Chapter 52
Chapter 52 Alvin: It'S Not A Good Thing To Say
"It's you! Gaunt!"
Quirrell looked at Alvin in horror, not expecting Harry to be the only one who finally entered the room.
There is actually such a handsome shit stick as Alvin.
He clearly drank the correct potion to the point where only one person's weight was enough!
Oh, this person has a phoenix, that's fine.
"Idiot! Turn your head away!"
Another voice suddenly appeared on Quirrell's body, startling Harry.
"Yes, esteemed master."
Quirrell replied respectfully, then turned around and slowly took off his scarf, revealing a terrifyingly small head.
Harry felt like he was being watched by a terrifying monster, and he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.
Even Alvin next to him was disgusted. It wasn't the back of Quirrell's head, but a dead chalk-like face with two terrible bright red eyes.
Most importantly, he has no nostrils.
Alvin had long known that Voldemort was on the back of Quirrell's head, but he didn't expect it to be a hundred times uglier than in the movie.
"Harry Potter."
"Look at what I've become," said the face,
"I even need to borrow other people's bodies, but there are always people who will let me into their hearts and minds."
The face turned slowly to Alvin again.
"Alvin Gaunt. After all, I'm still your elder."
"My mother is also from the Gaunt family, I know your talent, surrender to me, you will be my right-hand man!"
Alvin was happy to hear this.
"Friends… No, Voldemort, I'm not happy to say this, I'm an excellent student of all-round development of intellectual, physical, and aesthetics at Hogwarts!"
Voldemort thought Alvin was afraid of Dumbledore and continued to speak.
"Don't worry, Dumbledore's immortal…"
"boom!"
An explosive fireball blasted towards Voldemort from in front of Alvin.
Alvin was too lazy to listen to Voldemort's nonsense, and directly smashed his face with a fireball.
Voldemort didn't expect the little wizard in front of him to be so ignorant of martial arts, and he didn't react for a while. When he recovered, the fireball was about to hit him.
In desperation, Voldemort could only dodge the attack with a very embarrassing roll.
"Is this the Dark Lord?"
Alvin sneered mercilessly, but the thing in his hand was not slow at all, and he waved his wand.
The three spells are like Voldemort in the finished glyph.
This time, Voldemort was not careless, and directly released three spells that accurately hit Alvin's three attacks.
"Do you really think I couldn't beat you last time in Ban Lin!"
Voldemort roared, he was only careless last time, did not expect this younger generation to have such strong magic power. The Avada Suo Life Spell that can defeat oneself head-on.
"Harry, go to the Mirror of Erised and get the Philosopher's Stone. I'll deal with him!"
Alvin ignored Voldemort's roar and commanded Harry.
Harry hurried to the Mirror of Erised after hearing this.
Voldemort did not stop him, after all, his plan was to obtain the Philosopher's Stone through Harry Potter.
"Shen Feng has no shadow!"
Two invisible air blades attacked Voldemort, very concealed.
With his keen sense, Voldemort avoided only one.
But another attack did hit his thigh.
"what!"
A scream came from behind Professor Quirrell, probably because the body was not Voldemort's, and he didn't feel anything.
It's just that Quirrell is suffering.
"Damn!"
Voldemort summoned a cloud of black mist, and the injury on the repairer's body, although there was no pain, also affected the movement of this body.
Voldemort felt that the Alvin in front of him was outrageous. From the few short confrontations just now, Voldemort clearly felt that the power of Alvin's spell was much stronger, and he released it at will.
It can't go on like this, Voldemort is secretly anxious, not sure when Dumbledore will come.
"My servant, Quirrell, give me your all!"
After he finished speaking, despite Quirrell's objection, the black mist he summoned filled his body, and Quirrell let out bursts of screams.
Alvin frowned, although Voldemort is not in his prime now, but there are a lot of crooked ways.
He has seen the introduction of this kind of magic from the forbidden book area, directly squeezing the vitality of the wizard, and breaking out the magic power far beyond the normal in a short period of time.
It is similar to the method of disintegrating the demons in fantasy novels.
Sure enough, at the top of Voldemort's wand, wisps of fiery red flames emerged, and the magical energy lingered on the ground and expanded wildly. Formed a flame python.
The flame python snaked towards Alvin.
At this moment, Furui above Alvin's head let out a long cry, carrying a golden phoenix flame, and met the fiery python. *