Chapter 90 The urge to grab heads
Bang!
The impact was sudden, and Lord Voldemort never expected someone to ambush him from behind, and succeed.
Not only did he fail to seize the Philosopher's Stone, but the continuous magic output was also interrupted. The two Professors' spells instantly overpowered Lord Voldemort's Killing Curse, striking him.
"Pain!"
Lord Voldemort screamed, his body trembling from the intense pain.
Screaming with him was Quirrell's face, which had been transferred to the back of his head. However, compared to Lord Voldemort, he was far more miserable, with a distorted face, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
Lord Voldemort only experienced Pain! for a moment, then his state deteriorated several more notches, ready to abandon this body at any time.
But Professor Quirrell, as the body's owner, would endure this irreversible damage until death.
"Master, I'm... I can't hold on much longer," Professor Quirrell stammered, his voice intermittent, exactly like his usual feigned persona.
But this time it wasn't a disguise; it was real.
"Shut up, you useless fool.
You were even behind me and didn't notice the ambush!" Lord Voldemort cursed angrily, then turned his attention to the figure who had ambushed him.
Not just him, everyone looked in astonishment at the white figure circling in mid-air.
"Is that... a Dragon?" Hermione murmured.
"It should be!" Ron swallowed, "My brother used to send some pictures; it looks very similar to some young Dragons, but... this is too cool!
I'm sure even Charlie has never seen a Dragon whiter and more sacred than a Unicorn."
"Come here."
Aaron waved, and the young Dragon in mid-air flew down.
During its descent, its body rapidly shrank, transforming into Abey. Its mouth still held a bright red gem.
"Good boy, well done.
I'll reward you with a turkey when we get back." Aaronpatted its Dragon head, then took the Philosopher's Stone.
"It's you." Lord Voldemort saw Abey and remembered being kicked by it in the Forbidden Forest. He immediately flared up in anger, wishing he could kill it at once.
But he was now injured on top of injuries, and his condition could no longer be described as merely bad.
Quirrell's body had entered a decaying countdown. No matter how much Lord Voldemort hated, he was powerless to retaliate. Moreover, after calming down, he was also a little curious about this Dragon.
In the Magical World, Dragons are at the pinnacle of magical creatures, powerful yet rare.
However, this doesn't mean there's no chance to see one. But a Dragon that had never appeared before and could freely control its size was something he had never seen, truly unique.
"Isn't it? Doesn't it look especially familiar?" Aaron teased, "I originally thought Abey wouldn't need to act, but your power forced my hand.
Fortunately, I succeeded."
"Hmph! That's not luck.
Your timing was precise. Using the Philosopher's Stone as bait, I couldn't refuse." Lord Voldemort looked at Abey, who was completely at odds with its majestic and dominant appearance just now. "What kind of creature is that, exactly?
You've been at school for half a year. If it were a Dragon, it shouldn't have only grown to that size just now."
"As expected of the Dark Lord, you can immediately spot the key point."
Aaron also knew that with so many people here, Abey's identity definitely couldn't be kept a secret.
After a moment of thought, he feigned an explanation: "It's normal that you don't know. It's one of our Gaius Family's inheritances, but it just so happened to hatch in my generation.
It only recognizes the bloodline of my Gaius Family, but it grows particularly slowly."
"That's truly an honor!" Lord Voldemort said with a sinister laugh, "To be able to witness such a creature before this body is destroyed, it's not a wasted trip."
As his voice fell, Quirrell, at the back of his head, immediately panicked. "Master, you can't abandon me! I am your most loyal slave, I..."
"Shut up!
The Dark Lord will not abandon his loyal servant." Lord Voldemort said coldly, "I have failed before, but I will never die. The day I return, perhaps I will grant you new life."
"Thank you, Master, thank you..."
Quirrell was moved to tears of gratitude, but soon after, he closed his eyes.
The back of his head, after he closed his eyes, also turned into black particles and dissipated into the air. Only the front half of his head, controlled by Lord Voldemort, remained.
"Hiss! How tragic." Aaron gasped, and Harry and his two friends stared with wide, shocked mouths. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, however, were relatively calm; after all, their age was a factor, and their psychological resilience was excellent.
"Death is merely a release for him.
To offer one's life to the great Dark Lord is Quirinus Quirrell's glory." Lord Voldemort said flatly, "Perhaps you will agree with this will when you submit to me later."
Aaron:...Damn!
Holy crab! He's still not letting me go even now.
What virtue or ability do I possess to be so coveted by the Dark Lord?
"Uh... actually, Harry Potter is more outstanding than I am, and I wouldn't possibly submit to you.
So... you should focus your attention on him!"
Harry's mouth twitched violently, and he stared blankly at Aaron, his eyes extremely resentful.
"You don't need to remind me, I never intended to let him go." Lord Voldemort said angrily, "Believe me, time will prove everything.
Later, you will discover that becoming my heir is your best choice."
Aaron pondered for a long while, then looked at the backs of the two Professors and said, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, I beg you for one thing.
Leave him with one breath later; I will personally send him on his way."
"This... isn't appropriate, is it?" Professor McGonagall said, exasperated.
Although thanks to Aaron, Lord Voldemort had taken a full-force blow from her and Snape, his already collapsing body was further exacerbated, adding weight to the scales of victory.
However, allowing a twelve-year-old student to kill someone was impermissible, even if the target was the heinous Dark Lord.
Professor Snape chose to remain silent, not saying a word.
"Severus, let him do it." Lord Voldemort laughed loudly, "To rise to power by stepping on the second-generation Dark Lord, truly worthy of being the heir I chose."
"I'll be damned..." Aaron couldn't help but curse.
He had originally only wanted to follow behind the two Professors and snatch the kill at the last moment, but now he suddenly had the urge to take the kill himself.
I have such a large family fortune not to inherit, and I must follow you and stand on the opposite side of the Magical World?
I could clearly win by doing nothing, but I insist on taking a narrow path and becoming the dark terror of the Magical World?
Unless his brain was waterlogged—no, unless his brain was flooded with seawater—he wouldn't choose this path even if Harry Potter killed him.
"Are you sure?" Professor Snape frowned.
"It's not your place to tell me what to do. I know exactly what I'm saying." Lord Voldemort roared, "Harry Potter became a celebrity in the Magical World with his parents' lives.
But he gained my recognition through his confidence, wisdom, and courage."
"Understood."
"Snape, you... I don't agree with this. Aaron is just a twelve-year-old child."
"Professor McGonagall, his time is running out." Snape said flatly, "Lord Voldemort is, after all, a formidable figure in the Magical World. We should respect his dying wish.
Moreover, this is also Aaron's wish."
"No, he is also my student. He shouldn't be exposed to these things at such a young age."
"Don't forget his background. It might not be a bad thing for him to encounter these things earlier."
Professor McGonagall was speechless. Lord Voldemortwould sooner or later make a comeback, and then the entire Magical World would fall into turmoil. Those well-known Wizard families would be his targets for subjugation.
Aaron, the sole heir of the Gaius Family, would face these things sooner or later.
"Have you all discussed it?" Lord Voldemort asked somewhat impatiently, "If you've discussed it, let's begin! I will prove the power of the Dark Arts with your miserable appearance."
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flashed from Quirrell's wand, and Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall immediately raised their wands in counterattack.
Two white lights merged, becoming thicker, and collided with the green Killing Curse.
Boom!
After a long while, magic spread outwards from the point of impact, and the shockwave kicked up debris from the ground. Flying dust filled the entire room.
Aaron and the others, who were watching, only vaguely heard a few sounds of heavy objects falling.
"Professors, are you alright?" Harry asked nervously.
However, a swaying figure emerged from the dust. The weakened Lord Voldemort gave them a terrifying smile, then fixed his gaze on Aaron.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me like that, I'm scared."
"I don't see any fear in you." Lord Voldemort said hoarsely, "Look at them, they're all trembling, without even the courage to look me in the eye.
But you are different. The two wands in your sleeve are already poised, which is very good.
You want to kill me. It's very easy; you can do it effortlessly."
"Madman." Aaron stopped pretending and directly took out two wands, "You only have the strength to wait for death now, otherwise I would run faster than anyone."
"Indeed, you are just like me when I was young."
"Don't be ridiculous, I am not like you." Aaron retorted, "Thinking of me as an idiot like yourself is your biggest mistake.
Any last words?"
"Dumbledore cannot give you what you want. I'll be waiting for you to find me."