Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

The two heads on one neck gradually turned golden, and finally turned into a golden statue and fell to the ground.

The golden head of Voldemort stared directly at Harry, who was clutching his brow and breathing heavily.

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Flitwick hurriedly pulled Harry back, fully retreated to the corner, and then stood in front of Harry, pointing his wand at Voldemort's body.

The same is true for Professor McGonagall. Several pawns are holding weapons and have surrounded Voldemort in the middle.

"Is he dead?" Harry felt his head ache a little weaker.

When Cassandra was fighting Voldemort just now, he always felt that someone was drilling his head with an electric drill and stuffing explosives into the hole.

"It's not that easy."

Cassandra also pointed her wand at Voldemort, looking out of breath, trying her best.

The huge deformation just now was completely unreasonable magic crushing, and the subsequent finger snapping deformation almost drained Cassandra's remaining magic power.

But fortunately, this almost instantaneous skill did produce a result that was effective in one hit.

Even Voldemort was killed by her.

Of course, this was just killing a Voldemort soul fragment that was seriously injured and dying, and possessed Quirrell.

Cassandra didn't feel happy at all, she just felt that her level of magic spells was still too far behind.

"Be careful, he might play dead and fight back."

Cassandra continued to remind everyone.

She remembered clearly.

In the movie, Quirrell's body turned into fly ash, and Voldemort still floated out to form a grimace head and attacked Harry.

Of course, if Voldemort personally attacked Harry, the result would inevitably be counteracted or even bounced back by the Blood Protection Curse.

It's just that the current Cassandra can't know this kind of thing.

The minutes passed, and suddenly Harry screamed again, and his forehead started to hurt again.

Voldemort, who had already turned into gold on the surface, suddenly smiled.

"Hey hey hey!"

Every time the lips twitched, the flesh and blood on Voldemort's face would crack with the golden skin, and blood mixed with black and gold would flow out.

However, this painful injury didn't stop him, anyway, this wasn't his body, if it was broken, it would be broken.

(Quirrell: ?)

"I see."

Voldemort sighed, his eyes began to roll, looking in Harry Potter's direction.

Harry Potter screamed even harder, he was being invaded by Voldemort's Legilimency.

And something in Harry's mind was also beginning to communicate with Voldemort.

This is their first communication.

It was originally in Harry's mind that it couldn't have this ability.

Even after Voldemort is resurrected in the future, it can only feel some fragments of Voldemort's thoughts.

But it's different now.

Because it absorbed some strange magic power, it began to have its own consciousness and power, and began to awaken and evolve a little bit.

It even actively urged Harry Potter to track down Quirrell, in order to let the main body further and quickly deal with Harry, the scourge.

Although Voldemort failed now, he still faithfully told the main body a lot of information, which made the main body laugh out loud.

All this made Voldemort feel that this failure was not too uncomfortable.

At least he discovered the higher possibility of magic, and also knew the biggest secret of Harry Potter.

It even made Voldemort think about his future plans for a moment.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this trip was worthwhile.

As for the Philosopher's Stone... Although it is a bit regrettable, maybe now he has a better way.

And Quirrell... Who is Quirrell?

Amidst Voldemort's wild laughter, a black mist that turned into a ghostly face came out of Quirrell's head.

Then he smiled and flew out.

Cassandra tried to intercept it with transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall and Flitwick tried several spells in succession, but all failed.

The two quickly chased them out, and they wanted to make sure that Voldemort would not harm the students.

In the room, Cassandra, who had run out of magic power, and Harry, who was still curled up on the ground with his head covered, were left immediately.

Cassandra beckoned and returned to Cassandra's body silently and somewhat unwillingly as she was still chewing on rocks.

Silently, as a charging treasure, began to restore Cassandra's magic power, which made Cassandra breathe a sigh of relief.

Harry also seemed to have finally reacted, looking at Cassandra secretly.

It's just that there is something wrong with that gaze, as if looking at a stranger.

"Harry, are you mad that I didn't let you go to the last level?"

Cassandra tried to say something to lighten the mood, but Harry didn't respond at all.

Seeing this, Cassandra didn't bother to say anything.

Sit down and rest against the wall, waiting for the scrubber to appear.

Harry was gasping for breath, his forehead tearing apart just looking at Cassandra.

This is not an illusion.

It's the same feeling as watching Voldemort.

This sting made him have to think about the relationship between Cassandra and Voldemort.

He originally thought that Cassandra was Voldemort, or was controlled by Voldemort.

But now it doesn't look right, Cassandra almost killed Voldemort.

So why does she make her head hurt too?

What the hell went wrong!

Harry couldn't figure it out at all.

But looking at Cassandra, who is now weak and looks like an ordinary girl, a feeling of fear wells up in her heart.

The pain on the forehead was like a whip.

Slapping Harry's soul again and again, correcting Harry's attitude towards Cassandra.

Slowly, footsteps came from afar.

Dumbledore took the lead, and McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, and Madam Pomfrey followed closely behind.

Several people rushed to Harry's side first, and Madam Pomfrey was about to shed tears, because the two children had given her a bad premonition.

But after the examination, she felt relieved and said, "It's just a broken bone, and my mental state is not very good. There is no other danger."

"Come on, kid, be careful, I'll take you to the school hospital."

Harry shook his head: "Hermione, Hermione is still inside!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked at the black flame door in doubt.

Although the walls have been destroyed in sevens and eighties, the black flame door is still strong.

Professor McGonagall quickly and briefly explained what had happened, and Dumbledore's eyes flashed with astonishment, making it impossible to tell whether he was really surprised or fake.

Because there has always been a saying that Dumbledore used the disillusionment spell to hide behind and watch the protagonist group break through the level.

It can only be said that there is some truth to this statement, otherwise Dumbledore would really be sending three little wizards to die.

But if this claim is true, what are the chances that Voldemort would have missed Dumbledore at all?

Cassandra didn't bother to think about it.

Looking at the dilapidated ceiling, now she just wants to go home and lie on the big bed to have a good rest.

"Child, are you alright?"

Madam Pomfrey also came over to help Cassandra check it carefully, and it was confirmed that Cassandra was only relieved when her mana was exhausted.

"Merlin's beard, what a terrible battle it was to destroy the castle like this..."

After Madam Pomfrey nodded and smiled at Cassandra, she went to take care of Harry with a broken arm.

Instead, Snape pretended to be nonchalant and came to Cassandra's side. Looking at the mess around him, he suddenly whispered, "Good job."

Cassandra was a little flattered, and carefully looked at Snape in front of her, as if to say: Have you been cast with the Confusion Curse?

This look made Snape annoyed again. He stared at Cassandra and said loudly, "It seems that our Miss Malfoy really likes to be a hero. Last time it was a troll, this time it's a professor."

"Who are you going to kill next time?"

"You're only in first grade, do you understand what you just did?"

The corner of Cassandra's mouth curled up: "I only know that I did what I should do."

Then whispered: "Thank you for your reminder, Dean."

Snape glanced at Cassandra unexpectedly, but unexpectedly, Cassandra understood.

He was also helpless at that time.

Voldemort was below, and he couldn't follow.

Otherwise, he must betray on the spot, otherwise he will never be able to win back Voldemort's trust in the future.

So in order not to encounter that embarrassing scene, he refused to come down, and then gave hints as much as possible.

Cassandra didn't disappoint him either.