Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 4 Activation Skills: Darkest Hour
"Little Shulek, long time no see."

Voldemort took over the body for an instant, while looking at the vampires who greeted him.

Besides the little Shulek he knew, there was also a strange figure.

Voldemort looked curiously at the ear of the figure:

The pinnae are forward and the overall front pocket.

"This blood race from Mount Cristo, I don't know what to call him."

Voldemort asked, curious.

According to the information he got from Voldemort's remnant, there are three camps of vampires:

The ones with pointed ears at the back belong to the Nosferatu faction. They are the most primitive blood race, powerful and evil.

The big and round ears belong to the Dracula faction. They once followed the Nosfetura faction and fought against Muggles and wizards.

The ones with the pinna forward and the front pocket belong to the Monte Cristo faction, which can also be called the modern faction, and they live in the Muggle world.

Among the three factions, Dracula is the mainstream and has many contacts with the other two factions.

The Nosferatu faction and the Monte Cristo faction look down on each other.

The former felt that the latter had lost the glory of the blood clan and was lost in the Muggle world.

The latter feels that the former is obstinate and doomed to be abandoned by the world.

But now...

"His name is Johnny."

Little Shulek introduced with a smile, "I just came here for a tour. As one of our most honored guests, he should come out to greet you."

Voldemort nodded with a smile, and said without any dissatisfaction on his face: "I thought this would be a secret meeting."

With a smile, he walked up the mountain without any intention of waiting for the two to guide him.

Little Shulek twisted his body in embarrassment, while Xueni looked confused - he obviously didn't understand the confrontation between Voldemort and Count Nosferatu.

"Father asked me to take him to say hello to you. He has something to do outside and can't come back."

Little Shulek took a few steps, and said after catching up with Voldemort who was striding forward.

Great Shulek, the son of Count Nosferatu, the closest friend of Voldemort's vampire camp, he chose to escape.

"He is gradually losing the friendship between me and him. You can convey my words directly without any concealment and tell him: When I was in trouble, he chose to stand by and stand by. This is not the right choice. .”

Voldemort's voice was low and majestic, and Quirrell's excited soul trembled deep in his mind:

Look, look, look.

This is the master I admire, this is the master I admire.

He set foot on the majestic Oregino Mountain, as if he was inspecting his own territory, and in front of a son, he mercilessly criticized his father, the crown prince of the primitive blood faction——

And his son didn't dare to refute at all.

"Are you really Voldemort?"

"I mean...you don't look like..."

Xue Ni, who was following behind, didn't seem to want his friend to be insulted, which made his words sound a little thoughtless.

even……

As if to be offensive.

Voldemort stopped in his tracks, and his eyes flicked to the gray text in the lower left corner.

He is hesitating, waiting...

"I don't intend to offend, but we have many friends in the wizarding world in the Monte Cristo family. According to the information obtained from there, you have been confirmed dead, and now you seem to be of a wrong age, and..."

The rambling words did not stop because Voldemort stopped.

even……

On Xue Ni's face, there was the arrogance unique to vampires.

really……

Count Nosferatu didn't want to help himself easily, at least until he saw his strength.

So, how to choose?
Pros and cons, pros and cons, flashed one by one, and he already had the answer.

"The darkest hour."

Voldemort murmured softly, causing Cindy to stop talking.

The two vampires looked at Voldemort's back suspiciously, and when they saw that back, they seemed to shudder.

Then...

A dark light and shadow slowly rose from the back.

"Oh... master... oh... my master..."

Quirrell's soul trembled in his body.

Voldemort's soul was immersed in endless darkness.

Ten years of struggle, ten years of pain, ten years of struggle...

In the dark, revive.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already filled with darkness.

"Shh."

Voldemort turned his head to look at the two vampires.

"Gudu."

Stared at by those black eyes, they couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of spit in unison.

"Death..."

"That's the smell of hot cheese..."

Voldemort murmured, slowly drew out his wand, lifted it up carefully, and...

"Avada~~Death~~~"

Amidst the howls of fear and admiration from Quirrell's soul, Voldemort used his terrifying black magic.

For a moment the unicorn wailed from the alder wand, but the green spell was not deterred by its wail.

The unicorn tail hair who refused to use black magic accepted everything painfully at this moment.

And that green light, in Xue Ni's panic, went straight to his forehead.

At this moment, the terrifying whispers of countless wizards sounded:
Voldemort is the most feared dark wizard...

Never mess with the Dark Lord, trust me, never...

He was born for black magic, or rather, black magic was born for him...

"Get away, Xueni, stay away..."

Little Shulek roared in horror, he had no idea that Voldemort would do this.

This is Oregino Mountain, the San Oregino Mountain of the Blood Race.

Crazy Voldemort, crazy Killing Curse, crazy...

Xue Ni.

Little Shulek's shout awakened the sluggish Bloody Ni, but he had no idea how to dodge the killing curse that was galloping towards him.

The murder seems to happen immediately.

"Snapped."

A bat flew over obliquely, blocked the Avada Kedavra, and saved Xueni's life with his own life.

"Dark Lord, are you going to kill here?"

The cold voice was accompanied by a thin figure.

It was Count Nosferatu, whose appearance made the suffocated little Shulek breathe a sigh of relief, and also made the sluggish Senni recover from the fright.

"Are you crazy? Just because of a word from me, you..."

"Avada Kedavra."

Without expression or hesitation, Voldemort waved his wand again.

"Stop, Dark Lord."

Earl Nosferatu's voice was full of fear, he quickly turned into a big bat, and dragged away Senni - if he slowed down by half a minute, what he dragged away would only be a corpse.

That didn't stop Voldemort, though.

Darkness falls, and the feast begins.

The life of a bat is obviously not a feast.

"Shh."

The wand was handed over to the left hand, and the right hand quickly took out the revolver from his waist and lifted it to his chest.

"There are many obstacles~~"

The range spell was cast, and Count Nosferatu's figure slowed down.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

A shuttle of silver bullets contaminated with holy water poured out.

"Ah~~"

The scream of Xue Ni came, and the big bat turned into a human form in the magic, tore apart the magic with his bare hands, and dragged Xue Ni to flee again.

"Crash..."

The bullet casings fell on the ground at an angle. While watching the movement of several enemies, Voldemort flicked his wand to change the bullets in the air.

"An old vampire, plus two young ones."

"It doesn't matter if you are young, mainly old vampires, even if you are in your heyday... Then he definitely has no chance, but now..."

"The alder wand is whining, the unicorn tail hair is dying, and I don't have much time left."

"The magic power in Quirrell's body is not as rich as imagined..."

"Then, that's all there is to it."

Countless thoughts rose up almost instantly.

But this did not affect Voldemort's movements, and the bullet was reloaded soon.

"The darkest hour..."

"Blessing Legilimency..."

Following Voldemort's decision, his thoughts instantly popped out, covering a radius of [-] meters.

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