DNF Meets Harry Potter

Voldemort didn't know why, looking at Carl's expression, he felt that something big was going to happen to him and Quirrell.

In fact, his intuition was also right...

"Mr. Voldemort, what do you think Professor Dumbledore will do to you if I tell you about the shady things you and Quirrell have done?"

"Well~, if it were me, I would definitely crush you..."

Karl frowned, pretending to be embarrassed, but the upturned expression on his mouth gave him away.

"You bloody little bastard! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Voldemort took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress his anger. If he was not afraid of causing too much noise by fighting here, he would have done it long ago. No one has ever dared to threaten him Voldemort, this is his status in the British wizarding world!

"I'm only eleven years old, what can I do?"

Carl spread his hands helplessly.

However, his next sentence almost didn't make Voldemort go crazy and ran away...

"It's nothing more than trying to rob Mr. Voldemort..."

Carl's faint voice reached his ears, which made him wonder for a moment whether the death curse he received ten years ago had hurt his ears.

How dare someone blatantly rob Voldemort? !

How dare he? !

"Tsk~..."

Karl couldn't help but smacked his lips when he saw Voldemort's disbelief, then calmly raised his wand and began to chant.

Very good, I will rule all kinds of dissatisfaction!

"Ultimate~ultimate~explosion~breaking..."

"Deng~bu~li~duo~fly~come!"

The syllables were clearly spit out from his mouth, and the huge dimensional magic power began to condense on the tip of the wand, and the walnut wand suddenly shone brightly.

"stop!"

Voldemort was furious at once. When Karl's ultimate explosion was released, not only would he be insulated from the Philosopher's Stone, but even a servant he had only found after ten years in the Albanian grass would be involved. Although this servant doesn't look like a very smart Yazi, it's better than nothing!

This brat's move is obviously to flip the table!

However, the person involved, Carl, said that the chance of Dumbledore's old glass putting the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised is less than 5%. After all, the safest place is always the body of the world's number one white wizard.

Anyway, it is unlikely that I will get the Philosopher's Stone, so I might as well blackmail Voldemort to see if I can get some benefits. Of course, Voldemort would never refuse.

Carl put this word here today, if you dare to refuse, you will die!

When Dumbledore flew over, he asked you if you were afraid?

"Why doesn't Mr. Voldemort take a gamble? Bet on whether I dare to cast this spell..."

Carl slowly dissipated the magic power, turned the wand around beautifully in his hand, and said calmly.

Forcibly breaking such a powerful spell seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"I don't have to bet! Don't I?"

Voldemort's ugly face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. Although he claimed to be 80% sure that he could kill the damn kid in front of him, he couldn't cover up the movement of the two sides fighting.

"That's right! You don't have to gamble!"

Karl sneered disdainfully, he originally came with the intention of half overturning the table and half extorting money, and the ultimate blast just now was also based on this principle.

If Voldemort wanted to accept being slaughtered, he would stop, and if he didn't accept it, he would directly beat him to heaven. Karl's curse has reached that point, you want Voldemort to stop him without saying anything? impossible! You, the Dark Lord, want face, but you don't want it if you treat me as Carl?

That would be true if Voldemort really didn't say anything at the time. Undoubtedly, I must not be cowardly. I will first fire all my strength to make a big noise, and then wait for the professors to arrive before sending Quirrell on the road. Anyway, Hogwarts cannot apparate, so it doesn’t matter if you run thirty-nine meters first. Problems, labor and management directly catch the turtle in the urn.

Directly blocking Voldemort's final retreat, this plan is perfect!

"Yeah, I don't have the right to choose, and I don't even have the chips to gamble..."

A Tom classmate who did not want to be named murmured to himself that his mentality was exploding and he almost regretted his bowels.

Why couldn't I think about instigating Quirrell to kill that damn kid? Without the fight that night, he was confident that he would never have been exposed.

However, what he didn't understand was that even if they didn't fight that day, Karl would probably come to blackmail him. There is no way, foresight is different. Moreover, in reality, there are very few things that can be empty-handed. Of course, he must seize every opportunity...

"Sorry, Mr. Voldemort, times have changed! This is no longer the era that belonged to you ten years ago!"

Carl smiled lightly, comforting Voldemort in a disguised form.

"Damn brat! The reason why you haven't gone to inform Dumbledore is because you want to get more benefits from me? We are all the same kind of people..."

"Come~! Cooperate with me, we can join forces to win the Philosopher's Stone, then you and I will walk with time and go to eternal life together!"

"You have achieved such an achievement now, join hands with me, and the world will be trampled under our feet!" An erratic voice sounded in Carl's ear, "Everything in the world will belong to us, and Dumbledore will be ours! There is nothing but nothingness in front of you..."

Voldemort's hoarse and ugly roar changed its tone at some point, just like the temptation of the devil in hell, making people tranced.

Carl chuckled, indicating that the dimension walker was afraid of being bewitched? Labor and management are people who face the abyss directly!

"Mr. Voldemort, don't use this stupid and shameless little trick. Do you think I'm an idiot like Quirrell? Please don't challenge my bottom line again and again!"

Carl raised his wand again, his face extremely cold.

"Is that how you fooled Quirrell?" Carl sneered disdainfully: "Sure enough, in this world, only an idiot like Quirrell who was sold and counted money for others would believe such nonsense, he really doesn't deserve to be in Ravenclaw !"

Voldemort's face changed, this sentence was originally an extremely rare bewitching spell! At the beginning, he relied on this to bewitch Quirrell. When the latter came back to his senses, he had already completed the parasitism and completely controlled Quirrell's fate.

Quirrell, who boarded the thief ship, successfully transformed into a new generation of Death Eaters after experiencing the brainwashing methods of his MLM master.

He originally fantasized that at the moment when Karl was bewitched, he sent Avatar into his soul, successfully sent Karl to heaven, and then cast a Fiendish Curse to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces as if nothing happened. In the end, he lurked in the dark, successfully captured the Philosopher's Stone, and resurrected himself perfectly. The whole England will eventually be shrouded in his shadow.

It has to be said that the plan he conceived by himself is very ideal. But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and he failed just at the first step.

I will post slowly at the fifth watch, and I have not saved the manuscript (.)