Chapter 90 The Urge to Grab Heads

Bang!

The collision came unexpectedly. Voldemort had never expected that someone would attack him from behind, and succeeded.

Not only did he fail to catch the Philosopher's Stone, but the continuous output of magic power was also forced to be interrupted. The spells of the two professors instantly overwhelmed Voldemort's killing curse and hit him.

"Ah!"

Voldemort screamed, and the severe pain made his whole body tremble.

He screamed with Quirrell's face, which was replaced on the back of his head, but he was much more miserable than Voldemort, with a hideous face and blood in his mouth and nose.

Voldemort just felt the pain, and then his state declined several levels again, and he could abandon this body at any time.

But as the owner of the body, Professor Quirrell will be accompanied by this irreversible damage until death.

"Master, I can't hold on any longer." Professor Quirrell was incoherent and his voice was intermittent, exactly the same as his usual disguise.

But this time it was not a disguise, it was real.

"Shut up, you piece of shit.

You were still behind and didn't even notice the sneak attack." Voldemort cursed angrily, and then turned his attention to the figure that attacked him.

Not only him, but everyone looked at the white figure hovering in the air in astonishment.

"Is that... a dragon?" Hermione murmured.

"It should be!" Ron swallowed his saliva, "My brother sent some photos before, it is very similar to some young dragons, but... this is too cool!

I'm sure that even Charlie has never seen a dragon that is whiter and more sacred than a unicorn."

"Come here."

Aaron waved his hand, and the young dragon in the air flew down.

During the fall, the body quickly shrank and turned into the appearance of Abe, with a bright red gem in its mouth.

"Good boy, you did a good job.

I'll reward you with a turkey when you go back." Aaron patted its dragon head and took off the Philosopher's Stone.

"It's you." When Voldemort saw Abe, he thought of how he was kicked by it in the Forbidden Forest. He was so angry that he wanted to kill it immediately.

But he was now injured and his condition could not be described as bad.

Quirrell's body had entered the countdown to decay. He was powerless to retaliate even if he hated it. After calming down, he was also a little curious about this dragon.

In the magical world, dragons are the top magical animals, powerful but rare.

But this does not mean that there is no chance to see it, but it is the first time he has seen a dragon that has never appeared before and can freely control its size. It is definitely unique.

"Isn't it that? Doesn't it look familiar?" Aaron teased, "Originally I thought Abe didn't need to do it, but your strength forced me to do it.

Luckily, I succeeded."

"Humph! This is not luck.

You grasped the timing very accurately, using the Philosopher's Stone as bait, I couldn't refuse." Voldemort looked at Abe, who was completely different from the mighty and domineering just now, "What kind of creature is that?

You have been in school for more than half a year. If it is a dragon, it should not have grown to the size just now."

"As expected of the Dark Lord, you can find the key point at once."

Aaron also knew that with so many people here, Abe's identity must be hidden.

After thinking for a while, he pretended to explain: "It's normal that you don't know. It is one of the inheritances of our family, but it happened to be hatched in my generation.

It only recognizes the blood of my family, but it grows very slowly."

"That's really an honor!" Voldemort laughed grimly, "It's worth the trip to see such a creature before this body is destroyed."

After the voice fell, Quirrell, who was at the back of his head, panicked, "Master, you can't give up on me, I am your most loyal slave, I..."

"Shut up!

The Dark Lord will not give up his loyal servants." Voldemort said coldly, "It's not that I haven't failed before, but I will never die. When I return, I may give you a new life."

"Thank you, Master, thank you..."

Quirrel was grateful, but he closed his eyes after a while.

After he closed his eyes, the back of his head turned into black particles and dissipated into the air, leaving only the front half of his head controlled by Voldemort.

"Hiss! So miserable." Aaron took a breath of cold air, and Harry and the other two opened their mouths in shock. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were relatively calm. After all, they were old and had strong psychological qualities.

"Death is just a relief for him.

It is the honor of Quirinus Quirrell to sacrifice his life for the great Dark Lord." Voldemort said lightly, "When you surrender to me in the future, you may agree with this will."

Aaron:......

Fuck!

Hou Lixie! You still don't let me go at this time.

What virtue and ability do I have to make the Dark Lord care so much?

"Uh... Actually, Harry Potter is better than me, and I can't surrender to you.

So... you should focus on him!"

Harry's mouth twitched suddenly, and he stared at Aaron blankly, his eyes extremely resentful.

"You don't need to remind me, I never intended to let him go." Voldemort said angrily, "Believe me, time will prove everything.

You will find that becoming my heir is your best choice in the future."

Aaron pondered for a long time, looked at the backs of the two professors, and said: "Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, I ask you a favor.

Let him breathe later, I will send him off personally."

"This... is not appropriate! "Professor McGonagall said speechlessly.

Although thanks to Aaron, Voldemort suffered a full-strength attack from him and Snape, his body, which was already on the verge of collapse, became even worse, and a weight was added to the scale of victory.

But it is not allowed to let a twelve-year-old student kill people, even if the target is the evil Dark Lord.

Professor Snape chose to remain silent and said nothing.

"Severus, let him do it." Voldemort laughed, "Stepping on the second generation of the Dark Lord to ascend to the throne, he is worthy of being the heir I chose. "

"I..." Aaron couldn't help but swear.

He originally just wanted to follow the two professors and pick up heads at the last moment, but now he suddenly had the urge to grab heads.

I'm leaving such a big family business behind and standing on the opposite side of the magic world with you?

You can win easily, but you have to narrow the road and become the black terror of the magic world?

Unless he is crazy, no, unless he is crazy, he will never choose this road even if Harry Potter is beaten to death.

"Are you sure?" Professor Snape frowned.

"It's not your turn to teach me how to do things. I know what I'm talking about." Voldemort roared, "Harry Potter used his parents' lives to become a celebrity in the magic world.

But he won my recognition with his confidence, wisdom and courage. "

"I understand."

"Snape, you...

I don't agree with this. Aaron is just a twelve-year-old child. "

"Professor McGonagall, he doesn't have much time. "Snape said lightly, "Voldemort is a tyrant in the magic world after all. We should respect his wishes before his death.

And this is what Aaron meant. "

"No, he is also my student. He should not be exposed to these things at such a young age."

"Don't forget his background. It might be a good thing for him to be exposed to these things earlier."

Professor McGonagall was speechless. Voldemort would come back sooner or later. At that time, the whole magic world would be in turmoil. Those well-known wizard families would be the targets he wanted to conquer.

Aaron is the only heir of the Gaius family. He will face these sooner or later.

"Have you discussed it?" Voldemort asked impatiently, "Let's start if you have discussed it! I will use your miserable appearance to prove the power of black magic. "

"Avada Kedavra! "

A green light flashed from Quirrell's wand, and Snape and Professor McGonagall immediately waved their wands to fight back.

The two white lights merged together, becoming thicker and collided with the green killing curse.

Boom!

After a long time, the magic power spread outward from the midpoint of the collision of the spell, and the shock wave splashed the fragments on the ground, and the flying dust filled the entire room.

Aaron and others who were watching the battle only vaguely heard the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Professor, are you all right?" Harry asked nervously.

However, a staggering figure walked out of the dust, and the weak Voldemort left a terrifying smile to several people, and then turned his eyes to Aaron.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me like that, I'm scared."

"I can't see where you look scared." Voldemort said hoarsely, "Look at them all trembling, and they don't even have the courage to look me in the face.

But you are different, the two wands in your sleeves are ready to go, which is good.

You want to kill me, it's easy, you can do it easily. "

"Madman." Aaron didn't pretend anymore, and took out two wands directly, "You only have the strength to wait for death now, otherwise I will run faster than anyone else."

"Sure enough, you are the same as me when I was young."

"Don't be funny, I am not like you." Aaron retorted, "It's your biggest mistake to think of me as an idiot like you.

Any last words?"

"Dumbledore can't give you what you want, I'm waiting for you to come to me."