Chapter 196: Signing a Contract with Daxia.
Not long after, Daniel poured the tea and stood quietly behind Darwin.
Darwin said, "Minister Liu, Elder, please."
Elder Zhang picked up his teacup and took a sip.
"Good tea."
Darwin smiled and said, "As long as Elder is satisfied, this is considered the best among the tea I purchased from Daxia in this batch. Unfortunately, Daxia's control over exported goods is a bit too strict, and I have no way to get anything better."
Elder Zhang said, "Special times call for special measures. Daxia's requirements are indeed a bit higher now, but it can't be helped."
Darwin nodded, "I can understand. I don't have any other advantages; my greatest advantage is that I have patience. I have plenty of time to wait until Daxia can accept a foreigner like me!"
Elder Zhang said, "Daxia welcomes all people with good intentions, regardless of your country, which is why we appear here."
Darwin nodded, and then Daniel behind him placed a folder on the table.
Minister Liu Feng picked it up and flipped through it.
His eyes lit up. The contract turned out to be bilingual in Daxia's language and English.
Minister Liu Feng said, "Mr. Rosier, you've put in a thought."
Darwin said, "I value cooperation with Daxia very much. To me, this is my opportunity and also my honor. Therefore, I value this opportunity and naturally won't let any minor issues affect the cooperation between us."
Minister Liu Feng nodded, carefully looking through the contract.
In fact, there was nothing that needed looking at in this contract.
The conditions given by Darwin were too good.
So good that it felt a bit like...
Poverty alleviation?
That's right. Anyway, from Minister Liu Feng's perspective, this contract really had the implication of poverty alleviation.
The Rosier family gave up most of the benefits.
Minister Liu Feng said, "Darwin, this contract..."
Minister Liu Feng was very shocked, so his form of address for Darwin changed.
Darwin said, "I know what Minister Liu is worried about. Please rest assured, I don't have any ulterior motives."
"Nor do I have too many demands. The reason why this contract is drawn up this way is because, under this contract, the Rosier family still makes a profit."
"However, money can never be earned endlessly. I am willing to give up some profits in exchange for Daxia's friendship."
Minister Liu Feng put down the agreement in his hand.
"A reason, Darwin, I need a reason."
"You know, your contract is really a bit too favorable to Daxia, which makes me have to know your reason."
"But don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything else."
"It's just that without a reason, it would be hard for me to explain when I go back. After all, this contract is a bit unbelievable."
Darwin nodded, "I understand. As for a reason, there really is one."
Minister Liu Feng's expression remained normal, but he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
With such good conditions, if Darwin had no demands at all, he really wouldn't dare to sign it.
Darwin said, "I am optimistic about Daxia's future. I believe that in the future, Daxia will surely stand at the summit of the world, whether in the mundane world or the supernatural world."
"Therefore, for Daxia's future, I am willing to give up profits in exchange for Daxia's friendship."
"If possible, I hope to become Daxia's sole partner in the foreign supernatural world."
"Of course, this is not a hard requirement."
"Daxia can freely weigh whether it is feasible according to the situation."
Minister Liu Feng heard this.
His expression darkened slightly.
Beside him, Elder Zhang's hand holding the teacup also paused for a moment.
Darwin said, "Perhaps Minister Liu cannot understand what I am doing, but please believe me, I really am optimistic about Daxia's future. For Daxia's future, I am willing to invest."
"In essence, I am a businessman, so I will not do useless work, nor will I do losing business."
"The reason I am doing this is because I think it is profitable. It's that simple."
Minister Liu Feng turned his head to look at Elder Zhangbeside him.
Elder Zhang nodded gently.
Minister Liu Feng said, "Alright, then this contract is signed."
"Furthermore, I can promise you on behalf of the Daxia Ministry of Magic."
"Within the supernatural world, your Rosier family will become Daxia's sole partner, or even an ally. Within its capacity, Daxia is willing to provide you with some assistance."
"In addition, on behalf of the Daxia Ministry of Magic, I formally invite you to take a trip to Daxia."
"It can be treated as a tour, or as an inspection."
"After all, the implementation of many businesses also requires you to conduct on-site inspections."
Darwin's eyes lit up instantly.
It was done. Finally, he could legally enter Daxia.
In his past life, Darwin was patriotic.
However, he was just an ordinary person, and his way of expressing patriotism was to keep it in his heart and argue online with some parasites.
But now he had transmigrated, and furthermore, he had the ability.
Then, he wouldn't mind helping Daxia, helping the current Daxia.
Daxia was in the midst of a take-off.
Helping Daxia at this time would not only have the slightest risk of losing money, but he would even make a profit.
No matter from which aspect one considered it, this was a good thing.
Darwin said, "Thank you, Minister Liu Feng. I will go over during the vacation."
"You know, I am a student, and I still have to go to school."
Minister Liu Feng smiled and said, "You are so mature that you often make me forget you are still a student."
Darwin said, "I will take that as a compliment from you."
Minister Liu Feng said, "Of course it's a compliment!"
Just then, Elder Zhang on the side said, "The contract has been signed. Let's talk about something interesting, Mr. Rosier. I'm very curious, why are you so interested in Daxia?"
Darwin was stunned.
He didn't know what Elder Zhang meant by asking this question.
However, Darwin still said honestly, "Because I like it, perhaps? Daxia has a long history. Having gone through the vicissitudes of time and dynastic changes, it has always remained enduringly prosperous."
"Although Daxia has experienced some turmoil, it has always stayed at the forefront. This resilience and malleability are something I have never seen before."
"Daxia is too tenacious and too brilliant. I think as long as anyone who understands Daxia's history, it should be hard for anyone not to like this country."
While Darwin was speaking, Elder Zhang kept observing Darwin.
After Darwin finished speaking,
Elder Zhang wore a thoughtful expression on his face.
Darwin's words were very sincere, without concealment or deception.
So, did he really know nothing?
This was rather strange. Knowing nothing, and not even having been to Daxia, yet he acted just like a Daxia person.
Elder Zhang said, "This old man was just asking casually."
Darwin said, "I know. What I can guarantee is that I have absolute goodwill towards Daxia. I admire Daxia and yearn for Daxia, and it has always been so."
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Elder Zhang nodded.
The three of them began to chat about some relaxed topics.
Meanwhile, while Darwin and Daxia were chatting.
Inside Hogwarts.
The small team had already begun to take action.
The stairwell.
Hermione and Penelope were standing here.
Harry Potter and Draco were walking over this way.
Seeing Penelope, the two hurriedly greeted her: "Prefect Penelope."
Penelope nodded: "Junior schoolmates, I hope what you are saying is true, and that you are not wasting my time or playing some kind of prank. Otherwise, when Chief Darwincomes back, I will report this matter to him."
Draco and Harry Potter hurriedly waved their hands.
"We wouldn't, we really wouldn't. It's truly not a prank."
Hermione said: "Prefect, I analyzed that Quirrell will make a move today."
Penelope said: "Although I still harbor some doubts about what you said until now, one must be cautious in all things."
Professor Quirrell's strength, I do not know, but being able to become a Professor at Hogwarts, his strength won't be simple.
Therefore, relying on me alone might not be enough. Is Slytherin not sending anyone out?"
Hermione looked at the two of them, Draco and Harry Potter.
"Didn't you say that Cassandra would come?"
Draco said: "She told us to come over first, and she'll be here in a moment!"
Penelope said: "Just Cassandra alone?"
Although she is someone who stays by the Chief's side, the Chief is the Chief, and she is her. Her strength..."
Just at this moment, a voice came over.
"If we're talking purely about strength, Slytherin doesn't seem to be something you Ravenclaw can comment on, right?"
Penelope looked in the direction of the newcomer.
"Gemma Farley!"
That's right, Gemma Farley and Cassandra had come together.
Penelope said: "I didn't expect that you would come too."
Gemma Farley said: "There's no help for it. After all, it's a matter discovered by a Slytherin student, and since the Chief is not here, I have to come take a look."
Furthermore, with the Chief not at Hogwarts, it's impossible for me to watch Cassandra take risks.
Otherwise, when the Chief comes back, he'll hold me accountable."
Penelope obviously didn't get along very well with Cassandra.
In fact, thinking about it, it was normal.
Among Hogwarts' four prefects, Penelope and Cassandrawere female.
Furthermore, both of their strengths were very strong.
Therefore, students often liked to compare the two together.
As time went on, these two people really did have a bit of a rivalrous feeling.
Penelope said: "Since everyone has arrived, let's set off. Don't waste time."
The few of them nodded.
Afterwards, they walked towards the target room.
They arrived in front of a wooden door.
The few of them stopped in their tracks.
Penelope and Gemma Farley walked at the very front.
They raised their hands, stopping Harry Potter and the others from planning to come over.
Gemma Farley pressed her ear against the door to listen.
"It's very quiet, but there's a smell of blood and a foul stench. It should be the three-headed dog."
Penelope said: "Let's go in and take a look!"
As she spoke, Penelope gently tapped her finger on the lock.
The next moment, the lock directly opened automatically.
A flash of sharp light gleamed in Gemma Farley's eyes.
Non-verbal, wandless Alohomora.
Although it was a very basic spell.
But it could also be seen that Penelope's strength had grown stronger once more.
Penelope and Gemma Farley had different focal points.
Penelope was considered Professor Flitwick's proudest student.
She was just like a carbon copy of Professor Flitwick.
When it came to all kinds of spells, she mastered them with effortless ease.
The number of spells she mastered was extremely large, and furthermore, it wasn't just the kind where she merely knew them; she truly knew how to research and delve into them.
In the field of spells, she was exceptionally talented.
But Gemma Farley was different.
As a Slytherin, what Gemma Farley researched every day was how to enhance her own strength and combat power.
Towards ordinary spells, Gemma Farley did not have the slightest bit of interest.
She only liked various high-power combat spells.
As the heavy door opened, a fishy, bloody stench rushed toward them.
Everyone looked towards the center.
The three-headed dog was fast asleep, snoring deeply.
By its paws lay a harp, which was currently playing music automatically.
Seeing this scene.
Gemma Farley and Penelope's brows furrowed instantly.
"It seems that what the three of you investigated is indeed true."
Harry Potter and the other two also wore serious expressions.
Cassandra looked at the harp and then at the three-headed dog.
Her brows gradually furrowed.
His Majesty said that any creature has weaknesses.
However, the stronger a creature was, the more it would pay attention to its own weaknesses.
In fact, many intelligent creatures would slowly avoid and circumvent their own weaknesses.
Yet this three-headed dog, such a powerful creature, even though this one was only in its juvenile state.
However, it was still a three-headed dog.
Could it actually have such an obvious weakness?
Even if it was raised by humans, the instinct of a three-headed dog would still cause it to start paying attention to its own weaknesses.
Would it really be knocked down so simply?
It seems what His Majesty said about this being a game, a trial, is true.
Perhaps it has been like this starting right from this three-headed dog.
Penelope said: "We might as well take advantage of this three-headed dog sleeping to go down. There is a trapdoor beneath its paws; that should be the entrance."
The few nodded.
Gemma Farley snapped her fingers, and the next moment, the three-headed dog's paw lifted into the air.
Harry Potter hurried over a few steps to open the trapdoor.
"It's open, let's go down."
However, right at this moment.
Hermione felt that something was wrong.
"Why do I feel like it suddenly became so quiet?"
Hermione's voice fell.
Everyone's expressions changed simultaneously.
Looking up.
Suddenly, the three-headed dog had already woken up.
At this time, six huge dog eyes were staring right at them.
Penelope reacted extremely quickly.
Her wand had already slipped from her sleeve into her hand.
A spell shot rapidly toward the middle head of the three-headed dog.
Gemma Farley did the same.
Her attack target was the head on the right.
As for Cassandra, she directly cast a scaled-down Weather Charm, landing it on the left head of the three-headed dog.
In fact, from the way these three made their move, many problems could already be seen.
Harry Potter and the other two belonged to the category of having not a shred of combat experience.
They didn't make any response at all, while Gemma Farleyand Penelope truly lived up to being prefects.
The two of them locked onto their targets and began attacking at the very first moment.
Although Cassandra was a step slower.
However, she had already grown very quickly.
Being attacked on all three heads at the same time, the three-headed dog was completely dazed.
That's not right, the script isn't supposed to go like this.
Penelope looked at Hermione and the other two: "Why aren't you heading down quickly!"
The three of them were greatly startled and hurriedly jumped down the trapdoor.
A burst of blood-curdling screeches escaped from the mouths of the three.
After the three-headed dog was hit by a wave of attacks.
Before it could make any further movements, it turned its heads.
Cassandra and the other two had actually already jumped into the trapdoor as well, and Gemma Farley conveniently closed the trapdoor behind them.
The three-headed dog was completely and utterly dumbfounded.
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It got beaten up, and the worst part was, the attacker ran away.
Most importantly, this wasn't in the script.
The script didn't say it was going to get beaten up.
No, they just hit it and ran; it didn't even have time to react.
And then the perpetrator ran off.
three-headed dog was exasperated and anxious; it was truly angry.
Was this right?
This was absolutely not right.
What the hell was this?
Furious, three-headed dog roared repeatedly.
The poor dog felt so wronged.
This was a genuine sense of grievance.
Cassandra and the others had no idea about three-headed dog's current state.
After sliding down, the three of them felt a sensation of weightlessness.
It felt like they were passing through a tunnel.
Cassandra ran her fingers along the tunnel wall.
Very nice, so smooth.
If this weren't a scripted event, she would have torn Hogwarts apart on the spot.
To prevent them from being scratched by the tunnel during the fall,
it had even been specially polished.
Was this what His Eminence meant by "good service"?
This was a bit too thorough.
Cassandra shook her head,
shaking the messy thoughts out of her head.
A moment later, the weightlessness vanished.
They landed on something soft.
See? They even specially prepared something to catch them.
Penelope said, "It's Devil's Snare. Lumos."
As she spoke, Penelope's fingertips lit up.
A dazzling, intense light flooded the entire space.
The Devil's Snare began to shrink rapidly.
It quickly curled into a tight ball.
Harry Potter and the other two, who had come down first,
were stunned as they stared at the all-penetrating light above them.
"Is that... Lumos?"
Draco asked, stammering.
Hermione said, "As we all know, the brightness and range of Lumos are related to one's magical power. Those three up there are terrifyingly strong, so it's not entirely unacceptable that they'd make such a huge commotion."
As Hermione finished speaking, the three figures fell through the Devil's Snare.
They landed steadily on the ground.
Penelope and Gemma Farley looked up at the Devil's Snare.
By now, the Devil's Snare had shrunk into a tight ball.
It was in a lot of pain right now.
Devil's Snare hates sunlight, partly due to its natural growth habits.
Another reason was that intense light actually caused it harm.
The Devil's Snare was bewildered; this wasn't right.
According to Sprout, this was supposed to be an obstacle course game for young Wizards.
It had indeed started out that way.
Of those three young Wizards, two couldn't even cast Lumos.
Only that little witch used Lumos.
But it didn't have much power.
It could tolerate that.
But what in the world was up with the three people who just came down?
Could this level of Lumos really belong to lower-year students?
Could they be young Wizards?
These were probably Aurors!
The Devil's Snare was miserable and hurt.
It curled itself up even tighter from the pain.
Gemma Farley and Penelope exchanged a glance.
Doubts began to arise in both of their minds.
Something seemed a bit off.
The trapdoor, three-headed dog, the Devil's Snare...
These things might stop first-year students.
But they wouldn't even stop a second-year.
And they were using these things to guard a Philosopher's Stone that could grant immortality?
Was that right?
Besides, they all recognized this Devil's Snare.
They had to cultivate Devil's Snare in their fourth year. This particular plant was clearly the one Professor Sprout had used as a teaching aid for them last year.
After all, only Sprout could cultivate such a massive Devil's Snare.
If it was truly meant for protection or deterrence,
Professor Sprout shouldn't have used this. After all, its weakness was far too obvious.
Professor Sprout should have used those vines or those carnivorous plants.
Both of them were filled with doubts.
However, neither of them asked.
They decided to keep walking and see what lay ahead.
The group gathered and continued deeper inside.
What they didn't know was
that after they left,
in the room upstairs,
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout walked in.
At a glance, the two of them saw three-headed dog, who was looking utterly depressed with tears in its eyes.
Upon seeing Professor McGonagall, three-headed dogwhimpered a few times,
as if complaining about the injustice it had just suffered.
Professor McGonagall patted the dog's head somewhat awkwardly.
"Fluffy, don't be sad. There was indeed an unexpected turn of events. How about I add an extra bowl of chicken legs for you tonight?"
three-headed dog's eyes lit up, but it still shook its head.
Then it shook its other two heads.
Professor McGonagall said, "Alright, three extra bowls. You all get a share."
Only then did three-headed dog cheer up.
In truth, three-headed dog wasn't injured.
You couldn't even begin to imagine how high its magic resistance was.
In the Wizarding World, Trolls and Giants are widely recognized for their high magic resistance.
The difference is that Trolls have no brains and are complete idiots.
As for Giants, they have a little bit of intelligence; at least they know to mate with humans to produce half-Giantoffspring, like Hagrid or Beauxbatons' HeadmasterOlympe Maxime.
And just how high is their magic resistance?
In a sense, they can resist most offensive spells. There have even been cases of them successfully resisting the Avada Kedavra.
But three-headed dog's magic resistance is several times higher than that of Trolls and Giants.
Yes, it really is that exaggerated.
That's why Quirrell could only use music to get past three-headed dog.
Because he really couldn't beat it.
And it was still only in its infancy.
One could easily imagine how incredibly valuable this creature was.
Professor Sprout squatted in front of the trapdoor.
Heartbroken, she pulled out the Devil's Snare, which had curled into a tight ball.
"My goodness, these children went far too heavy-handed."
Professor McGonagall said, "Sigh, I didn't expect those three children to ask for help either.
And they actually brought along Gemma Farley, Penelope, and Cassandra.
The strength of those three is simply too great."
Professor Sprout said, "We should be glad that Darwinisn't at Hogwarts."
Hearing this, Professor McGonagall immediately nodded.
"Yes, indeed. We should be very glad."
Meanwhile, Darwin, who was chatting away with Elder Zhang and Minister Liu Feng, sneezed twice.
Minister Liu Feng said, "Mr. Rosier, have you caught a cold?"
Darwin shook his head. "No, perhaps someone is talking about me. Minister Liu, as you know, Wizards are quite sensitive to these things."
...
By this time, Cassandra and her group had already reached the second room.
Looking at the winged keys flying all over the sky,
they all fell silent.
Cassandra, Penelope, and Gemma Farley turned their gazes to Harry Potter.
By now, Penelope and Gemma Farley could confirm one thing.
They had probably stumbled into some kind of nurturing game.
This was just too damn targeted for a game.
First of all, if they didn't want anyone to get the key, there were plenty of ways.
For instance, a Confundus Charm charm, or some highly powerful spells.
Or better yet, they could have just not left any keys at all.
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But leaving flying keys here...
This is clearly Professor Flitwick's handiwork.
Combined with Harry Potter's status as a Seeker, honestly, the implication is all too clear.
Penelope and Gemma Farley exchanged looks.
They could see what the other was thinking.
Since we're already here, let's get it over with quickly.
At least we should see what else is in store ahead.
Otherwise, wouldn't this have been a wasted trip?
Thinking of this, Gemma Farley completely ignored Harry Potter, who was about to pick up a flying broomstick to show off.
Gemma Farley simply pointed her finger.
"Accio Key!"
The next moment, the only real key flew straight toward Gemma Farley.
Then, it landed quietly in front of Gemma Farley.
Harry Potter and his two friends were stunned.
The Accio Charm?
They had learned it too, but could this spell really be used like this?
Most importantly, Hermione had also planned to use it just now.
But she had found that there was a layer of magical protection on these keys.
Her Accio Charm couldn't possibly work.
Yet Gemma Farley had solved it so easily with a casual flick?
Was the gap really this huge?
Gemma Farley noticed Hermione's puzzled look.
She explained, 'Your magic is too weak, and your ability is too poor.
So, your Accio Charm couldn't work. To put it simply, you're too weak.'
Hermione's face darkened.
Penelope glared fiercely at Gemma Farley.
Then she looked at Hermione and said, 'Hermione, you're still young. You're only in your first year.'
Hermione nodded. 'I know, Prefect.'
Draco said, 'Prefect Gemma, I don't think those keys will let us open that door peacefully.'
Gemma Farley rolled her eyes. 'Yes, your intuition is very accurate. Don't intuit next time. Talking less nonsense makes you more likable.'
Draco's face darkened.
But he didn't dare to argue back.
Who didn't know that the Chief, Darwin, had set the rules?
Ordering them to put away their Pure-blood airs.
In Slytherin, only strength is respected.
Of course, this notion was indeed hard for the Pure-bloods of Slytherin to accept.
But that was only for a short period of time.
Because when they wrote letters home,
their families replied with just one sentence:
'Darwin is right.'
Not a single extra word.
After that, these young Wizards had no choice.
Gemma Farley looked at the keys flying around in the air.
She gave a cold snort.
The next moment, a wave of magic swept out from her in all directions.
With this move of Gemma Farley's, all the winged keys were directly blown away.
Harry Potter and his two friends were completely dumbfounded.
Cassandra glanced at Gemma Farley, feeling somewhat surprised in her heart as well.
Gemma Farley's move wasn't actually that difficult; it was just a way of applying one's own magic.
However, it was also the best way to judge a Wizard's caliber.
Just now, Gemma Farley's magic was clearly far superior to that of her peers.
Most importantly, this might not even be Gemma Farley's full strength.
Penelope's gaze toward Gemma Farley also held a bit more uncertainty.
She had fought Gemma Farley before.
It ended in a draw, but that was under the condition that neither of them had gone all out, so they didn't really know each other's true strength.
Neither of them knew.
But based on Gemma Farley's move just now,
Penelope had already labeled her as a terrifying opponent in her mind.
Gemma Farley threw the key to Draco, who was still dazed.
'What are you standing there for? Go open the door.'
Draco gave an 'oh'.
He felt a little aggrieved.
But in Slytherin, strength was respected. Since he couldn't beat Gemma Farley, he could only swallow his anger.
However, Draco had a fire burning in his chest; sooner or later, he would defeat Gemma Farley.
Gemma Farley looked at Draco's clenched fists.
The corners of her mouth curled up.
Was this rich second-generation kid, who used to just idle his life away, finally going to strive for improvement?
That was a good thing too.
Many in Slytherin were just like Draco.
Enjoying the best resources, yet wasting them because they didn't work hard enough.
Gemma Farley still had another job to do, after all.
One personally assigned by Darwin:
To urge these students to grow.
She felt she was doing a great job at this task.
As for the process, well, never mind that.
As long as the results were there.
After opening the door, a foul stench wafted over them.
Everyone frowned instantly.
In addition to the stench, there was also a pungent smell of blood.
Everyone looked down at the floor.
On the floor lay the carcass of a Troll.
They walked over.
Hermione crouched down and observed it for a moment.
'It's a young Troll. The fatal wound is on its throat.'
Gemma Farley and Penelope frowned.
Both of them had better eyesight than Hermione.
Cassandra's eyesight was also good; after all, she had been following Darwin for so long.
Therefore, the three of them could roughly deduce from the wound.
The strength of the person who did this was not weak either.
Turning magic into a blade to slice directly through a Troll's skin was not something a student could do.
Penelope said, 'Be careful from now on. Your judgment might be correct.
Someone is indeed after the Philosopher's Stone. Although we don't know if it's Professor Quirrell, this level of strength is no worse than an ordinary Auror.
So from now on, you three stay behind us.'
Harry Potter and his two friends nodded hastily.
Are you kidding? With this overwhelming sense of security, why would they walk in front?
Were they idiots?
Passing through the room with the Troll, they arrived at a new room.
In the room, giant Wizard's Chess pieces were set up.
Gemma Farley walked over and took a look.
'The exit is blocked by the chess pieces. They should have been conjured using Transfiguration.
The magic between all the pieces is interconnected. Unless the correct steps are taken, destroying a single piece won't work.
This technique should be Professor McGonagall's.'
Penelope said, 'I can't undo Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration. Gemma Farley, how about you?'
Gemma Farley didn't even bother to acknowledge her.
What a joke. If Penelope couldn't undo Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration, how could she?
Annoying Ravenclaws.
Of course, the most annoying ones were still Gryffindors.
Well, in the eyes of a Slytherin, there were basically no good people in this school.
Cassandra asked, 'Is there any other way to pass besides playing chess?'
Gemma Farley said, 'Destroying all the chess pieces simultaneously. You, me, and Penelope could destroy at most six pieces at the same time.
But clearly, there are more than six chess pieces here.
As for the three of them...'
Gemma Farley did not continue.
But Harry Potter and his friends all understood.
They were being looked down upon again.
The key was, they had no way to refute it.
Cassandra said,'Simultaneous destruction? Let me do it!'
With that, Cassandra took a step forward.
Her wand slid from her sleeve into her hand.
The moment she waved her wand, dark clouds began to gather out of nowhere in the air.
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Amidst the dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder rolled.
Cassandra's pupils also turned the color of lightning.
Her dark green long hair fluttered even without wind.
Magic surged all around her.
"Strike!"
With a soft cry from Cassandra.
In the next moment, all the dark clouds in the sky seemed to boil.
Bolts of thunder began to rain down from the heavens.
On the side, Harry Potter and Draco clung to each other.
Both of their faces were filled with terror.
Hermione also widened her eyes.
Is this a first-year?
Is this the difference between her and these top first-years?
This gap seemed a bit too wide.
Penelope saw the disappointment in Hermione's eyes.
But at this moment, she didn't know how to comfort Hermione either.
Truthfully, Cassandra was a bit overpowered.
And not just slightly off the charts.
This level of strength was truly a bit too ridiculous.
Even she found it absurd.
What kind of first-year pulls off something like this right from the start?
Weather Charm? You call this a Weather Charm?
Is this really not some kind of Forbidden Spell?
Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall seemed to sense something.
Her face was filled with helplessness.
Beside her, Professor Sprout asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Professor McGonagall said, "Those children have found a different way to pass the trial again."
Professor Sprout said, "Don't think about it, Minerva. You can't think of those children with the mindset of ordinary students.
They are too overpowered, and too ridiculous."
Professor McGonagall nodded, "You're right."
In the room at this moment, after the sea of thunder ravaged, all the chess piece statues had completely shattered.
Broken stones littered the ground everywhere.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on Cassandra's forehead.
Cassandra took a deep breath, "Alright, let's keep going."
The others nodded.
Gemma Farley said, "Cassandra, even though it's not the first time I've seen your Weather Charm, I still can't help but marvel.
How on earth did you do it? To be able to cast a Weather Charm of this level, this shouldn't even be considered a Weather Charm anymore."
Cassandra said, "His Eminence said that every Wizard has something they are good at.
Perhaps it's a spell, or perhaps some kind of ability. I am exceptionally good at the Weather Charm."
Listening to their conversation from the side, Draco, Harry Potter, and Hermione fell into deep thought.
Does every Wizard have something they are good at?
Then what is the thing they are good at?
Well, after thinking for a long time, they couldn't think of anything; they didn't seem to have anything they were good at.
It was a bit disheartening.
After leaving this room, they came to a new room.
This room was different from the outside.
Once they entered, except for the spot where they stood, the entire place was engulfed in flames.
Both in front and behind.
On the floor, seven bottles were also laid out.
Beside the bottles was a sign.
It read:
Among the seven bottles, three are poison, and two are Nettle Wine.
Of the remaining two, one can be used to pass through the black fire blocking the way forward, and the other can be used to safely return through the purple fire behind.
Below, there were also four clues for deduction.
Gemma Farley and Penelope looked at it for a moment.
Then, both of them simultaneously cast their gazes on two of the Potions.
Indeed, they had already locked onto the correct answer.
Cassandra was a bit slower than the two of them, but she had also found it.
However, none of the three spoke.
Instead, they looked at Harry Potter and the other two.
Harry Potter and his two companions were currently squatting in front of the sign.
They began to study it carefully.
Hermione said, "The first clue says that to the left of the Nettle Wine is poison, so the rightmost bottle is definitely not poison, which can be ruled out first.
The bottles on the far left and far right contain completely different Potions, and neither of them is the Potion that allows us to move forward.
Therefore, the rightmost Potion is the safe Potion that can be used to pass through the purple fire.
The third clue, the largest and smallest bottles do not contain poison.
That is to say, there is no poison in the largest and smallest bottles.
The last clue, the second bottle from the left and the second bottle from the right look different, but taste the same.
According to all the clues, these two bottles are the two bottles of Nettle Wine.
Then, judging by the position of the Nettle Wine, the first, fourth, and fifth bottles from the left are all poison.
Then the Potion used to go forward is the third bottle from the left, and the Potion used to go backward is the first bottle from the right."
After Hermione finished speaking, Harry Potter and Dracolooked at her with looks of utter astonishment.
Hermione asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Harry Potter said, "Hermione, how did you figure out this kind of problem?"
Hermione frowned, "Isn't this very simple?"
Harry Potter and Draco fell silent.
Simple? Really?
Penelope cast an appreciative glance at Hermione.
Sure enough, her judgment was not wrong.
Hermione was indeed very smart.
And she was indeed very much worth nurturing.
Gemma Farley's eyes darted around.
She is a talent, with strong logical skills, and smart enough.
Is there any way to get her to transfer to Slytherin?
Indeed, Gemma Farley's first thought upon seeing talent was how to poach her to Slytherin.
Gemma Farley was still too dedicated to her house.
Hermione said, "However, although we have figured out these Potions, there is still a problem. Whether it's the Potion to move forward or the one to go backward, there is only one bottle of each. What should we do?"
As soon as she said this, Gemma Farley and Penelope also frowned.
This was Snape's doing.
Although they could deal with this fire,
it would still take a lot of time.
After all, that was something created by the Head of House.
Just then, Draco, who had been completely unnoticeable on the side, suddenly raised his hand.
"Um, I might know what to do."
Hearing this, everyone looked towards Draco.
Draco rummaged through the bag at his waist, which had been cast with an Undetectable Extension Charm.
Soon, Draco placed several cloaks on the ground.
Gemma Farley walked over and took a look.
"Rosier-brand Constant Temperature Cloak?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah, I bought them when I went to Diagon Alley with my dad for Christmas."
Penelope said in surprise, "You bought so many?"
Draco scratched his head, "The Rainbow Series, seven different colors. It has great collectible value, a Collector's Edition, so I bought a set."
The others fell somewhat silent.
What a classic foolish son of a wealthy landlord.
Even Cassandra was a bit dazed.
This thing was also a new product created by the Rosier family.
Fireproof, waterproof, and warm—it had very comprehensive functions.
It was designed for Wizards who frequently needed to operate outdoors.
At that time, Darwin had also been idle with nothing to do, so he casually suggested a 'Rainbow Series, Collector's Edition.'
It was truly just a casual remark, because Darwin hadn't even had anyone promote it.
And yet, our young master Malfoy actually gathered a whole set.
Chapter 201: God-Tier Carry, Online!
This was simply absurd.
How could anyone actually buy a whole series?
Anyway, Cassandra couldn't figure it out, but she was deeply shocked.
This was probably just the daily life of a prodigal.
The group divided up the constant-temperature robes.
You have to admit, once put on, it really gave off a rainbow-like feeling and looked quite nice.
Penelope looked at the constant-temperature robe on her body.
"Is this thing actually any good?"
Cassandra let out a cold snort: "It's much more useful than you think. It's made using the latest Muggle technology and Alchemy."
"Impervious to water and fire, it can always guarantee the body's surface temperature."
Penelope spread her hands: "I didn't mean to question it, I've just never seen one before."
Cassandra gave a soft hum.
Wearing the constant-temperature robes, the group walked straight into the flames.
As the flames swept over them, the group didn't feel a shred of discomfort.
Except for Cassandra, the others were somewhat surprised.
Harry Potter exclaimed: "I can't feel a single bit of the burning sensation from the flames. Oh god, this is amazing."
Cassandra said: "Stop chattering and get through quickly."
"The constant-temperature robes consume energy. This level of flame burning will cause the energy to deplete very quickly."
"If we can't get through before the energy runs out, then the ones who die will be us."
After Cassandra finished speaking, the group didn't dare to waste any more time.
They hurriedly walked towards the end of the room.
Before the energy was completely depleted, the group made a perfect passage through the room.
Snape had never expected this.
The checkpoint he created would be passed in this manner.
After all, this was simply too much of a display of financial power.
Passing through the final room,
everyone arrived in a spacious hall.
At the end of the hall was a downward-sloping depression.
Right in the center stood a mirror.
In front of the mirror, a person was standing.
Gemma Farley and the others instantly became alert.
They all drew their wands and aimed them at the person in front of the mirror.
That person was none other than Quirrell.
Quirrell slowly turned his head.
Just as he was about to speak,
upon seeing so many people, the expression on his face visibly froze for a moment.
Wait, why were there so many people?
Furthermore, Gemma Farley, Cassandra, and Penelope...
These were all people of formidable reputation even among the students.
Especially Gemma Farley.
Quirrell subconsciously looked behind the group.
Fearing that he might see that figure.
Fortunately, Darwin had not come.
This allowed Quirrell to set his mind somewhat at ease.
However, Penelope and the others weren't so easy to deal with either.
Quirrell's expression turned somewhat serious.
Harry Potter said: "It really is you, Quirrell."
Quirrell said: "I didn't expect you to be able to find this place, and even guess that it was me."
Hermione said: "Not hard to guess."
Quirrell's expression froze.
A bit awkward.
Quirrell turned his head to look at Gemma Farley and the other two.
"Gemma Farley, Penelope, Cassandra, I didn't expect the three of you to come as well.
However, there are many matters that you shouldn't poke your noses into. If I were you, I would leave right now!"
Before Penelope could speak,
Gemma Farley said: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Cassandra gave a light wave of her wand: "What's the point of wasting breath talking to him?"
The next moment, a spell shot directly toward Quirrell at high speed.
Quirrell was completely dumbfounded.
Wait, launching an attack directly without any verbal incantation or buildup—who on earth did they learn that from?
Which Professor taught them like this?
Shouldn't they normally exchange some banter first?
Why do they just resort to violence right off the bat?
How could he know that Cassandra had learned many things from following Darwin?
However, the best thing she learned among them was:
If you can fight, avoid talking nonsense as much as possible.
Talking nonsense brings no benefits. Striking first and seizing the initiative is what matters most.
Clearly, Cassandra remembered this point very well.
Quirrell gave his wand a light flick, and Cassandra's attack was directly deflected away.
However, this was not the end.
Let's not forget, this wasn't a one-on-one between Cassandra and Quirrell.
Penelope and Gemma Farley both struck together.
Instantly, two spells assailed Quirrell.
Quirrell was greatly alarmed and dodged Gemma Farley's attack.
However, although Gemma Farley and Penelope were cooperating for the first time,
the two of them still displayed a rare tacit understanding.
Although Gemma Farley's attack was dodged,
Penelope had anticipated the direction of Quirrell's evasion.
The spell had already arrived right in front of Quirrell.
There was no dodging it.
In his haste, Quirrell could only cast a Shield Charm around himself.
Penelope's spell directly slammed into Quirrell's body.
Quirrell stumbled back a few steps,
his brow tightly furrowed.
These students' combat prowess was much stronger than he had imagined.
Cassandra and the other two exchanged a glance.
Gemma Farley made the first move.
As her wand waved, a spell attacked toward Quirrell.
Gemma Farley and Penelope followed closely behind.
The battle officially commenced.
As for Harry Potter and the other two, they were hiding over there,
not daring to approach at all.
The three of them actually had a good grasp of their own strength.
They knew that what they should do right now was try their best not to cause trouble for Gemma Farley and the others.
This was a battle of three top students fighting against a Professor.
The shockwaves of the battle were intense.
Quirrell also shed his usual cowardly and submissive appearance,
bringing out the standards of an outstanding Ravenclawgraduate.
Even though Cassandra and the other two were already exceptional enough,
compared to an adult Wizard—and Quirrell was a top-tier expert even among adult Wizards—
they still didn't have much of a major advantage.
They needed to be thankful for one thing: Voldemort's parasitism had a huge impact on Quirrell.
Quirrell's magic and life force were sustaining Voldemortat every moment.
This caused Quirrell's strength to not be displayed as perfectly in practice.
Right at this moment,
Cassandra's eyes lit up.
"An opportunity!"
Hearing Cassandra's prompt,
Penelope and Gemma Farley also made their responses at the very first moment.
Two spells blasted toward Quirrell from the left and right.
Quirrell was originally in the middle of attacking, so in his haste, he simply had no time to switch to a Shield Charmfor defense.
Furthermore, Voldemort had drained too much of his magic.
Therefore, Quirrell failed to block it and was directly sent flying by the spells.
Moreover, the spells from the two of them also injured him.
Quirrell's expression changed drastically in alarm.
Watching Cassandra and the other two launching attacks at him once again,
Quirrell shouted: "Master, save me!"
Following Quirrell's cry of alarm,
the next moment, the space seemed to shift, and bursts of chilling aura emanated from Quirrell's body.
"Useless trash."
Cassandra and the other two's expressions changed drastically.
Harry Potter behind the pillar painfully clutched his forehead.
"It's him, it definitely is him!"
Hermione and Draco looked anxiously at Harry Potter.
Cassandra and the other two were full of vigilance.
Penelope said: "It seems we've provoked something extraordinary."
On Quirrell's body, his temperament had already changed—a dense murderous intent, a chilling aura, and magic power terrifyingly powerful!
Chapter 202 Voldemort, Online.
Voldemort, dear Mr. Tom, has officially logged in.
Voldemort took a deep breath and felt the air.
Then, he turned to look at Penelope and the others.
"Interesting, at this age, to have such strength, even compared to Bellatrix, at the same age, you are not inferior by a fraction.
I can give you a chance, submit."
Penelope and the others exchanged glances.
Bellatrix, this name reminded them of some things.
Perhaps, in the British Wizarding World, there were many people with the same name.
But Bellatrix, in the Wizarding World, there was also such an evil Dark Wizard.
It only made them think of one person.
Bellatrix Lestrange.
And to be able to call Bellatrix like this, to evaluate Bellatrix this way, coupled with such terrifying magic power, as well as this chilling feeling and monstrous murderous intent...
Voldemort!
The girls were not stupid; a few clues were enough for them to think of many things.
Not to mention that Voldemort was already so obvious.
Cassandra and the other two exchanged glances.
The next moment, the three of them did so almost simultaneously.
Waving their wands, spells of formidable power shot straight toward Voldemort.
However, Voldemort's expression remained unchanged.
With a slight flick of his wand in his hand, the next moment, the spells of Penelope and Gemma Farley were directly deflected.
Then, Voldemort looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Is this the Weather Charm? This is an alternative development of the Weather Charm, right?
Amazing talent for the Dark Arts, such talent of yours is simply wasted at Hogwarts.
The last person I saw with such powerful Dark Arts talent, his name was Severus, Severus Snape.
Oh, of course you know him, he is currently a Professor at Hogwarts, and also the Head of House.
An educator."
Voldemort chuckled twice, meaning unknown.
Voldemort gently tapped his wand, and the next moment, a surge of magic shot straight into the sky.
Cassandra's dark clouds were directly blasted to pieces.
Voldemort said, "See that? Many spells are actually inseparable from a core, which is that they are composed of magic.
Similarly, since they are composed of magic, they will be shattered by more powerful magic.
Submit to me, child, I will teach you how to keep your spells from being shattered."
Voldemort's voice was full of enticement.
In his view, Cassandra was the ultimate Slytherin.
To be able to have such strength at this age
shows that she also has an absolute desire for strength.
Voldemort loved such people best.
Because such people would join his command without hesitation.
He understood such people.
Because he was also such a person.
Except that he was the strongest, so he subdued others.
Others submitted to him!
However, there was one thing he did not know.
That was Cassandra had faith in her heart.
Furthermore, Cassandra was very extreme.
In a sense, she was even more extreme than Bellatrix.
Toward Darwin, she had absolute fanatical faith and loyalty.
Therefore, Voldemort's words not only failed to tempt her,
but instead made Cassandra feel insulted.
"You are not worthy; compared to His Grace, you are worthless."
Hearing this,
Voldemort's expression visibly turned icy.
"Darwin Rozier? I know him; I saw him inside Quirrell's body. At his age, he is indeed very powerful.
But unfortunately, he cannot compare to me. I, Voldemort, am the greatest Dark Lord, none other!"
Cassandra laughed: "You? The Dark Lord?
At your peak, you couldn't even take down a single school, and couldn't even step out of Britain, while the first generation His Grace of the Saint almost conquered the whole of Europe.
Now our second-generation His Grace's vision is no longer limited to Europe; he is looking toward the world.
Compared to them, Voldemort, you are like a rat!"
Voldemort's face instantly turned icy.
He was truly angered.
Since ancient times, harsh words hurt people's hearts.
Especially when you have no way to refute these harsh words, and even when you think about it carefully and find that what the other party said is the truth,
that makes you even more angry.
Voldemort was in this state right now.
Voldemort said coldly: "It seems you are courting death. Since that is the case, I will send you on your way.
As for you..."
Voldemort suddenly turned his head to look at the hiding spot of Harry Potter and the other two.
He sneered: "Ridiculous Savior, I won't give you a chance again. Once they are dead, the next one to die will be you!"
Harry Potter was startled.
Voldemort's gaze was too cold and too terrifying.
Voldemort slowly raised his wand.
"Now, let's send the three of you on your way first!"
As he spoke, Voldemort flicked his wand gently.
The next moment, a fire serpent slithered out from his wand
and rushed directly toward the three of them.
The expressions of the three changed slightly.
Although they responded at the first moment,
the three of them joined forces to block the fire serpent.
Voldemort sneered: "Is that it? Against a simple spell, you are already somewhat unable to withstand it."
While speaking, Voldemort flicked his wand again.
The next moment, another fire serpent appeared,
sweeping toward the three of them.
Seeing this, the three of them turned pale.
Originally, they didn't have much of a concept about legendary Wizards.
But today, having seen Voldemort,
they deeply understood why legendary Wizards were called legends.
The three of them stood together.
Magic power converged into a stream, and a barrier appeared, trying to block this strike from Voldemort.
However, Voldemort—even in his weakened state—
his strength would not be weaker than a top-tier Auror.
Therefore, the three's barrier only existed for a fraction of a second before it was directly blasted to pieces.
The three of them were sent flying backward,
crashing heavily to the ground.
The good news was that under the joint efforts of the three,
one fire serpent was eliminated.
The bad news was that Voldemort had summoned a total of two fire serpents.
The remaining fire serpent flicked its tongue, then came behind Voldemort,
coiling behind Voldemort with its snake head raised high.
Voldemort's face was somewhat pale.
In his current state, he could hardly sustain this kind of consumption.
However, he had already taken down these three.
They no longer had the strength to fight back.
Voldemort paced over to Cassandra.
"I'll give you one more chance: submit, or die."
Cassandra sneered: "You are not worthy!"
Voldemort laughed out of extreme anger: "Very well, then you can be on your way."
As he spoke, Voldemort waved his wand.
Magic turned into a sharp blade, shooting toward Cassandra.
Cassandra closed her eyes,
preparing herself to welcome death.
Regret?
No regrets, the only regret was not being able to help His Grace do more things, and not being able to see His Grace unify Europe, or even the world.
Chapter 203: The Dark Lord's Guard, Enters the Stage!
However, Cassandra waited for a moment.
But the expected pain did not come.
Only a crisp, sharp sound made Cassandra open her eyes.
At this moment, a phantom image of armor materialized in front of Cassandra.
On the armor, there were a few fine hairline cracks.
Clearly, Voldemort's attack just now had been blocked by this Shield Charm.
Voldemort frowned. "Interesting. Attaching a spell to clothing and maintaining the spell's activity with an unknown energy source.
Is this the work of Darwin Rosier?
How interesting. I'm becoming more and more interested in him now.
From this Shield Charm, I can also see his level. You indeed weren't talking nonsense. I acknowledge his strength."
As Voldemort's voice fell,
a voice rang out.
"Then thank you for the recognition, Your Grace the Dark Lord."
The voice instantly drew everyone's attention.
Everyone turned their heads.
Only to see Darwin's figure slowly walking out from the passageway.
He was still wearing that same suit, the one Darwin wore when he left Hogwarts.
The very one Cassandra had personally chosen for him.
Pinned to his chest was the brooch of the Deathly Hallows Order.
His face always wore a smile, a bright, sunny smile.
Only, a flash of killing intent and cold light occasionally flickered in his eyes.
Cassandra's eyes instantly turned red.
"Your Grace."
Darwin raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Voldemort instantly felt a sense of crisis washing over him.
He instinctively dodged.
On the ground where he had just been standing,
several deep gashes, as if made by sharp blades, appeared.
"Sectumsempra,"
Voldemort said in a cold voice.
Darwin ignored him,
and instead came to Cassandra's side.
He reached out his hand.
Cassandra grasped Darwin's hand,
and Darwin pulled her up.
"You're hurt."
Cassandra said, her eyes red, "I'm fine, Your Grace."
Darwin smiled.
He looked at Penelope and Gemma Farley.
"Seniors, get up. The ground is cold."
The two of them stood up.
Darwin said, "You three rest for a bit. Let me have a good, proper chat with our Lord Dark Lord!"
Darwin's tone gradually grew cold.
Especially when he said "chat," the killing intent in his voice spilled over completely.
Voldemort felt the killing aura radiating from Darwin.
He frowned.
Did this kid start killing people from the moment he was born?
How could he have such a dense and terrifying killing aura?
Darwin looked at Voldemort.
"Your Grace the Dark Lord, treating my people like this is rather impolite."
The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled up. "Polite? It was indeed a bit rude. That's why you've come looking for me."
Darwin said, "I should have come. If I hadn't been a bit busy today, I would have come much earlier.
After all, I am very curious about Your Grace the Dark Lord.
However, I didn't expect that Your Grace's strength has deteriorated to such an extent.
To only be able to cause this little damage to the protective charm on Cassandra.
It seems the title of Dark Lord is nothing but an empty reputation."
Voldemort's face turned visibly unsightly.
"Your tongue is much sharper than your uncle Evan Rozier's."
The retaliatory meaning behind Voldemort's words was obvious, which was to tell Darwin...
...that even Darwin's uncle was one of his subordinates.
Darwin smiled. "Your Grace the Dark Lord, I think I need to correct one of your mistakes.
First of all, the Rosier family split up a long time ago.
I am Darwin Rosier, and my grandmother is Vinda Rosier.
She came from France and later moved to Germany.
So, no matter how you calculate it, the person you mentioned has nothing to do with me.
Of course, perhaps there is some House connection.
But really, there are plenty of pure-bloods who are related to me by blood.
For example, Druella Rosier, who is the mother of Bellatrix, your right-hand woman. Of course, there are many other examples.
Oh, right. Rumor has it that the Gaunt family also intermarried with the Rosier family many years ago.
Calculating it this way, Your Grace the Dark Lord, perhaps the two of us are also relatives.
Hmm... actually, that's not right. According to the rules of the Gaunt family and the pure-blood agreements of that era,
the Gaunt family valued pure blood and lineage above all else.
You don't have the surname Gaunt, and likewise, you are not a pure-blood, are you?"
After Darwin finished speaking,
the killing aura around Voldemort became even more terrifying than Darwin's just now.
The corner of Darwin's mouth curled up.
Look at that, he's triggered.
Bantering? Darwin wasn't afraid of anyone in this area.
Do you even understand the sheer power of an internet troll?
Voldemort said coldly, "Very well, very well, Rosier. You are very good. You deserve to die."
Darwin said, "Then that depends on whether you have the ability."
As he spoke, the elder wand with a Thestral hair core slid from Darwin's sleeve into his hand.
Voldemort was startled. "The Elder Wand?"
But he quickly reacted.
"No, it is even stronger than the Elder Wand."
Voldemort's eyes instantly lit up.
Darwin smiled. "Are you tempted? Perhaps my wand has the same rules as the Elder Wand. Your Grace, do you want to try and snatch it? Defeat me, and my life and my wand are yours.
But do you have the ability?"
Voldemort said, "Whether I have the ability, you will find out very soon. Let me show you what a true Dark Lord is!"
As Voldemort spoke, he raised his wand.
In the next instant, a green light shot directly toward Darwin.
Excellent. Opening with the Avada Kedavra—this is very Voldemort.
Darwin gave his wand a gentle flick, and a piece of rubble flew up from the side.
It quickly enlarged in mid-air.
The green light crashed directly into the stone slab.
"My turn, Your Grace."
As Darwin's voice fell, he flicked his wand.
The same Avada Kedavra shot out.
Voldemort sneered. "Using the Avada Kedavra in front of me?"
As Voldemort spoke, he made the same response as Darwin.
However, the moment Darwin's Avada Kedavra touched the stone slab,
Voldemort sensed that something was wrong.
Years of combat experience told him to dodge immediately.
Without hesitation, Voldemort quickly flashed aside.
The green light practically grazed his body, landing on the spot where he had just stood.
Voldemort's eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
He looked at the round hole in the center of the stone slab on the ground,
then looked at the floor.
How was this possible? Did Darwin's Avada Kedavra defy the common sense of magic?
Darwin smiled. "Your Grace, you look so pathetic.
If Your Grace only has this level of skill, I don't think you'll be walking out of here today."
As Darwin spoke, he cast two more Avada Kedavras.
Two green lights shot toward Voldemort, one from the left and one from the right.
Leaving Voldemort with absolutely no opportunity to dodge.
But the Dark Lord was the Dark Lord after all. Even if he was extremely weak, he was still the Dark Lord.
He was not so easily killed, nor would he be defeated so easily.
Chapter 204: The Battle Between the New and Old Dark Lords.
Voldemort waved his wand, casting the same Avada Kedavra.
It collided with Darwin's Avada Kedavra.
The next moment, the Avada Kedavras canceled each other out.
Darwin furrowed his brows slightly.
Voldemort said, "It has a unique penetrative power, but it still cannot escape the essence of a spell. Since it is a spell, it can be canceled out with a stronger one. Rosier, I see right through you."
Darwin's mouth curled into a smile: "Is that so? Did you see right through me? As expected of the Dark Lord, but Your Excellency the Dark Lord surely doesn't really think that this is the end."
As Darwin's voice fell,
the next moment, Voldemort suddenly felt a pain in his chest.
Voldemort lowered his head in astonishment.
He only found that a bloodstain had appeared on his chest.
Voldemort was somewhat startled.
"When?"
Darwin said, "It seems that Your Excellency the Dark Lordcannot master everything after all."
Amidst the surging magic around Voldemort, the wound on his chest healed.
However, his magical fluctuations grew a bit weaker.
Voldemort said, "Good, very good. It has been far too long since I was last injured, and you have made me remember this feeling of being hurt once again. To thank you, I think I will start taking this seriously now."
Hearing this, Darwin's expression remained unchanged.
But a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
After all, this was Voldemort.
A true legendary Dark Wizard.
Darwin never underestimated any opponent, let alone when that opponent was Voldemort.
As Voldemort waved his wand, the next moment, taking Voldemort as the center, streams of flames rose from the ground.
The dark red flames looked filled with ominousness and danger.
The surging flames raised the temperature of the entire room significantly.
Darwin stood in place without moving or making a countermeasure.
He was waiting; he wanted to see what level Voldemort's mastery over Fiendfyre truly was at.
Within Voldemort's eyes, flames flickered, and the next moment, the surrounding flames seemed to come alive.
They lunged directly toward Darwin in the center.
Darwin gave his wand a gentle wave.
Under Darwin's manipulation, the flames that had originally surrounded him began to scatter outward.
Voldemort said, "Exquisite Fiendfyre Control. I didn't expect that at your age, you would already possess such terrifying Fiendfyre Control capabilities. Truly enviable and unexpected. However, today, I will teach you a lesson. Not all Fiendfyre is controllable, and a Wizard's battle has never just relied on such a little trick."
Voldemort's voice fell.
The form of the surrounding flames suddenly changed.
Streams of fire serpents condensed, their mouths wide open, pouncing toward Darwin.
A sharp glint flashed through Darwin's eyes.
The next moment, with him as the center, layers of barriers condensed.
All the fire serpents were blocked by the barriers.
With their mouths wide open, those fire serpents crazily slammed against the barriers.
One layer, two layers, three layers.
The barriers around Darwin were shattered layer by layer.
However, not a shred of panic could be seen on Darwin's face.
Voldemort said coldly, "Feigning calmness? Rosier, do you have any other tricks?"
Darwin laughed: "Your Excellency the Dark Lord, playtime is over. I already know the extent of the strength you can currently display. If that is all, then Your Excellency, today I will send you to meet Merlin!"
A cold light flashed in Darwin's eyes.
Amidst the convergence of magic, the flames that were originally under Voldemort's control broke free from his grasp, much to Voldemort's astonishment.
Subsequently, the flames rapidly turned blue.
The blue flames illuminated this space in a blue hue as well.
Unreconciled, the fire serpents flicked their forked tongues and struggled violently.
However, their unwillingness could not change the outcome in the slightest.
In the end, the form of the fire serpents was completely transformed.
The blue flames completely replaced the dark red flames.
Yet, this was not the end.
The blue flames began to converge.
The fire serpents disappeared, transforming into a Dragon.
The blue Dragon flapped its wings, hovering behind Darwin.
Formed entirely of flames, its blue Dragon eyes
stared fixedly at Voldemort.
Its eyes were filled with chilling murderous intent.
Darwin stood at the front, with the giant Dragon flapping its wings behind him.
Darwin spread his arms.
"Your Excellency the Dark Lord, a gift prepared just for you."
Having said that, Darwin snapped his fingers.
The next moment, the flaming Dragon in the air let out a roar.
Then, transforming into a streak of blue light, it charged directly toward Voldemort.
Voldemort's expression changed slightly.
His wand tapped rapidly in front of him.
Every time it tapped down, a magical barrier was constructed.
Likewise, as soon as a barrier was successfully built, it would be directly breached by the blue Dragon.
Voldemort's face looked somewhat ugly.
Darwin's strength exceeded his expectations.
It was somewhat exaggerated—at this age, to have this kind of strength.
And this Fiendfyre Control.
How could this possibly be something an eleven-year-old student could pull off?
Voldemort cursed silently, "Damn it."
Looking at Darwin standing leisurely in place,
Voldemort knew he could not continue fighting like this.
He was merely possessing a borrowed body.
He couldn't unleash much of his true strength.
Furthermore, although he had only exchanged blows with Darwin for a short while,
his consumption was truly massive.
You must know that fighting while possessing a vessel
consumed his own soul power.
Thinking of this,
Voldemort waved his wand, the instant the blue Dragonbroke through the final barrier.
Voldemort tapped his wand against the body of the blue Dragon.
Amidst surging magic, the flames surrounding the blue Dragon began to rapidly change color.
This was a battle for the ownership of the Fiendfyre.
Just as Darwin had forcibly seized Voldemort's Fiendfyreearlier,
Voldemort was now doing the exact same thing.
Perhaps in his prime state, Voldemort could have accomplished this.
After all, although Darwin's Fiendfyre Control was at the divine level,
Fiendfyre was a spell cast externally away from the body.
Once it left the body, the caster's control over it would weaken considerably.
This was also why many Wizards said that Fiendfyre was uncontrollable.
It was not that Fiendfyre was uncontrollable, but that their strength simply couldn't control it.
A weakened Voldemort could not out-compete Darwin, let alone hope to directly control Darwin's Dragon.
However, Voldemort wasn't trying to seize the Dragon in the first place.
He only needed to control this Dragon for a single instant, and that would be enough.
Dark red flames began to rise along the outer periphery of the blue Dragon.
The blue Dragon let out a roar, and the dark red flames stopped spreading.
However, the intrusion of these dark red flames caused the blue Dragon's offensive to halt abruptly for a split second.
Taking advantage of that exact split second,
Voldemort's figure transformed into black mist. Amidst the rising black mist, Voldemort rushed straight toward the outside.
Seeing this, Darwin instantly understood Voldemort's intention.
"Old fellow, trying to run."
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Darwin went to so much trouble, how could he possibly give him this chance?
A cold glint flashed in Darwin's eyes: "Want to run!"
Darwin swept his wand, two curses shooting rapidly after Voldemort's retreating figure.
Voldemort felt the danger behind him.
He gritted his teeth.
While the dark mist turned in the air, a green light flew out, dodging one curse while simultaneously neutralizing another with a curse.
However, the single moment Voldemort spent blocking had already slowed down his speed.
Darwin flicked out another two curses.
Impedimenta, and another one, the Avada Kedavra!
Darwin was purely aiming for Voldemort's life.
Voldemort's expression was ugly to the extreme.
The situation he was facing now was that if he dodged this Avada Kedavra, he would definitely be blocked by Impedimenta.
Darwin's attack just now had already broken his dark mist, knocking him out of the hovering charm and back to his normal state.
As long as he was stopped by Impedimenta, he would lose the optimal time to leave.
Moreover, his condition had deteriorated to the limit.
He could sense that Quirrell's body was already beginning to send feelings of rejection.
For him, this was definitely not good news.
However, he had no choice; surely he couldn't take the Avada Kedavra head-on.
Impedimenta intercepted Voldemort.
Darwin's figure had already blocked in front of him.
"Your Excellency, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Voldemort's face was gloomy: "Rosier, you haven't won. If it weren't for this body, who would win and who would lose remains to be seen."
Darwin nodded: "I admit it. After all, even Dumbledorewould find you tricky when you are at your peak."
"However, what a pity, you are not at your peak right now, so I can only send you to meet Merlin."
Hearing these words.
Voldemort laughed: "You can't kill me, Rosier, I am immortal."
Darwin said: "Immortal? A Horcrux?"
Voldemort was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"
But after asking, he realized something was wrong.
Darwin smiled: "In this world, there is never true immortality in the real sense."
"So, Your Excellency, be on your way."
The moment Darwin's voice fell, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Waving his wand, green light shot straight towards Voldemort.
This time, the green light penetrated Quirrell's body without any obstruction.
Voldemort couldn't even be bothered to resist anymore.
His condition was too poor.
Rather than wasting time resisting and consuming soul power.
It was better to leave Quirrell's body.
It was just a vessel anyway, changing to another vessel would do.
Quirrell's complexion instantly turned ashen.
At the same time, Voldemort's soul drifted out from Quirrell's body.
"Did you see that, Rosier? I am immortal."
However, Voldemort did not see the astonished expression or the incredulous look on Darwin's face that he had expected.
He only saw the banter in Darwin's eyes.
Voldemort inexplicably felt a chill in his heart.
Just at this moment, Voldemort's soul saw blue petals falling from the sky in the air.
Very beautiful, but lethal enough.
"What is this?"
Voldemort's doubts were soon resolved.
As the petals fell, he saw clearly.
That was Fiendfyre, petals completely condensed from Fiendfyre.
Voldemort was greatly shocked: "No!"
However, Voldemort's screams did not play the slightest role.
The blue petals gathered, surrounded, and finally ignited!
The petals aggregated into a flower bud.
Bursts of screams from Voldemort came from inside.
Streaks of dark mist drifted out from the center of the flower's heart.
Moments later, the screams stopped, and the black smoke gradually dissipated.
The flower bud bloomed, and a blue lotus flower completely condensed from flames was blossoming.
This breathtakingly beautiful scene left Gemma Farley and the others dumbfounded.
Is this the power of the Slytherin chief?
Darwin looked at the fire lotus in the air.
The corners of his mouth hooked up, how beautiful.
With a wave of Darwin's hand, the blue lotus slowly dissipated.
Only the scorching temperature in the air proved the traces of Voldemort's existence just now.
Meanwhile, in a certain cave in the Wizarding World.
A stone tablet suddenly lit up.
The next moment, Voldemort's figure actually crawled out from it.
If Darwin were here, he would definitely be frightened.
Because this stone tablet did not belong to any of the Horcruxes.
Most importantly, Voldemort's state at this time was not when he was young, which showed that this was not a Horcrux at all.
But rather, Voldemort's main soul.
Voldemort's body trembled slightly.
The feeling of being burned by the flames just now was still vivid in his mind.
Just at this time, a voice came from the side.
"I didn't expect you to actually use it."
Voldemort snorted coldly: "Don't speak in sarcasm, that brat's hand was decisive enough, and ruthless enough."
That voice said: "Very normal, I said so long ago."
Voldemort said: "However, I really like that kid."
"Few people should be able to not like him; on his body, there is a special charm."
Voldemort waved his hand: "Alright, let's not talk about this, continue according to plan; after all, we still have an audience."
"Then you just honestly stay put first."
Voldemort nodded.
The owner of that aged voice turned around.
The black robe made rustling sounds of friction on the ground.
Walking a few steps, that person's figure stopped.
Hesitating for a moment, he said: "Tom, you've worked hard."
The expression on Voldemort's face froze for a moment.
"I hate your affectation."
...
Hogwarts, Darwin looked at Quirrell's corpse on the ground.
Shaking his head, what a pity, Quirrell still died.
It's such a regret that he didn't save him.
Most importantly, Quirrell's favorability hadn't been farmed much yet.
Sure enough, the next moment, the system's prompt tone rang out.
[Ding, target favorability character Quirinus Quirrell has died, favorability removed.]
Darwin spread his hands.
However, the next moment, Darwin's expression suddenly froze.
Because in his mind, another prompt tone rang out.
[Ding, Tom Riddle's favorability has been unlocked, current favorability, 14.]
Darwin's pupils rapidly constricted.
His face transformed from astonishment to shock, and finally into disbelief.
How is it possible, Voldemort has already died.
Even with Horcruxes, the memory of a Horcrux shouldn't receive the memory of the main soul.
If it were said that the main soul could receive the memories of the Horcruxes, Darwin felt it might be somewhat possible.
But a Horcrux could absolutely not receive the memories of the main soul.
Most importantly, he had just killed Voldemort moments ago.
Why is the favorability a positive number?
Where on earth did something go wrong, what on earth is Voldemort's situation?
What on earth is this situation?
Darwin stiffly stayed in place, staring fixedly at the line on the system panel that replaced Quirrell's favorability.
[Tom Riddle: 14.]