Chapter 287: Chapter 116: Battle Against the Black Demon King! Fleeing in Panic! (Part 5)
"Who exactly are you!"
He questioned in shock and uncertainty.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, blue claws pierced the air, shredding Voldemort’s ugly face and the endless darkness brought by the black mist, revealing the sky outside.
"Just a junior who wants to use you as nourishnt to aid my cultivation... nothing more." Sunlight shone upon the war-torn earth, with a hint of golden brilliance scattering on the Little Wizard’s face.
The flas consud the black mist.
And completely dispelled the darkness.
But they did not stop, because among the black mist, there was no soul fragnt of Voldemort, only so will of Voldemort’s soul fragnt, then the fiery beasts turned into ferocious giant beasts and began to search in the Forbidden Forest.
Voldemort’s soul fragnt was escaping quickly.
He clearly had a backup plan, either his magic would kill the wizard hunting him, or his magic would buy him so precious ti to escape.
Feeling his magic being obliterated as if it were nothing, Voldemort’s soul fragnt frantically fled, as if realizing sothing, filled with terror and horror.
"It’s Dumbledore! That insidious hypocrite!"
"It must be him! He must have taken Polyjuice Potion to deliberately lure !"
Obviously.
Voldemort’s soul fragnt misunderstood so things, which made his inner panic even more intense, fleeing towards what might be his only chance of survival with all his might.
Over ten kiloters away.
"Master, the Master has lost contact again..." Quirrell finally did so cover-up work stealthily entered the Forbidden Forest, wanting to et with the Black Demon King who had reconnected with him.
Having only received the notification and order to co to the Forbidden Forest, with no other information, he had to search for possessed creatures in one cave after another based on guesses about the Black Demon King’s state. Holding his Magic Wand cautiously checking a cave, Quirrell didn’t notice a shadow lunging at him from behind.
"My servant! My servant!"
Wakened by a Dumbledore-phobia, Voldemort’s soul fragnt, worried about "Dumbledore" finding him at any mont, rushed towards Quirrell without a mont’s hesitation.
He just wanted to hide within a creature, to temporarily avoid the fate of being discovered. Therefore, without further ado, Voldemort plunged into Quirrell’s body, who was turned away from him.
"Ah!"
Quirrell scread in fright as he was ambushed.
"Shut up, you fool! It’s !"
Voldemort’s voice echoed in Quirrell’s mind, calming the panicked Quirrell slightly, as he felt Voldemort’s soul enter his body.
"Run quickly!"
At Voldemort’s reminder, he wanted to leap onto the back of Quirrell’s head.
However.
The burden of the previous magic was too great, and now the exhausted soul no longer had the strength, the noseless face could only gradually manifest where he entered.
On Quirrell’s butt.
Feeling sothing unusual at his rear, Quirrell’s face flushed with embarrassnt, wanting to cover it but fearing his action would offend Voldemort and bring severe punishnt.
"Master... why are you..."
Quirrell stuttered, wanting to tactfully suggest Voldemort relocate his host position, but the extrely weak and fearful Voldemort did not let him finish his sentence.
"I told you to run!"
Voldemort almost roared in anger.
"Huh?"
Quirrell still felt a bit confused, despite the many dangerous creatures in the Forbidden Forest, even he should be relatively safe as long as he was careful.
"You fool! Get out of the cave! Look at the sky!" Voldemort’s voice rang in Quirrell’s mind, thankfully not from the buttocks.
"Okay, okay... Master." Quirrell hurriedly exited the not-so-deep cave, but as soon as he stepped out, he imdiately thought about crawling back in.
"Hiss! This... this..."
Quirrell gasped, his legs going weak, plopping down on the ground. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect Voldemort, but that he was indeed frightened by the outside change.
There above the Forbidden Forest.
Where it should have been sunny, countless fiery dragons were flying! They were angry and ferocious, roaring constantly, the beasts ford by Fiery Fire seed intent on devouring everything!
Utterly terrifying!
"Damn bastard! Stand up for !"
Voldemort felt a new humiliation being pressed down to the ground. However, seeing a fiery dragon swoop past the cave entrance where Quirrell was, he seed to realize sothing, quickly stopping Quirrell, who kept apologizing and was hastily attempting to stand up.
"Just sit there! Sit! Crawl back into the cave!!"
Between dignity and survival.
The Dark Wizard evidently made his choice.
He chose to endure humiliation and carry the burden.
The hatred towards Dumbledore grew even stronger in his heart.
...
In front of the small wooden house outside the Forbidden Forest.
"I didn’t expect Dumbledore to send you to assist . To be honest, Snape, I don’t trust you, you seem to
to be a complete Dark Wizard." Hagrid spoke with disdain, clutching the Giant Crossbow, glancing back at Yaya, who was barking madly at the big black bat ahead of them.
"With two unicorns missing in succession, who do you think would dare to attack a unicorn? Frankly, I would love to see you die in the Forbidden Forest, but evidently, Dumbledore thinks it’s not your ti yet." Snape sneered, mocking the Half-blood Giant before him.
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