Chapter 52: The Battle (1)

"It's you Mr. Gaunt"

Professor Quirrell shouted, looking terrified at Arthur. He hadn't expected that there would be someone else besides Harry entering the room.

He had clearly finished the correct potion, enough for only one person!

'Oh, this person has a phoenix. Well, that changes things.'

"You fool! Turn your head away!" Another voice suddenly arose from Professor Quirrell, startling Harry.

"Yes, my respected master," Professor Quirrell responded obediently, then turned around, slowly unwrapping the scarf to reveal a terrifyingly small head.

Harry felt like he was being stared at by a horrible monster, wanting to scream out loud but unable to make any sound.

Even Arthur beside him was disgusted. It wasn't Professor Quirrell's back of the head. It was a deathly pale face with two shining and horrifying crimson eyes.

Most importantly, he had no nose.

Arthur had known that Voldemort lived on the back of Professor Quirrell's head, but he hadn't expected it to be a hundred times uglier than in the movies.

"Harry Potter," the face spoke.

"You see what I have become."

"I even had to possess someone else's body, but there are always people willing to let me into their hearts and minds," the face slowly turned towards Arthur.

"Arthur Gaunt. After all, I am still your elder."

"My mother, also from the Gaunt family, I know of your talents. Submit to me, and you shall be my right-hand man!"

Arthur giggled when hearing this.

"Well, my elde... I mean, Voldemort, that's not something you should say. I am an amazing student at Hogwarts, thriving in intellect, physique, beauty, and work!"

Voldemort thought Arthur was fearing Dumbledore and continued speaking.

"You don't have to worry about that old fool Dumbledore..."

"Boom!"

An explosive fireball exploded from in front of Arthur, heading straight for Voldemort.

Arthur couldn't be bothered to listen to Voldemort's nonsense and directly cast a Fireball spell, hitting Voldemort's face.

Voldemort hadn't expected the young wizard in front of him to be so shameful and was shortly caught off guard. When he regained his senses, the fireball was about to strike him.

Voldemort had no choice but to crash and roll awkwardly to get out of the way of the attack.

"Is this the Dark Lord?" Arthur sneered without mercy, but his hands were quick as he waved his wand.

Three spells formed a finished shape and struck towards Voldemort.

This time, Voldemort wasn't careless. He directly released three precise curses that hit Arthur's three attacks.

"Do you really think I couldn't defeat you in the Forbidden Forest last time?"

Voldemort roared, realizing that he had underestimated his descendant.

He hadn't expected Arthur to possess such strong magical power, capable of directly overpowering his Killing Curse.

"Harry, go to the Mirror of Erised and retrieve the Philosopher's Stone. I'll deal with him!" Arthur completely ignored Voldemort's rage and said to Harry.

When hearing this, Harry hurriedly ran towards the Mirror of Erised.

Voldemort didn't interfere either since his plan also involved Harry Potter obtaining the Philosopher's Stone.

Then two invisible energy blades attacked Voldemort, extremely hidden.

Voldemort was able to avoid one of them thanks to his keen senses.

However, the other attack hit his thigh.

"Ah!"

A scream escaped from Professor Quirrell's mouth, as this body was not Voldemort's, so he didn't feel anything.

Only Professor Quirrell, the puppet, was suffering.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort summoned a black mist to repair the injuries on his body. Although he didn't feel pain, it still affected the movement of this body.

Voldemort felt that Arthur was extraordinary. In the short clashes, they had just now, Voldemort clearly sensed that Arthur's spell had become quite stronger and was unleashed easily.

'We can't continue like this anymore.'

Voldemort felt like he had to act quickly, and he didn't know when Dumbledore would come.

"My servant, Quirinus Quirrell, dedicate everything to me!"

Voldemort didn't care about Quirrell's concerns, so he called up a black mist that covered his whole body and made Professor Quirrell scream in pain.

Arthur frowned. Although Voldemort was not in his prime, he certainly had a skill for dark and twisted magic.

Arthur had come across the description of this kind of magic in the Forbidden Section of the library.

It directly drained the life force of wizards, allowing them to temporarily unleash magic far beyond their usual capabilities.

Sure enough, from the tip of Voldemort's wand, bursts of fiery red flames appeared, surrounded by dark magic, and spread wildly on the ground, forming a gigantic fiery serpent.

The fiery serpent slithered towards Arthur.

At that moment, Furry, on top of Arthur's head, let out a long cry and, with its golden phoenix flames, met the powerful fiery serpent head-on.

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