Hogwarts Card System Chapter 091

“You truly are a genius, Ted. I’ll give you one last chance, don’t test my patience!” Voldemort’s harsh, unpleasant voice rang out again.

Voldemort had been rampant for so many years, and he had never given anyone a second chance.

Ted naturally couldn’t surrender. Not to mention what future there could be with this crippled Dark Lord, Dumbledore might be watching nearby!

Ted forced a smile, trying not to look too disheveled, and said, “As expected of the Dark Lord, a grand gesture with one move. But you don’t actually think your plan is flawless, do you?”

Ted grinned, “If you ask me, Professor Quirrell regretted it after school started. He even sought Dumbledore’s help. That was during Halloween.”

“How coincidental was it that a troll appeared? Professor Quirrell’s performance was too exaggerated! Professor, you must have been subtly asking Dumbledore for help!”

“No! I didn’t! Master, don’t listen to his provocations. How could I betray my Master! My life belongs to my Master… Wuwuwu~” Quirrell was already sobbing uncontrollably.

He tilted his head back, only his face still under control.

He knew he was probably going to die, going to die very soon!

He could feel his life force continuously draining from his body.

Voldemort’s expression was difficult to discern, but given Voldemort’s suspicious nature, he couldn’t trust anyone.

Thinking back now, Quirrell’s various actions were indeed a bit strange, a little overacted.

Dumbledore wasn’t unfamiliar with him; with such a sudden drastic change, could he really have been trying to attract his attention?

For a moment, Voldemort said nothing.

However, this body couldn’t hold on much longer, and he didn’t waste any more time, so he spoke, “Stop beating around the bush! Tell me, your choice!”

Seeing that delaying was hopeless, Ted simply spoke frankly.

“Quirrell’s abnormal behavior, drinking unicorn blood in the Forbidden Forest, you don’t actually think Dumbledore is truly oblivious, do you? How much time do you have left?”

“From the moment you started breaking through the obstacles until now, it’s already been over an hour. Dumbledore must have noticed. Your time is running out!”

Voldemort’s face didn’t show much expression, but his voice was already very gloomy, revealing a certain killing intent: “So, you are rejecting my precious goodwill?”

At this moment, Ted had disappeared.

He had cast an Invisibility Spell on himself!

“Disillusionment Charm?! No, it’s a different invisibility magic! Damn little brat, Homenum Revelio!”

Voldemort violently flicked his wand, a flash of magical light, he intended to use magic to find Ted.

However, the magical fluctuations spread throughout the entire space. Although the feedback was somewhat abnormal, Ted’s figure did not appear.

What was this strange magic? He had never seen it before!

“Aparecium! Revelio! Point Me!”

Furious, Voldemort cast three more spells, but Ted still didn’t appear. Instead, Quirrell, who was possessed, couldn’t hold on.

That body, even while controlled by Voldemort, was struggling, and with Quirrell’s wails, he fell to his knees.

“Ah~~~ Master, Master, spare me! I’m dying! I can’t hold on!”

At this moment, Professor Quirrell was utterly miserable. His face was visibly aging, his skin loose and pale like a plaster statue, even whiter than Voldemort on the back of his head!

Some age spots had quietly crept onto his cheeks and neck.

Meanwhile, Ted was actually draped in Harry’s Invisibility Cloak, hiding to the side, not daring to breathe.

His magical attainments were naturally worlds apart from Voldemort’s, so his Invisibility Spell was actually broken immediately.

But in those two seconds of invisibility, Ted had already pulled out the Invisibility Cloak Harry had given him before he left and put it on.

When Neville went through the fire gate, Harry hadn’t reacted yet. When Ted also went to support Neville, she wondered what she could do to help?

The Dungbombs she got from the Weasley twins definitely wouldn’t work… She had it, the Invisibility Cloak!

So she handed the Invisibility Cloak to Ted, hoping it would help.

The Invisibility Cloak indeed helped!

Sure enough, even Voldemort couldn’t find Ted, who was wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

He threw out his various locating spells, costing nothing, but none of them could affect the Invisibility Cloak, which was one of the Deathly Hallows.

If Voldemort had been resurrected, with his own body, and returned to his full power, the Invisibility Cloak might not have been so foolproof.

After all, in the original story, Dumbledore could find Harry wearing the Invisibility Cloak, and Voldemort certainly wouldn’t be far behind.

But at that time, Dumbledore was mentally prepared.

Before returning it to Harry, the Potter family’s Invisibility Cloak had been in Dumbledore’s hands.

He had studied the Invisibility Cloak for over a decade—Dumbledore was very obsessed with the Deathly Hallows.

Influenced by Grindelwald, and guilt over his family, especially his sister’s tragic death—he actually wanted to resurrect his sister!

So it wasn’t surprising that Dumbledore could find Harry under the Invisibility Cloak.

But the current half-dead Voldemort couldn’t.

Voldemort, currently possessing Quirrell, only had sight among his five senses.

He couldn’t smell, couldn’t hear, and even had no sense of touch. He perceived the outside world entirely through sharing Quirrell’s five senses.

If he could see through the Invisibility Cloak in this state, he wouldn’t have fallen to this plight!

Flames roasted the stone pillars, making tiny crackling sounds.

Voldemort scanned the surroundings, seeing only flames and stone pillars, no one else.

“Master, I can’t go on! I’m dying! I’m dying~”

Professor Quirrell at this moment was practically turning into a slime monster, completely limp, emaciated, and about to collapse to the ground.

He was weeping, snot and tears streaming down his face, constantly wailing and lamenting, looking utterly pathetic.

Voldemort, however, was gnashing his teeth, not just at Ted, but more so at Quirrell for being useless, and at his own current predicament.

As Professor Quirrell’s body collapsed, Voldemort’s vision gradually lowered, almost to the ground, barely supported by his hands.

He, the mighty Dark Lord, had fallen to this state, like a puddle of mud, unable to even stand upright!

I actually possessed such trash! I hate it~~~ (Dog biting barbed wire.JPG)

No matter how good the promises were back then, now he discarded them like trash. Voldemort was a complete渣魔!

However, after so many years, Voldemort hadn’t learned much else in the Albanian forest, but he had learned to endure humiliation.

Now was not the time for anger, not the time for complaints. The most important thing was the Philosopher’s Stone!

As long as he had the Philosopher’s Stone, he would soon be fully resurrected, and all his current troubles would cease to exist.

That’s right, the Philosopher’s Stone. No time to waste!