People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Chapter 204 Voldemort: Three-headed dog with anti-stealth, will people still play with him? !

The next day, as night fell.

Voldemort, who had been suppressing his urgent feelings and adjusting his state to its peak, donned the Deathly Hallows Invisibility Cloak.

Immediately afterward, his figure vanished from this world.

Beneath the Invisibility Cloak, Voldemort repeatedly waved his wand, layering several concealment spells on top.

In this way, even the sounds and smells emanating from under the Invisibility Cloak would be masked by magic.

Combined with the Invisibility Cloak's incredibly powerful cloaking effect, Voldemort was certain that absolutely nothing in this world could detect him.

"Just in case, I've also used some means to ensure that Dumbledore receives a letter from the Ministry of Magic, temporarily drawing him away from Hogwarts to attend a meeting."

"Now, I can say that I am foolproof, with no more accidents!"

"Today, the Philosopher's Stone will belong to me, and my era will make a comeback!"

Voldemort, his face filled with high spirits, left the office directly, passed through the corridor, and headed towards the trapdoor at the end of the fourth-floor corridor.

Along the way, all the statues, portraits, and even ghosts he passed were oblivious to his presence.

Even Snape, who was patrolling in the shadows, showed no reaction when he brushed past Voldemort.

This completely dispelled the faint worries in Voldemort's heart.

It wasn't that he lacked confidence in his magic, but rather that there had been too many inexplicable situations previously, making him somewhat paranoid now.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way, which finally put Voldemort at ease.

After taking a deep breath, Voldemort gently pushed open the trapdoor. Even with just a crack, he slipped through like a snake.

As soon as he entered the room on the other side of the trapdoor, Voldemort's whole body tensed up, his hand under the Invisibility Cloak tightly gripping his wand, ready to face Fluffy's attack.

In his eyes, the three-headed dog should now be called a five-headed dog.

The aura it emitted was enough to rub an ordinary three-headed dog into the ground!

Voldemort's cheek twitched slightly.

He hadn't been here for a while, had the three-headed dog become stronger again?

No, was Dumbledore sick?

What was he feeding the three-headed dog every day?!

At this moment, seemingly because the trapdoor had opened a crack, Fluffy woke up and raised its heads, looking towards Voldemort's direction.

In that instant, Voldemort had the illusion that his whereabouts had been seen through.

But a moment later, Fluffy seemed to think that the trapdoor was merely moved by the wind, and the raised heads lazily drooped down again.

Voldemort breathed a sigh of relief, a confident smile appearing on his face.

"I knew it, how could a mere three-headed dog be able to perceive this level of Invisibility Cloak?"

"Safe, I am absolutely safe now."

His gaze fell on the door behind Fluffy, his eyes burning with passion.

The obstacle that had blocked him for so long was finally being solved.

Beyond this, there shouldn't be any more difficult challenges than the three-headed dog, right?

Philosopher's Stone, I'm coming!

Immediately, Voldemort, controlling Quirrell's body, strode towards the door.

But just as he passed by Fluffy, who seemed to be dozing off, Fluffy changed its posture.

Its thick and powerful tail swept out suddenly, creating a cracking sound in the air as it lashed towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's scalp tingled instantly, and he dodged subconsciously.

But at such close range, even if he reacted quickly, he couldn't dodge completely.

Fluffy's tail solidly brushed against Quirrell's body.

Crack!

Voldemort immediately felt two of Quirrell's ribs break.

Quirrell's consciousness also let out a wail.

"What's going on?"

"Master, didn't the three-headed dog not notice us?!"

Voldemort also frowned, revealing an expression of surprise and uncertainty, the hand gripping his wand tightening for a moment.

But after a moment, realizing that the three-headed dog didn't seem to want to continue attacking, Voldemort breathed a slight sigh of relief, and a guess surfaced in his mind.

"Coincidence?"

"Maybe the three-headed dog just happened to change its posture, and its tail swept over, it's normal for its tail to be so long that it sweeps us."

"Alright, Quirrell, it's just two broken ribs, do you have to shout so loudly? Think about the curse on your body, only the Philosopher's Stone can reshape your body, do you still want to live?"

"Shut up, don't affect my performance!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth fiercely.

To lift the curse and live, so what if he broke two ribs? He would endure, he would endure!

Immediately, Voldemort steadied himself and continued to try to bypass the three-headed dog Fluffy and pass through the door.

But at this time, Fluffy seemed to be uncomfortable with the posture it had just changed to, and changed another posture.

That tail swung over again.

This time, Voldemort, prepared, quickly ducked down and dodged Fluffy's tail.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Fluffy rolled over, and the tail that had just swung past suddenly turned back.

Voldemort's eyes widened.

"Crap!"

Only managing to utter a short curse, he rolled over again.

But this time, the pain from the broken ribs caused Voldemort's movements to falter.

Crack!

Another rib broke!

Voldemort gasped, the look in his eyes towards Fluffy almost spitting fire.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, all you know is how to sleep!"

"You can't even be honest when you sleep, you have to change positions?"

"Why didn't I know before that this three-headed dog thing was so annoying?!"

Quirrell, on the other hand, revealed a suspicious expression.

"Master, why do I suddenly feel a little strange?"

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

"Is there a possibility, I mean a possibility, that we've actually been discovered by the three-headed dog, and it's deliberately acting to play with us?"

But these words were immediately denied by Voldemort.

"Discovered? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"It's not like you haven't seen it, the level of this Invisibility Cloak is ridiculously high, even I might not be able to detect the existence under the Invisibility Cloak when I'm at my peak."

"Plus, I've also used so many concealment spells that even the slightest fluctuation of thought won't be transmitted, Dementors can't even detect me, so how could the three-headed dog's nose be able to find me?"

Quirrell thought about it and agreed, but being injured twice in a row, breaking three or four ribs, made his expression twitch.

"Then Master, should we wait for the three-headed dog to calm down before we go over this time?"

Voldemort thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Soon, they saw that Fluffy had finally calmed down, no longer frequently changing positions, and the eyes on its heads all looked drowsy.

At this time, Voldemort finally tensed his nerves and quickly walked towards the door.

One step, two steps…

As he got closer and closer to the door, and the three-headed dog, especially its tail, still hadn't moved, Voldemort's heart relaxed slightly.

But in the next second, Fluffy seemed to have dreamed of something unpleasant and suddenly kicked out with its hind legs.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's mind was filled with "crap," and he subconsciously cast an Iron Skin Charm.

The invisible barrier slightly resisted Fluffy's kick, but Fluffy, who had become a five-headed dog on the path of reversion, had a strange power that was completely different from before.

Even a dragon would probably be dizzy and see stars if it were kicked by Fluffy!

Even Voldemort, in such a hurry, borrowing Quirrell's body to issue a defense, was actually kicked away by Fluffy.

Immediately afterward, Voldemort's eyes went dark.

When he reacted, he found that he had been kicked onto the wall.

Intense pain came from all over his body, and probably don't know how many bones had cracks!

Quirrell couldn't hold back completely at this time, his consciousness constantly screaming.

"Discovered!"

"This beast has definitely discovered us, otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence every time?"

"Could it be that we are so unlucky every time?"

"Master, this beast is playing with us!"

Voldemort also thought so at first.

But after hearing Quirrell's words, his expression changed slightly.

"Quirrell, what were you saying just now, say it again?"

Quirrell gritted his teeth and said.

"This beast is playing with us!"

Voldemort shook his head.

"No, the previous sentence."

Quirrell paused for a moment, hesitating.

"Could it be that we are so unlucky every time?"

Voldemort took a deep breath, nodded, and said with a face full of indignation.

"Aren't we particularly unlucky every time?"

"How many times have we been struck by lightning?"

"The three-headed dog rolling over in its sleep and accidentally kicking us in an invisible state, how does that not seem more likely than being struck by lightning several times?"

Quirrell was also stunned for a moment, hesitating.

"Seems to make sense."

Voldemort's expression also became firm.

"We shouldn't doubt the Invisibility Cloak, all of this should just be because our luck is too bad."

"But you must know that luck is always controlled by the strong."

"The magic of the Invisibility Cloak has been verified by us, it is impossible to be countered, don't we even dare to believe our own professional judgment?"

"Quirrell, once a wizard begins to doubt his judgment of magic, that is when his strength regresses."

"I, Voldemort, dare to say that no one in this world understands magic better than me, since I say that the Invisibility Cloak cannot be countered, then I will definitely practice this point personally."

"If I doubt my judgment because of a few unlucky coincidences in a short period of time, how could such a weak-willed wizard be me?!"

Hearing this, Quirrell's eyes became more and more admiring and respectful.

As expected of the Dark Lord, regardless of how cruel his methods are or how ruthless his heart is, those who can achieve great things do indeed have extraordinary will.

When he had already wavered, the master still insisted on his previous judgment, not doubting himself because of temporary setbacks.

Great, no need to say more!

He had chosen the right person!

Quirrell cheered up and asked.

"Then Master, what do we do next?"

Voldemort said faintly.

"Luck, fate…"

"Heh, they are just things trampled underfoot by the strong."

"I don't believe it, can the Invisibility Cloak plus my concealment magic lose to coincidence today?"

Immediately, Voldemort rushed towards the door again.

Fluffy's eyes revealed surprise.

Coming again?

Does this invisible intruder have something wrong with his head?

Or is it that under Rhine's guidance, my acting skills are soaring?

However, regardless, for Filch, who was lonely, bored, and lacking toys, several pairs of eyes lit up at once.

Time to play!

… …

At the same time, Rhein silently took a pink letter from the arms of a sleeping Slytherin student.

According to his calculations, the news that Harry possessed a cherished Invisibility Cloak was passed to Voldemort by this student.

As for the method of transmission… …

"This letter?"

Rhein glanced at it casually. Although there were no words on the letter, it seemed to have been hidden by magic.

But how could it escape his penetrating Heavenly Eye?

In the next moment, all the conversations that had taken place on the letter appeared before Rhein's eyes.

But it was at this moment that Rhein's expression gradually changed.

As he realized what spicy thing he was seeing, his face turned ashen.

What the hell… …

Several dozen love letters filled with cheesy lines?

What's more, Rhein seemed to have seen some mottled marks on the letter.

Instantly, he rarely showed a look of horror, and his fear of this letter exceeded that of facing any Outer God.

Terrible, this is simply too terrible.

Voldemort has been playing with this during this time?

No wonder he didn't continue to look for unicorns and was able to bring his state back. So he has transformed into a "succubus"?!

And the Slytherin students have recently been criticized by the professors for being sleepy and listless.

Rhein now understands why. It turns out they are busy flirting with their dream lover on paper?

This Slytherin student also happened to inquire about Harry obtaining a special Invisibility Cloak and immediately wrote it down on the letter as a topic of conversation.

For a time, Rhein felt like ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his heart.

Spicy, too spicy.

With a flick of his hand, the letter returned to its original place silently.

At this moment, the Slytherin student muttered something in his sleep, as if calling out to his lover.

"My moon, my star… …"

"I miss you so much, when can we meet… …"

Rhein felt a twinge in his teeth, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Now that he knew that Voldemort was absorbing life force to restore his state in this way, Rhein naturally couldn't let him get his way so easily.

Thinking of this, a strange look suddenly appeared in Rhein's eyes.

The penetrating Heavenly Eye flickered, and in an instant, he discerned the magic that Voldemort had cast on this letter.

Then, Rhein casually outlined, and ink marks appeared on the letter, condensing into words.

"My dear, I think we have been communicating on the letter for a long time. Tonight, I mustered up the courage to meet you in person and tell you something very important… …"

"Please follow the arrows on the letter to find me."

Immediately, Rhein's lips curled into a strange smile, and then he left the Slytherin House.

Not long after he left, the students in the entire Slytherin House who held pink letters and were bewitched by Voldemort suddenly felt a burning sensation from the pink letters in their arms, waking them from their sleep.

Then they saw the words appearing on the letter.

Immediately, these Slytherin students, who had long been mesmerized and infatuated, were overjoyed.

"What?"

"Can we finally meet?"

"My beloved, wait for me!"

One by one, the Slytherin students couldn't even bother to put on their clothes properly, and they clutched their wands and pink letters, and hurriedly left the dormitory.

… …

"Fuck!"

At this time, Voldemort was panting, feeling rather defeated.

His whole body had more than a dozen broken bones, and he was covered in wounds and extremely miserable.

This was the result of his attempts to bypass the three-headed dog Filch during this period, but he was "accidentally injured" again and again.

He couldn't figure out how he could be wrapped in an Invisibility Cloak and attached with such powerful concealment magic, and the three-headed dog couldn't possibly detect him.

How could it be such a coincidence that he was repeatedly unable to cross the line?

Is his luck really that bad?!

"No, I refuse to accept it!"

"Mere fate is just something I play with, how dare it override me?"

Voldemort's eyes were red.

But in the next moment, Filch slapped him over, causing him to fly out unexpectedly and spit out a mouthful of blood directly.

"You! ?"

Voldemort stared at Filch.

Wait, he didn't move?

Wasn't the three-headed dog sleeping, how could it slap him?

At this time, the three-headed dog Filch scratched his head, feeling a thud in his heart.

Oops, he got carried away and couldn't help it… …

Can he pretend now, is it still too late?

Sleepwalking, just pretend to be sleepwalking.

Filch swayed and was about to lie back down, but Voldemort noticed the compass magic item on Filch's head.

Although he didn't know what this magic item was, he could see that the compass magic item's pointer was always pointing at his position.

In an instant, Voldemort understood.

From the beginning, this three-headed dog knew that he had come in invisibly?

It knew everything, and was deliberately acting to play with him?

He was being played by a dog?!

A monstrous rage burst forth from his heart instantly.

"Beast!"

The furious Voldemort clenched his wand and unhesitatingly cast a Killing Curse at Filch.

A dazzling green light erupted in the room.

But the three-headed dog's magic resistance was already extremely strong, and due to the bloodline of its ancestors, it was one of the very few creatures in the magical world that had resistance to the Killing Curse.

Even before, Voldemort's Killing Curse was difficult to do anything to Filch.

What's more, the current Filch had already undergone a transformation and was far superior to ordinary three-headed dogs.

Even if it was Voldemort's furious Killing Curse, after Filch was hit, he only staggered two steps, shook his head, and then stood firm again.

This time, Filch's eyes narrowed, and he slowly grinned.

Has it been discovered?

That's good, he can change the game to play.

This game is called—

You run, I chase, you can't escape!

In the next second, the entire ground seemed to be shaking, and the evil wind was blowing.

All the space in front of Voldemort was simply occupied by Filch.

Five huge dog heads bit at Voldemort at the same time.

Even if Voldemort was wearing the Invisibility Cloak, the compass magic item's pointer was still tightly tracking his position.

In front of the archaic magic item that could break invisibility, even the Deathly Hallow Invisibility Cloak was useless!

No matter how furious Voldemort was, at this moment, he could only desperately escape in the room.

While escaping, Voldemort cursed in his heart.

TMD, anyone who can make an alchemy item that can break this level of Invisibility Cloak is probably enough to get a Merlin Medal and cause a sensation in the magical world.

You put this kind of achievement on a dog's head?

Are you even letting people play?!

As for directly defeating Filch?

Voldemort doubted whether his recovered power could do this.

Even if he could, he would have to empty all his savings, what would he do with the later levels?

This was the power he had accumulated by writing those cheesy love words in "online dating" every night!

At this time, even though he hated it so much that he gritted his teeth, Voldemort could only desperately cast a spell, temporarily stopping Filch's footsteps for a moment.

Then he dragged his wounded body out of the trapdoor without looking back and left the room guarded by Filch.

After returning to the fourth floor corridor, Voldemort finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could recover, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why are there so many people in the fourth floor corridor all of a sudden?

What are so many Slytherins waiting here for?

Each of them is disheveled, holding letters in their hands, as if they are looking for something.

An ominous premonition gradually rose in his heart.

It seems like something bad is about to happen?

In the next moment, the eyes of those Slytherins who followed the arrows on the letter to get here lit up.

When Voldemort came out of the trapdoor, the arrows that had been silent after guiding them here finally reacted again, pointing straight at Voldemort's invisible position.

The Slytherin students let out cries of surprise.

"My beloved!"

"My moonlight, my starlight, have you finally come to see me?"

"Such superb invisibility magic, no wonder you are my lover!"

"Come on, don't be shy anymore, come into my arms!"

Immediately, some Slytherin students couldn't hold back and opened their arms to hug the invisible Voldemort.

Voldemort felt a chill down his spine.

Although he could accept using cheesy love words on the letter to absorb the students' lives, his integrity was not low enough to flirt with so many students in person.

What's more, according to the extent of these students… …

Voldemort felt that he might be turned into a cream puff… …

He quickly dodged away, feeling a burst of MMP in his heart.

"What the hell is going on!"

"Wait, are you sick?!"

The Slytherin wizard who missed the hug looked confused, looked at the arrow on the letter that had changed position again, seemed to understand something, and showed a strange smile.

"Naughty?"

"Playing games with me, huh, little darling?"

"Hehe, if I catch you, can I punish you as I please?"

"Then I'm coming!"

In the next moment, the other Slytherin wizards also rushed over.

"Baby!"

"Where's my baby?"

"Are you playing hide-and-seek with me too?"

"Hehe, good, if I catch you, I'm going to play all the tricks you played with me on the letter!"

At this moment, Voldemort felt a chill and returned his body to Quirrell.

"Quirrell, you are a professor, you are better at dealing with young wizards."

"You handle this scene!"

Quirrell, after being at a loss, looked at the young wizards who were smiling evilly and about to chase him to punish him, his face full of despair.

"Voldemort?"

"NMSL! ! !"