"Harry Potter! Which one is Harry Potter?"
A gloomy, damp, and eerie voice rang out. Just before Hagrid could pounce on him, Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly morphed into a cloud of black smoke and darted to the side. With incredible speed, he picked up the alder wand that had been flung into the crack between the gravel.
Hagrid landed awkwardly on a large rock, which shattered under his weight. At the same time, the pain made him grimace.
Dudley's face fell. Voldemort was too fast. The wand wasn't affected by the Accio Boulder spell, and he didn't have time to pick it up.
By now, the black smoke that had wrapped around the wand had taken shape again on another rock.
It was still the figure in a black robe. But unlike before, the figure was now facing away from them, and the wand was held in the right hand in a reverse grip.
What was even weirder was that there was a neat oval hole in the back of the figure's hood, revealing a hairless, hideous face with scarlet eyes, no nose tip, shrunken lips, and greenish skin. It was really gross!
Dudley, who was familiar with the original plot, knew very well that this was the back of Quirrell's head, and it was also the current appearance of Voldemort's main soul.
"Roar!"
The dragon let out a roar, and at last, the goblins from Gringotts reached the battlefield.
"Drop your weapons! Surrender now! You're surrounded!"
A goblin riding on the back of a dragon amplified his voice with a spell similar to the Sonorus and issued a warning to the intruder.
At the same time, the three dragons spat out flames in unison to raise their morale. It was truly a grand display.
"You're disturbing me!"
The hideous and grotesque face let out an ear-piercing screech. Without turning around, it waved Quirrell's wand.
A seething blue flame filled with malice immediately emerged and instantly formed a huge wave of fire, rushing towards the dragons and goblins hovering in the mid-air.
"Shit! It's Fiendfyre!"
The goblins shouted and retreated, raising their hands to release yellow light rays to resist the onslaught of the Fiendfyre, but with little effect.
The Fiendfyre burned brighter and brighter. Unexpectedly, it quickly coalesced into a giant python with blue flames.
The python opened its huge mouth, baring flaming fangs, and lunged at the goblins.
"Alright, now there's no one to interrupt us!"
Quirrell retreated while Voldemort advanced. Their postures were strange yet menacing. "Tell me, who is Harry Potter!"
"You... You're the Dark Lord... Voldemort?!"
Hagrid's voice quivered. This name also cast a huge shadow over the half-giant.
"Tell me! You big oaf!"
Voldemort roared. His current state was far from good. He cursed Quirrell as a good-for-nothing fool, but he didn't realize that he himself was also a bit muddleheaded.
His hatred for Harry had overwhelmed part of his sanity. At this moment, rather than immediately killing them or seizing the The Philosopher's Stone, he just wanted to capture his lifelong enemy from the prophecy and torture him.
Facing Voldemort's advance, Hagrid also realized that he had spoken in anger just now and said something unnecessary. So he immediately clammed up.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Somewhere behind Hagrid, Harry remained calm and unperturbed, disregarding the tense atmosphere on the field. According to the battle plan originally devised by Dudley, he stretched out his hands and cast the Calm Mind magic towards Voldemort from afar.
A strange force gradually spread to Voldemort's current body, and an inexplicable sense of calm welled up in his heart.
However, Voldemort's malice and madness were far beyond what Harry could influence at this moment. In less than a second, Voldemort shook off the influence of the Calm Mind magic.
"So, it was you who influenced the mind of my servant just now! Not bad for casting magic without a wand! With such talent, you must be Ha..."
Sandstorm
Dudley, hiding behind the boulder, suddenly launched an attack on Voldemort. The wand of Diggory in his hand emitted a blue light, and the sandstorm hurricane condensed by magic, carrying the gravel on the ground, rushed towards the somewhat thin and ugly figure against the backdrop of the turquoise flames.
While pouring powerful magic power into the wand to continuously stir up the sandstorm, Dudley shouted angrily, "Idiot! I'm the real Harry!"
It wasn't that he didn't want to cast the spell quickly and not give Voldemort a chance to talk nonsense just now. It was because a powerful white spell like Sandstorm with a certain degree of difficulty in casting required some familiarity and practice before it could be cast.
After all, Dudley hadn't systematically studied spellcasting. Relying solely on blindly practicing by reading books during his Muggle days, being able to successfully cast the spell so quickly was already largely due to the powerful magical talent after fusing the The Philosopher's Stone.
"Another talented one!" Voldemort's voice suddenly sounded in Dudley's ear. "You are Harry Potter's cousin, right!"
Dudley was shocked. He didn't know when, but Voldemort once again turned Quirrell's body into black smoke and passed through the gaps in the sandstorm caused by the Sandstorm spell, then teleported beside him.
He quickly threw a straight punch.
Unfortunately, the spell that Voldemort cast, overdrawing Quirrell's life force, was even faster.
Cruciatus Curse
The merciless Cruciatus Curse hit Dudley's body, sending Dudley, who was holding a wand in one hand and punching with the other, flying painfully backwards. He fell onto the pile of broken stones, and the Sandstorm spell also dissipated.
Dudley didn't touch Voldemort, that is, Quirrell's body, and the Cruciatus Curse wasn't an instant-kill attack.
The "Weakened Maternal Love Protection" trait on him didn't come into effect.
"Cousin—"
Seeing his cousin being hit by the curse and sent flying, Harry could no longer maintain his composure and let out an anxious shout.
Now, their identities couldn't be hidden anymore.
Harry wanted to run over to check Dudley's injuries, but Hagrid took big steps and ran over to stop him, firmly protecting him behind.
"You big oaf! You're still as stupid as ever! The secrets in your heart are either written on your face or come out of your mouth.
When I was talking just now, your anxious expression and the glance you took backwards gave everything away!
Remembering back then, when I framed you, this big fool, I almost screwed things up because of my disgust for stupidity. It's really nostalgic!"
Voldemort stepped closer to Hagrid and Harry step by step. The words from his mouth pierced Hagrid's heart, making it feel extremely cold.
"You... It was you back then?!" Hagrid opened his mouth wide. "Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. No one else would be that bad except you!"
"Ha ha ha! Big oaf! Out of my way! Don't make me laugh with that dumb big face of yours!"
Voldemort laughed maniacally, like a great villain whose wish was about to come true.
Feeling wrinkles and spots gradually appearing on his face, which was the back of Quirrell's head, he didn't delay any longer and cast a spell again: "Diffindo!"
Hagrid's red and yellow striped overcoat, as well as the shirt inside the overcoat, instantly shattered into rags. A whole bunch of miscellaneous items fell, among which was the Fake The Philosopher's Stone wrapped in brown paper and twine.
"Ha ha ha ha—"
Voldemort let out another wild and evil laugh. With a wave of his wand, the paper parcel flew into Quirrell's already wizened hand.
"That's Dumbledore's stuff! Ah— Give it back to me!"
Hagrid, his upper clothes torn, let out a roar of extreme fury. This anger even overshadowed his fear of Voldemort. The umbrella wand tightly held in his big hand immediately emitted a dazzling white light.
However, with a light wave of his wand, the Transfiguration spell cast by Hagrid was deflected by an invisible shield and hit a stalactite beside them.
That stalactite immediately turned into a dead rat with sores and pus.
"Sectumsempra!"
While deflecting Hagrid's Transfiguration spell, Voldemort hit Hagrid with another blow.
Hagrid's huge body was sent flying by an explosive energy and landed heavily, covered in blood.
At this time, Dudley in the distance, with great difficulty relying on his tenacious will from two lifetimes, endured the excruciating pain inflicted by the Cruciatus Curse.
Just as he regained his senses, he saw the tip of the wand in Voldemort's hand light up with the light of the Cruciatus Curse again. And this time, the target of the spell shifted to his cousin Harry.
"No—"
Dudley let out a roar of extreme anger. He knew that the maternal love protection would not be effective against the Cruciatus Curse, and his emotions fluctuated violently.
Accompanied by intense anger and unwillingness, an extremely powerful golden magic power spread out from Dudley, instantly sweeping over Voldemort who was about to attack Harry, as well as the vast surrounding space.
This time, he really had a magic power eruption!