hotmtlnovel Chapter 92 This time, no one will save you, Harry.
Chapter 92 This time, no one will save you, Harry.
Chapter 92 No one will save you this time, Harry (Third update of 10,000 words per day)
Is he lying to me, or has he really found out about me?
Hearing the sound coming from the back of Professor Quirrell's head, Harry couldn't immediately tell if it was true or not.
All he could do now was to grip his wand tightly and review the spells Dumbledore had taught him.
Disarming spell.
But can the Disarming Charm deal with the professor and Voldemort behind his head?
Harry didn't know, so he could only remain calm and stall for time as much as possible.
Hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Harry silently straightened up and began to slowly move backward.
He moved so slowly that there was almost no trace of him.
He was so careful that he involuntarily held his breath.
Harry didn't know how long this method of hiding could last, but he had already made up his mind—
He had to hide like this until Voldemort discovered him.
Since Dumbledore gave him the Invisibility Cloak, taught him the Disarming Charm beforehand, and made him care about the pain of his scars, doesn't this prove that all of this was part of Dumbledore's plan?
Even Dumbledore's earlier advice not to tell Orochimaru about this now seemed reasonable in Harry's mind.
If we tell Orochimaru about this, he'll probably die here.
If they hadn't scared away Professor Quirrell and Voldemort behind his head that night, would the two of them, as first-year wizards, have been able to escape unscathed from Voldemort and his servants?
It's very difficult.
Harry's mind raced, and his steps became increasingly light.
It can only be said that true Gryffindors are all incredibly audacious, and the more critical the situation, the braver and calmer they tend to be.
This always allows them to create miracles, doesn't it?
Voldemort did not agree with this, just as he absolutely did not agree that the Invisibility Cloak was included among the Deathly Hallows.
A sacred artifact with no magic power, capable only of allowing the user to hide, is utterly worthless.
Besides—
"You think you can get away like this, Potter?"
Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's hand, gently touching his forehead, his eyes cold and cruel as he watched Harry disappear not far away.
They were now nearing the lake where he had first met the young, wandless sorcerer.
The little wizard who dared to look him in the eye so rudely still left a deep impression on him to this day, and he wished he could torture him to death and savor the little wizard's dying wails.
But just as you eat a meal one bite at a time, you also need to savor delicious food little by little.
For Voldemort, the first thing he needed to do was to enjoy a delicious meal he hadn't had in eleven years.
Harry Potter, the little wizard who caused his killing curse to malfunction.
He caused himself to hide for more than ten years.
It's time to use your knife and fork and enjoy the meal.
Voldemort did not use the spell to reveal the Invisibility Cloak again, because it would be both useless and foolish to use it against the Potters' Invisibility Cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows.
However, just because James Porter was able to escape with the invisibility cloak back then doesn't mean his son can do the same.
Young wizards of this age, unless they have mastered Apparition and can instantly appear thousands of miles away while wearing an invisibility cloak, can only wear the invisibility cloak and tremble like mice in a corner.
As one of the three holy relics of death, the invisibility cloak can only guarantee that one will not be revealed by magic spells, but it cannot allow the wearer to ignore all the laws of the world.
One of the Three Sacred Treasures?
It's just a piece of clothing to fool idiots.
Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's body, bending Quirrell's elbow at an abnormal angle before drawing his wand.
For Voldemort, who was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, this was simply normal behavior.
But for Harry, hidden under the Invisibility Cloak, all of this was somewhat terrifying.
Professor Quirrell seemed to have only his face left as his own; everything else was being manipulated by Voldemort.
Every joint in Quirrell's body was twisted in the opposite direction, making crackling sounds that echoed through the quiet Forbidden Forest.
But Quirrell was powerless to do anything about it.
He was merely Voldemort's servant.
"Smoke summons!"
Voldemort waved his wand lightly and chanted a spell.
In an instant, a light dust rose from the tip of Voldemort's wand.
The moment these large dust particles were created, they were crushed by an invisible hand and then spread widely around Voldemort.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether Voldemort was in the Forbidden Forest or in the desert where a sandstorm was raging.
Harry was stunned.
He had never imagined that spells could be so powerful. He was just a young wizard who had only attended half a semester, so how could he know the wonders of the magical world?
Voldemort didn't care what Harry thought; he even hoped Harry would be more afraid so that he could enjoy the feast more.
The process of correcting mistakes is always wonderful, especially for a mistake I made unintentionally eleven years ago.
Voldemort, the Dark Lord, would not tolerate any imperfections or mistakes within himself, just as he pursued the perfection of immortality.
Only when enough dust had accumulated did Voldemort slowly begin to proceed to the next step.
"whirlwind!"
With a gentle wave of his wand, an invisible wind poured down from the tip of his wand, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in the Forbidden Forest.
Countless fallen leaves were stirred by his wand, countless thin, withered branches were swept up, along with the dust that Voldemort had just created.
The dust, along with the withered branches and fallen leaves, formed a surging tide that swept towards the direction where Harry was hiding with an unstoppable force.
Harry, hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, stood up in a daze, staring in astonishment at the dust and waves crashing towards him, momentarily forgetting to breathe.
Magic is truly a wondrous thing.
Harry subconsciously thought of it, then suddenly realized the danger he was in.
While the invisibility cloak concealed his own form, the dust remained outside. Once the dust settled on the invisibility cloak, his form would inevitably be revealed.
Anyone with eyes can see a figure moving in the dust.
We cannot go against that dusty tide; we must flee in the opposite direction.
Harry thought to himself, then turned to look behind him.
There is a huge lake there.
That was the place where he and Orochimaru first fought side by side; the water was wide and deep enough.
In the blink of an eye, Harry had already come up with a solution.
As long as you run to the lakeside and dive into the water just before the dust and waves are about to engulf you, you can hide under the cover of the lake.
After that, as long as you remain patient and cautious, Dumbledore's support will arrive.
Everything will then be resolved.
With that thought in mind, Harry didn't hesitate any longer and dashed towards the lake.
If Ravenclaws are not good at improvisation, then Gryffindors are masters of improvisation.
Voldemort watched as the dust storm he unleashed on Harry yielded no results, yet he showed no anger, as if it were entirely within his expectations.
Quirrell even felt that his owner was now enjoying a cat-like pleasure in torturing a mouse.
"The earth is wriggling!"
Even though he couldn't see Harry, Voldemort guessed what Gryffindor was thinking and knew his only way to escape.
Without any hesitation, Voldemort waved his staff and cast a spell, commanding the tree roots on the ground of the Forbidden Forest to awaken and writhe on the ground like snakes.
In the blink of an eye, Harry, who had been running wildly, suddenly lunged forward and fell to the ground.
The invisibility cloak covering him slipped off, revealing his messy short hair and the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
Voldemort loved looking at the scar because he knew that once he killed Harry Potter, no one in the world would remember it anymore.
This is yet another masterpiece that proves him right.
"No one will save you this time, Harry Potter."
Voldemort drew his wand and gazed at Harry Potter, who had fallen to the ground beneath the tree, his tone cheerful and relaxed.
Dumbledore is thousands of miles away, and might be being harassed by Snape right now.
There is no one left in this world who can save Harry Potter, the little wizard.
No one is allowed.