The air at their center was instantly blown open by uncontrollable magic.

Both of them were thrown away at the same time.

Vincent was wearing a body armor, and his chest, which faced the explosion, and his back, which hit a tree trunk, were both fine.

But it's hard to say that Voldemort fell like a rag doll.

He stood up limply, half of his cloak was torn off, revealing an extremely terrifying eye.

This emotionless eye took a deep look at Vincent who was struggling to get up.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

He stretched out his hand to hold the wand shot by the opponent, and summoned back the half-length alder wand that fell on the ground with his other hand.

Under the gaze of Snape, who was trying to deal with Li Huo, and Vincent who was running towards him, Quirrell's body gradually decomposed into black mist.

"Back to you!"

The dagger disguised as a wand was inserted behind Vincent who was squatting on the spot.

The black smoke was like an invisible object, quickly disappearing into the deepest part of the forbidden forest.

Voldemort ran away again.

It ran quite neatly.

"Wayne!" Snape shouted.

He stood up slowly, as if he wanted to catch someone regardless of the fire.

"I'm not him!"

Vincent drawled, "I'm Malfoy—Draco Malfoy!"

Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, he took a step forward arrogantly.

"Professor, I will definitely bring reinforcements back."

Snape's lips trembled as he watched him swagger away.

Regardless of Li Huo?

Stop joking, people will die.

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Chapter completed!