry's offensive, and then launched a fierce counterattack.
At that time, his idea was that he would take action anyway, so let’s stop talking nonsense and subdue this kid first.
So now Mr. Riddle regrets it so much, he might as well try to use his prestige at that time to see if he can scare this boy with his words.
Harry was extremely scared at first. The magic he could use could not cause any trouble to the devil. The fear of death gripped his heart for a while.
But as he was hit by Voldemort's magic one after another, the boy discovered that the other party's magic was completely powerless, and gradually began to become bolder.
Since you are so weak, don't blame me for being tough.