Although it was Lord Voldemort, and it felt very satisfying to hear, couldn't he stop imitating Gellert? His mind was already picturing two generations of Dark Lords exchanging verbal jabs.
In Karl's words, it was truly outrageous—his mom opened the door for outrageous—outrageous to the extreme.
"Hmph! An ignorant brat! You've made me angry, and that's not good news for you."
Lord Voldemort eyed Karl with a fierce gaze, already concocting countless methods of torture. He would make this brat wish for death but be unable to find it!
"Wrong, this is good news, because when you're unhappy, I'm very happy."
Karl's expression was smug, and he even flashed a wide, white-toothed smile to confirm his words.
"Humph! You seem to know me?"
Lord Voldemort wanted to understand what Karl meant by "long time no see" and didn't attack immediately.
In the unseen, a fatal sense of crisis made him feel uneasy.
"Of course I know you! Your two Horcruxes and I are good buddies! We have a great relationship!"
Lord Voldemort's face instantly froze, red light flickered in his eyes, and he raised his hand, casting Avada Kedavra.
Anyone who knew his Horcrux secret had to die! What's more, this kid had already found two!
Karl moved calmly, sidestepping the emerald green beam. Although he appeared casual, he was actually on high alert inside.
"Boom!"
Amidst a dull explosion, the struck wall shattered and collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
"See, you're too impatient!"
Karl strolled leisurely through the sea of fire, elegantly waving his wand as if conducting a grand concert.
While constantly transfiguring stone bricks into armor to shield himself, the Tai Chi yin and yang fish rotated rapidly, Fiendfyre and Gubraithian Fire flowing ceaselessly.
Countless Fire Dragons and Fire Phoenixes roared as they lunged at Lord Voldemort.
"Damn it!"
Lord Voldemort couldn't help but curse angrily, feeling as if he was trapped in a fiery furnace, utterly unable to escape.
He used various spells to contend with the raging Fiendfyre and the eternally burning Gubraithian Fire, his methods truly spectacular.
Blocking, dispersing, isolating—even seizing flames for his own use.
However, the young man opposite him played dirty, with no skillful maneuvers, only knowing how to constantly unleash fire.
The endless flames gradually wore Lord Voldemort down, making him too exhausted to even attack Karl.
This wasn't due to Lord Voldemort's lack of strength, but because, "Master! I can't take it anymore! I'm about to collapse!"
"Useless!"
Hearing Quirrell's painful wail, Lord Voldemort was both enraged and filled with extreme hatred.
If he were not merely a soul, if he had a body, if Quirrell weren't so useless, how could he be reduced to being humiliated by a mere little Wizard?
"Oh, oh, oh~ Senior Tom, is that all you've got? Where's your arrogant demeanor from earlier?"
Compared to Lord Voldemort's frustration, Karl was absolutely delighted.
One could only say that the feeling of kicking someone when they're down was truly wonderful! No wonder villains loved to take advantage of others!
The ancestors did not deceive me; one must pick the rotten persimmons, it takes no effort at all.
If Lord Voldemort in his strongest form was a fully geared, full health, full mana top laner, then he was now a support with gold-generating items, low health, and no mana.
What a coincidence! I'm a support slayer!
"Karl Orolin! I remember you! You will pay the price for everything you've done today! I will—"
"Ah!"
Just as Lord Voldemort roared, Quirrell, who was possessed by him, suddenly let out a piercing scream.
His body seemed to be cleaved open by an invisible blade, and blood continuously gushed from the tearing wounds.
"Severus—"
Lord Voldemort's chilling gaze fell on Snape in the distance; there was no fear on the latter's pale face, only an emotion he couldn't comprehend and deep-seated hatred.
"You will regret this!"
With a forceful flick of his wand, a howling gale immediately erupted around Lord Voldemort.
As the raging flames were momentarily blocked, he leaped forward, charging towards the Mirror of Erised.
As he watched his hand about to touch the Mirror, hope surged in Lord Voldemort's heart.
I can still turn this around!
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