Chapter 336 Lao Fu: Who Made This Level! !

I have finally waited for this day

Voldemort would not doubt his power, but he would always be afraid of Dumbledore.

If he didn't have confidence in himself, Voldemort wouldn't have come under Dumbledore's nose to plot anything. He returned to Hogwarts this year for several purposes.

The first is for the magic stone. For him now, the magic stone is the best tool to extend his life, and he wants to get it.

Second, he has been hiding for too long. For the past ten years, he has been hiding in the dark forest like a rat in the gutter to regain his strength. This kind of life made him resentful. Those who followed him back then thought he was dead. Well, if he doesn't show up to show his presence, then he may not get another chance.

Third, in order to take a look at the Mr. Savior who brought himself to such a disadvantage. Voldemort thought about it for ten years, but he still couldn't figure out why he failed in the first place and why he couldn't kill a child. What was so special about this child? He wanted to understand him.

After more than half a year of close observation, Voldemort didn't see anything special about that child. The boy named Harry was far less intelligent than he was back then, and his performance in all aspects was mediocre. He also had a weird habit of exercising boringly. From every angle, he is an ordinary wizard child. Voldemort doesn't know why he lost, and he doesn't think he will lose again in the future - he has regained confidence in himself to rise again.

As for the second purpose, he has also secretly made arrangements. He believes that his true and loyal servants will find him again.

Then in the end, there is only one purpose left - to take away the magic stone.

Voldemort's time is running out, because he can feel that Quirrell's life is running out, and he must take countermeasures as soon as possible.

Voldemort knew that Dumbledore knew that he was right under his nose, but he was confident that he could not be killed. At the critical moment, he drained Quirrell's body energy and escaped from Hogwarts.

But measures to reduce accidents are still necessary.

Tonight, Dumbledore will receive an urgent letter sent by an owl from the Ministry of Magic and head to London. That is his back-up, and Voldemort decides to take action tonight.

The Philosopher's Stone was hidden behind the corridor on the fourth floor by Dumbledore. This was a bait. Dumbledore was luring him into taking the bait. Voldemort knew this very well. Dumbledore must have some ulterior motive. This was Conspiracy, even if Voldemort knew there was a trap, he would still break into it.

For this reason, he also went to great lengths to steal a dragon egg, but fortunately, it was all worth it.

In the room, a huge harp played automatically under the influence of magic, and the disgusting big dog had already fallen asleep. Stupid Hagrid didn't lie. No, Voldemort was familiar with Hagrid. That idiot didn't know how to do it. Liar.

"Master, I'm going in." Quirrell said as he looked at the dark hole in front of him. Quirrell himself was still very nervous. He was not a brave person.

"Go in, don't worry about anything, Dumbledore won't set any deadly traps in his school." Voldemort's hoarse voice came from behind Quirrell's head.

Quirrell remembered what Dumbledore said at the staff meeting at the beginning of the school year: ["An old friend of mine asked me to keep something for him. I plan to hide it in the school's safe house, but I'm worried that it will Some naughty students couldn't help but ran in curiously. I need your help to come up with some ideas and set up a few levels. Well, this is a voluntary registration. Professors who have ideas can contact me later."]

After that, Quirrell volunteered to give his opinion. He was not sure how many professors had taken over Dumbledore's task, but the four deans certainly could not escape.

So what he has to face next is the blocking levels designed by at least four professors.

Quirrell jumped down.

Under the guidance of Voldemort, Quirrell learned the skill of flying. He stretched out his wand and illuminated the surroundings. It was a very long tunnel. After floating for a while, he saw the ground. Circles of plant vines avoided his wand. the light on.

"Devil's net?" Quirrell floated aside and ignored the pile of plants. Only children would be entangled in these plants. Is the so-called level so simple? Quirrell couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Quirrell shook his head and continued to walk forward. The environment here turned into an underground cave, and he could even hear the sound of underground water. Quirrell remembered that this was not like this before, and he did not know that this was Hogwarts. Somewhere underground.

As he walked, he came to a large, spacious room. When Quirrell stepped in, the room instantly became brightly lit, and then "buzz--" hundreds of "birds" flew from the walls. Standing up, Quirrell looked intently and found that they were keys with flapping wings.

Quirrell came to the flash door. The door was locked. He tried several spells but couldn't open it. Then he frowned and looked at the sky.

"Are you going to find the key from here? What a funny game." Quirrell turned to look aside and said with a gloomy expression: "You also prepared a broomstick? Is this a trick to tease children?"

Quirrell felt offended. These levels were simply for coaxing children, or did Dumbledore never think that he would steal the Sorcerer's Stone?

Quirrell shook his wand, and a sky-blue key struggled to fly into his hand. Quirrell grabbed it hard, stuffed it into the keyhole, pushed open the locked door and entered the second room. room.

The second room was also dark, but as soon as Quirrell stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, illuminating a scene that surprised Quirrell.

This was a huge chessboard with mountains and water on it. Quirrell recognized it. This was the chessboard for the monster cards that the little devils liked to play the most.

Do you need to win a game of chess to pass? Are you kidding? Quirrell sneered. He had never played this game before, so he decided to pass the level violently. He used the Disillusionment Curse on himself, and Shi Shiran flew over without triggering any mechanism, and arrived very smoothly. In front of the next door.

"Oh, that's all." Quirrell felt that he was so stupid, to actually worry about what difficult levels would be left behind by professors who didn't dare to kill chickens, and that was it? Not as good as the troll I captured! Speaking of which, it should be my troll's turn. I'm going to give that stupid big guy a gourd in his head.

"?" Quirrell pushed the door open and found that there was nothing behind the door, nothing. Quirrell walked forward in confusion, and soon came to the next door.

"Nothing? What's going on?" Then Quirrell touched the wooden door, a light blue barrier lit up in front of him, and text appeared on the screen:

[Please choose the correct answer from the following options: Question 1, what will you get by adding narcissus root powder to mugwort infusion? A. Life and death water B. Salt soda water C. Toilet water】

"." Quirrell shook his head, tapped option A with his wand, and laughed angrily: "Are you really playing house with the brat? Master, do we think too highly of the professors at Hogwarts?"

Ten minutes later, Quirrell had completed the fifty-eighth question. He wiped the sweat from his hands and said tremblingly: "Master, may I ask which word in the runes has a floating effect?"

Voldemort cursed in a hoarse voice: "It's [ ]! Idiot, don't you even understand this?"

Quirrell quickly made his choice. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but when he saw the new question, he stammered and said, "Master, I don't know how to do this question either."

"Idiot! Idiot! Ravenclaw should be ashamed of you! Turn around! It's me!!"

Quirrell silently handed over control of his body and handed over the task of answering questions to Lao Fu.

Then

Half an hour later.

On the back of Quirrell's pale head, Voldemort's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox. He yelled angrily: "This is the level created by that bastard!!!"

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