The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0219 Guardian of the unicorn

Even though Tom was only a fifth-grade student when he made his first Horcrux, his familiarity with black magic surpassed that of ordinary Aurors.

Coercing a generation, being able to set up one's own private organization in Slytherin House as a half-breed body, is not something that is blown out of empty words.

At least at the time, none of his peers was his opponent.

But Aini never regarded his peers as rivals, he was the latter's professor.

Although before entering Hogwarts, Aini spent most of his experience on transfiguration, potions, and alchemy, but after his talent advanced, he made up for the spells, and the eye of true sight helped him Accelerate the accumulation of knowledge. At this time, the magic power has already surpassed Tom, the soul of the soul, by how much.

Coupled with the fact that Professor Flitwick is often instructed in actual combat, the application methods are not comparable to that of a fifth-grade student.

As soon as the dim green light came on, the young Voldemort's shoulders slumped and he almost fell to the ground. Naturally, the Killing Curse that flew out also missed its aim, and bumped obliquely against the wall, sparking dots of dim light.

"Tom, magic is the product of wisdom. Even Muggle fighting must pay attention to routines and methods."

Aini waved his wand unhurriedly, looking leisurely and calm.

The secret room is densely covered with magic patterns, including the ceiling and the floor, but the magic patterns under the feet are stone bricks that were first branded on the ground and then laid.

Therefore, there is no magic pattern protection on the nearly two feet thick paving stone tiles, otherwise there will be no traces of wear in those areas of frequent activity.

In the face of the notorious Killing Curse, Aini did not use a powerful protective spell, but just predicted Tom's next fall and made a small hole there.

Very simple operation, but the effect is outstanding.

"Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! Ah..."

Hearing this, Tom threw one killing curse after another in anger. In order to prevent Aini from repeating his old tricks, he even gave up his position and stood still and smashed against the opponent.

A series of evil green lights came one after another, but they didn't disturb Aini's casting rhythm at all.

"Cuckoo, cluck cluck~"

Aini's mind turned, just as the twins were beating with the gravel swept by the basilisk, they turned into a few round-faced fat chickens clumsily meeting the flying death curse, and performed a not-so-glamorous fireworks together.

"Is it only this level, Tom? It seems that the professor at Hogwarts was not very competent. He didn't remind him that he should focus on his studies when you were busy doing things."

A certain talkative man showed no mercy, directly turned on the space-time mocking mode, and then stared at one of Dumbledore's "love" from under the seemingly empty stone pillar next to him.

cut.

Professors in the new era don't care. Just because of the Myrtle incident and its follow-up, Aini looked down on the behavior of the Hogwarts staff in that period.

And you too, Albus Dumbledore!Ernie stared back at the open space confidently. Myrtle had nothing to do with him, but Hagrid was his friend.

But this time Dumbledore was just laying his guns, and Aini's main target was Voldemort.

You can't kill him, but you must kill him!

After negating the killing curse, there was a fat chicken left between the two of them, with its head tilted and cooing cutely, then turned around and pouted its butt at Tom.

"Pfft~"

A green mist that is brighter than the Killing Curse gushes out, enveloping the young Voldemort who is still recovering after firing the Overclocking Burst Curse.

The aerosol had no power, and was easily resisted by Tom's protective spell, and could only hover outside him.

The harm is not high, and the insult is extremely strong.

Tom, who was temporarily unable to fight back, suddenly turned greener than the fog outside.

"From today onwards, you and I are mortal enemies, prepare to meet the wrath of the greatest wizard of our time!"

The dozen or so Killing Curses just thrown were already the limit of what Tom could touch at this age. At this time, his magic power was still abundant, but his spirit was constantly shaking, and he was unable to guide the next spellcasting before he recovered.

However, the anger accumulated in his chest made him have to do something, even to Tom himself, it sounded more like the howling of a defeated dog.

Aini opened his palm and squeezed it hard.

"Bobobo."

Following three consecutive soft beeps, the green mist turned into a huge palm, smashing Tom's last defense like a bamboo, and pinching him tightly in his hand, like holding a chicken.

That blob of green was not only a humiliation to Voldemort, but also a mark.

Turn the invisible and colorless air into something tangible, and become a visible target that is easier to cast spells.

"Weakness, powerlessness, Dark Lord? That's it?"

Aini grabbed Tom and floated in front of him, his expression and tone were full of disdain.

"Farewell, Tom, you are so weak that you do not deserve the privilege of magic."

As he said that, he was about to crush his opponent completely.

"Hahaha~"

Falling under Aini's control, Tom was not only not afraid, but laughed wildly.

"I am immortal. Mortal, you can never kill me."

"Oh? How about this?"

Aini spread out his palm, and the black notebook flew out of Lockhart's arms and landed on it, before being delivered to the mouth of the basilisk.

After seeing his movements, since Aini entered the secret room, besides expressions of self-confidence, arrogance, anger, and cruelty, a new emotion finally appeared on Tom's face—fear.

"No, don't do that, please. I have acquired a lot of knowledge, and I can tell you all of it. I can even take you with me to live forever after regaining my body."

Tom panicked. After the death of the main body, there is still a chance to start over, and the existence of the split soul is completely dependent on the Horcrux.

As long as Aini destroys the Horcrux with the teeth of the basilisk, Tom will be wiped out without leaving a trace.

Even if the future main body or other souls are successfully resurrected, it has nothing to do with him.

Aini was unmoved, and signaled Baghilisk to open his mouth, and he was going to destroy the notebook completely.

In a panic, Tom suddenly saw two touches of red, which belonged to the Celtics and were also the red of Weasley.He remembered the vicious means he had planted before, and his desperate eyes lit up, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"You can't kill me, kill me, those petrified students will die, and the two on the ground will die too."

As if he had found support, Tom spoke threateningly, and his voice hardened.

"It doesn't matter, Tom, that's just a good sacrifice. Go on begging for mercy, Tom, I prefer you to die in humility."

Aini said relaxedly, as if he didn't care about the other party's threat at all.

When the cover of the notebook was about to touch the fangs, Tom knew that he had completely lost hope of life.

He just got the shape, he is so unwilling!

Why, why have you been silent for decades, and just saw the hope of replacing the main body, and let him be destroyed in despair again?

Voldemort had a handsome face when he was a boy, but this face was distorted and ugly at this time, and the originally clear pupils were blood red, revealing deep-seated hatred.

"I'm going to curse you, curse you..."

The cruel and hoarse voice remembered, and stopped abruptly after seeing Aini take out a tube of redemptive blood...