Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 56 The Cerberus Who Loves Rock Music

Perhaps they heard Bella's mocking voice.

Quirrell, no, to be precise, it should be Voldemort who is now in control of the body. He slowly raised his head, and his cold, bloodshot eyes pierced through the night, instantly spotting two figures hidden behind the bushes—Sean and Bella.

He had seen Sean's figure before.

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity with the eyes of the black-robed wizard standing next to Sean, hidden beneath his hood.

Somewhat like... Bella, whom he just mentioned.

Or is it just my imagination...?

Noticing Voldemort's gaze fixed on them, Sean realized there was no need for them to continue hiding. He gestured to Bella with his eyes, and together they stepped out of the bushes.

"You've finally arrived." Voldemort looked at them, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips.

"Stop talking nonsense, did you bring the things?"

Voldemort snorted coldly, said nothing, and then took out several tattered books from somewhere and threw them on the ground in front of the two of them.

Sean used a spell to gently float the book into Bella's hands, indicating that she should check the contents to make sure they were correct.

This is why Sean brought Bella along—Bella has studied dark magic for over twenty years and her understanding of it far surpasses his.

Bella initially flipped through the book casually, but as her gaze moved across the pages, her movements gradually became more deliberate and meticulous.

Deep down, Bella initially scoffed at Sean's actions, believing it was just an excuse for him to meet with her.

After all, in Bella's opinion, apart from the Dark Lord and that old man she deeply loathed, almost no one could compare to her in their understanding of dark magic.

However, as Bella turned the pages, she was shocked to discover that the book not only deeply analyzed the essence of dark magic, but also revealed many mysterious spells and solemn rituals she had never encountered before. Every page was filled with detailed annotations and unique insights, even for someone like her...

Suddenly, her finger stopped on a page and remained motionless for a long time. Her eyes widened as if she had seen something unbelievable, and even her breathing became shallow.

After a while, she slowly raised her head and looked at Sean. She opened her mouth, but seemed not to know what to say.

Finally, she simply pointed to the book in her hand, indicating that Sean should look at this page.

Sean leaned over for a look, and sure enough, there was a record about Horcruxes.

"Where's the message I'm asking for?" Voldemort seemed to be getting impatient, and he asked in a cold tone.

Sean calmly put the book into his pocket before looking up at him. "That Cerberus likes to listen to music, especially rock."

Voldemort frowned, a dangerous glint in his voice, "You dare to play me?"

"That dog is obsessed with rock music. As soon as the music starts, it gets completely absorbed and can't listen to anything else." Sean smiled slightly. "Whether I'm kidding you or not, you'll find out if you try."

Voldemort stared at Sean for a long time, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of his words.

Finally, he scoffed, "Anything else?"

"As a bonus, the stone was hidden by Dumbledore..." Sean drawled, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.

Just then, Bella received Sean's signal and instantly drew her wand. A strange green light shot towards Voldemort like lightning. "Adava!" she shouted, the spell carrying deadly intent as it hurtled towards Voldemort.

However, Voldemort was prepared. He smiled contemptuously, calmly waved his wand, and a red light, like a blazing flame, collided head-on with Bellatrix's green light.

A dazzling burst of sparks erupted in the air as the two forces collided violently before dissipating into the dark night sky.

"Hmph, you think such petty tricks can harm me?" Voldemort scoffed, his voice echoing through the night, brimming with an arrogant arrogance. "Since you've chosen to be my enemy, prepare to embrace death!"

After he finished speaking, Voldemort's wand lit up again, this time with an even brighter light, and a powerful dark energy swept towards Bella and Sean.

This force seemed to devour them, making them feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

But as Voldemort's wand traced eerie trajectories in the air, his attacks grew increasingly fierce.

Bella felt that something was off.

Logically speaking, with her abilities and Sean's help, it should have been a piece of cake...

But before she could even grasp the meaning behind it, Sean handed her several egg-like spheres, then took a deep breath and hid behind Bella, gathering his energy.

He's about to unleash his ultimate move.

Bella cursed inwardly and began constructing her defenses. "Super Armor Protection!"

At the same time, she threw away the items that Sean had just handed her—the dung bombs and stink bombs that Sean had confiscated from Weasley during class.

Voldemort easily dodged them, but the dung and stink bombs exploded instantly upon landing, releasing a nauseating stench and filth.

Voldemort hadn't expected them to produce such an unbearable effect. He covered his nose and took a few steps back, his face contorted in disgust.

In an instant, the entire battlefield became filled with a foul stench.

Just then, Sean took a deep breath, completing his energy gathering. He stepped out from behind Bella, gripping his wand tightly in both hands.

A powerful surge of magic gathered at the tip of his wand, about to burst forth.

Voldemort was somewhat taken aback by this unexpected situation.

He never expected that these two ants, whom he had thought he could crush at will, would be able to hold out for so long under his control.

What he didn't expect was that the other party had such a powerful curse.

Given his current physical condition, resisting a spell of this strength would be difficult, but not impossible. He might even be able to keep the two of them here forever if he gave it his all... However, such a battle doesn't seem like a wise choice for him.

He needed to conserve his energy because he had an even more important goal—to obtain the Philosopher's Stone.

After a brief weighing of the pros and cons, he chose to retreat.

"You just wait."

Just as he used the teleportation technique, Bella threw out her last dung bomb.

The feces bomb hit him squarely in the face.

When the dung bomb hit its target, Bella couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Voldemort's expression froze instantly, firstly because of the stench of the excrement bomb on his face, and secondly because of the familiar and hearty laughter; he seemed to recognize the man in black before him...

The next instant, he vanished without a trace.