The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

When Aini heard Hermione asking about the situation of his little friends, this was what he saw.

Harry ran wildly behind him, like a runaway so-and-so, almost drooling.

The trumpet Voldemort turned into black smoke and fled. At the beginning, he occasionally threw a few spells behind him, hoping to slow down Harry's pursuit.

However, all the spells that hit Harry were bounced back, which caused him more trouble as the spell caster, so he resolutely gave up and continued to attack the boy behind him with spells.

Tom fled in panic, his small body looking forlorn, miserable and helpless.

Thinking of Quirrell who had just been ruthlessly abandoned, the downcast Dark Lord suddenly regretted it. Even if Quirrell couldn't touch Harry directly because of the fit, at least he could restrain the boy with magic.

There is no real resurrection, and the magic power in Voldemort's body is extremely limited now, and unlike normal wizards, casting spells in this half-dead state consumes the original magic power.

With a little less, there is no way to recover naturally.

Even if it's Tom who just graduated, the current spellcasting strength is more than enough for a day.

But after being chased by Harry for a while, Voldemort was about to fall into the predicament of running out of fuel.

This temporary body can't last forever, and it has to be discarded after getting the Philosopher's Stone in the imagination.

If you can't get the Philosopher's Stone, you can't maintain it for a long time.

Regardless of face, even being killed by Harry will not cause damage to his soul.

With the protection of Lily's shadow, Voldemort has nothing to do with Harry. Perhaps the smartest way is to release the attachment to this body and wait for another time.

But if he does this, he will completely miss the Sorcerer's Stone. This is the tacit understanding between Dumbledore and him, and it is also the rule set by the old headmaster——

You must try your best to fight for every bait I throw, because there is only one chance for you.

Thinking that even today, Dumbledore is still the angler who is high above and casts the bait.

But he was like a foolish fathead fish desperately chasing the bait, just wanting to take a bite.

Although the bait is really delicious, Voldemort is still willing to come for it, knowing that it is a trap.

But this kind of humiliation at the mercy of others burned his morbidly proud heart all the time.

For the Sorcerer's Stone, he had to come to Dumbledore like a clown, performing various performances.

Humiliated by Dumbledore, humiliated by the professor at the school, humiliated by his own students, humiliated by a cat, humiliated by a cat, humiliated by a cat...

Damn it, when I think of that nasty cat, I feel ashamed and I can't stop!

Agnas Scamander!And that damn stinky cat!

One day with a knife in hand...

Ah bah, no, when the Dark Lord returns, you must be tortured day and night!

He had paid such a high price to come to the Philosopher's Stone.

It was there, and in that mirror, Tom could clearly feel that a powerful source of magic power was exuding fascinating fluctuations.

This made him willing to return empty-handed!

Seeing Harry rushing like a bull, Voldemort wished he could put a red dress on him and throw him into a Spanish cattle farm.

All directional spells have no effect on this old enemy. Maybe cultivating a group of Fiendfire can burn the boy to death here, but now he doesn't have the ability to control Fiendfire, and even the Sorcerer's Stone will be destroyed together.

This is unacceptable to Voldemort anyway. Anything related to longevity is extremely important to him. After all, as long as the Philosopher's Stone is still there, there is still a chance to get it. Is it possible to do it at an advanced age?

Even if he didn't get the Sorcerer's Stone this time, Voldemort would never want to destroy it.

Then there is only one way left, to control the physical objects in the house to restrain Harry, forcing him to take out the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised.

But since even his now chaotic mind can think of this, Aini will naturally not be unprepared.

In fact, after Voldemort entered the room, Aini secretly activated the barrier to solidify the entire room.

At that time, Voldemort felt carefully and determined that Dumbledore was really not at Hogwarts. He only thought that the activation of the barrier was a preset procedure, and the barrier would be activated automatically after someone stepped into the room.

This situation is very common in the wizarding world, and he has also encountered it in previous levels.

For example, the wizard chess that will be activated only after sensing the breaker, and the room that will ignite flames only after entering.

So Tom didn't care too much, or in his heart, without Dumbledore sitting in charge, he didn't need to care about other people or things in Hogwarts, just move forward, and all obstacles would be broken by him one by one .

But in the end, Harry was "reluctant" to him.

It's a bit of a slap in the face.

Voldemort's spells weren't powerful enough to break the barrier right now, but if he was willing to lose some of his soul's power, it wouldn't be difficult to do so.

But once he did this, his soul would be greatly damaged without the protection of a decent body. The key point was that even if he paid a huge price, he might not be able to get the Philosopher's Stone.

Seeing Harry's reckless appearance, Lao Fu thought that after going all out, the chance of getting the Philosopher's Stone is only half.

As long as the inherent barrier in the room was broken, of course it would be no problem to subdue a little boy, but he really had no idea whether he could force Harry to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

In case the child doesn't get in, the soul that he has accumulated in Albania for ten years will be wasted in vain, which can definitely be called a blood loss.

But Lao Fu then thought that he still had several horcruxes, and the one he made the first time was about to be recharged, so the old devil made a decision in his heart.

Flying to the farthest corner from Harry, Voldemort controlled the magic power to hover around the soul, circle after circle, and under his own pressure, a wisp of mist drifted out from the soul, continuously growing the surrounding magic power.

Contrary to the full sense of strength in the body, Voldemort's state seemed to be even worse after the breath became stronger.

Bits of cold sweat crawled all over his body, soaking through the purple scarf wrapped around his body in just a few seconds. The two thin legs in his weakness could no longer support the weight of his body, and he fell to the ground with a "snap".

Following the close contact with the ground, there was a sharp pain from the wound on his lower body, but the Dark Lord didn't respond to it.

Compared with the unspeakable pain that has never stopped torturing him since the soul was squeezed, the physical pain is insignificant.

I have to say, this guy really can bear it, and now it feels like there are twenty different tools stirring together in his mind.

Aini thought that if the roles were reversed, he would probably have passed out.

The remaining [-]% ​​are like the Longbottoms, whose souls are smashed into a ball, unable to maintain even the most basic self-awareness.