It Seems Like an Old Friend Returns

Chapter 100 It Seems Like an Old Friend Returns

Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao!

Countless milky-white spider silks shot forward, and before Quirrell could react, he was wrapped up in the silks and turned into a large ball, leaving only his feet, neck, and cocoa bean-sized head exposed.

"You...you attacked me from behind?"

Ignoring Quirrell's roar, Robin cast a spell to send him high into the air, then twisted his wrist to force Quirrell to turn upside down, before forcefully swinging his wand downwards.

bang~

(Sound of head hitting the ground)

As Quirrell fell, his head instinctively bent towards his chest, causing the village bully's forehead to hit the stone steps next to the magic mirror. Consequently, the "Boundless Courage" trick was also knocked away.

The moment Quirrell landed, he felt a chill run down his spine, his heart pounded wildly, and his body felt as if it were being crushed countless times by a boulder weighing a thousand pounds. The pain made his teeth chatter and cold sweat pour down his face.

"Master, it hurts, am I going to die?"

The crying voice, the nervousness, the vibrato—the original Quirrell is back.

"You idiot."

The village bully had only spoken halfway when he suddenly heard a murmur.

"The magic stone is here."

Harry murmured, stroking the mirror.

"Quirkhor, grab Harry now, or I'll abandon you!"

"Master, please...please don't abandon me."

Quirrell was entangled in spider silk and couldn't move his hands, but he could move his feet and head. He moved forward thirty centimeters and opened his mouth wide to bite Harry's ankle.

However, the moment his upper lip touched Harry's skin, it froze into gray stone, crackled a few times, and turned into a pile of dust that fell to the floor.

Quirrell stretched out his neck in pain, opened his mouth wide, and cried out in agony. The village bully, exasperated, urged him to act quickly, or else...

Quirrell was persuaded again. Despite the excruciating pain, he violently shook his neck, throwing out a necklace with a green medicine bag attached. He twisted his neck, opened his mouth, and bit the medicine bag open.

The fluorescent green liquid flowing from the spray bag corroded everything it passed through, like strong sulfuric acid, such as the skin on Quirrell's neck and the milky white spider silk.

After Quirrell broke free of the spider silk and stood up, he lunged forward, and Harry instinctively reached out to block him.

Then, Quirrell's fingers, just like his upper lip before them, quickly solidified into gray stone, then crackled and shattered into powder, which fell to the floor.

"Master, I... I've lost my finger."

"Idiot, ignore that. He just kept talking about the magic stone in front of the mirror. He must know where it's hidden. Grab him!"

Robin: →_→ This guy doesn't care about the lives of his followers at all. No wonder the Malfoy family betrayed him in the final battle.

"Harry, Quirrell's weakness is—he's afraid you'll touch him. Quick, roll up your sleeves, and then, straddle him and grope him."

Upon hearing this, Harry jumped forward without even thinking.

The next second, he crossed his legs, locking Quirrell's waist and abdomen. He wrapped one arm around Quirrell's neck and reached into his collar with the other, spreading his palm wide and sliding it rapidly to increase the speed at which Quirrell would petrify and crumble into dust.

slap~

Quirrell's neck, before his sternum, petrified and shattered into powder. His small head, now without support, fell to the ground with a thud and rolled four or five meters to the left.

thump~

Quirrell's body, now devoid of his brain, became as fragile as rotting wood. After his chest turned to dust, Harry and Quirrell's lower body fell to the ground together.

Unfortunately, he landed on the stone steps next to the magic mirror.

Harry didn't have time to worry about the injury on his back. He got up, stretched out his arms and rushed forward. He wanted to use his amazing magic of "petrifying to dust" to kill Voldemort, who was parasitizing Quirrell's head, so as to avenge his parents.

The village bully seemed to have read Harry's mind. It twisted its features, tore at its skin, and burst out of Quirrell's head. After turning into a thick cloud of gray mist, it suddenly rushed towards Harry.

thump~

Harry, whether frightened by the gray fog or under some kind of spell, fell backward to the ground, his eyes closed, and fell into a coma.

After circling the arena once, the gray mist stopped in front of Robin. The green viper that guarded its master swam to its side and hissed as it flicked its tongue at the gray mist.

"Lestrange, your pet is much more reliable than Quirrell," Gray Mist whispered.

Luo Bin: Hehe (▔，▔)ㄏ, Nagini, you're already in the Luo family genealogy. Heh, no matter how much you covet it, it's useless.

"Tell me what you did to my crown that severed the connection between my soul fragments and my soul power, yet I can still smell its scent at Hogwarts."

Robin shrugged and said casually, "Voldemort, you've been gone for over a decade since the battle of Godric's Hollow. How would I, a first-year wizard, know what 'Your Crown' looks like, let alone do anything to it?"

"You're lying, pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth."

Voldemort surged through the mist and charged toward Robin.

After ordering Nagini to stay away, Robin activated the Fire Dragon's "Flying Dragon in the Sky" skill, flapping his invisible dragon wings and flying upwards for seven or eight meters. He then waved his wrist, unleashing a red and yellow fire ring.

"Lesterrange, an ordinary little wizard, can't fly."

Voldemort burst out of the ring of fire, churning up the gray mist as he charged upwards. Suddenly, a beam of white light shot in from above the stone steps, blocking Robin and the gray mist. As soon as the gray mist approached the white light, it sizzled and burned away its meager magical power.

"I will patiently wait for you to tell me the truth."

After saying that, it churned up its misty body and slipped away through the crack in the rock.

Then, the white light dissipated, and Robin, who was hovering high in the sky, met the gaze of the white-bearded old man at the door.

Luo Bin: (⊙ω⊙`)

"Lestrange, get down. Do you want this old man to keep looking up at me while I talk to you? To be honest, my neck has been bothering me lately, and it gets really numb and painful when it rains."

Luo Bin: ⊙﹏⊙, Principal, you have a ruddy complexion and a steady gait. You scared away the village bully with one move. You don't look like someone who would get sick, do you?

After Robin landed, his lips opened and closed repeatedly, and finally, he uttered the word "sorry".

"Sorry? I should be the one saying 'thank you.' You and your friends braved dangers and overcame one obstacle after another, ultimately joining forces to defeat Quirrell and prevent the precious item from falling into the hands of evil forces."

He kicked away the rubble and walked downhill, laughing as he spoke.

When Dumbledore descended to the ground and saw the green viper, his normally wise and penetrating eyes gleamed slightly. He stood there, stunned, seemingly lost in a distant and painful memory.

As for Nagini, it slowly swam forward, staring at the old man with a puzzled look. Finally, as if sensing something, the snake leaned back and respectfully nodded its head to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore reached out to touch the snake's head, but Nagini dodged to the side. It swayed its tail and slowly swam to Robin's side, tilting its head to affectionately rub against his chest.

Robin wrapped his arms around the snake's neck and said proudly, "Sorry, although Nagini is very intelligent, it only wants to be close to me."

(End of this chapter)