Dimensional Trader in Marvel

Chapter 452 - 448: Quirrell? Voldemort? Trash!

High above the Quidditch pitch, Harry's life was in danger due to his broom behaving strangely.Down on the ground, Ron, who had noticed Snape muttering what he thought was a curse, tried to "save" his friend.

But before he could get close to Snape, a spell rang out behind him.

"Expelliarmus!"

The sudden noise attracted everyone's attention.

They saw Draco Malfoy standing next to Professor Quirrell, who was now disarmed and thrown back into his seat.

Draco's wand was pointed directly at him.

"Mr. Malfoy, what is the meaning of this?" Snape, who had stopped his counter-curse now that Harry seemed safe, turned and demanded an explanation.

"Doing the same thing you were, Professor," Draco replied with a light laugh.

"The same as me?" Snape was taken aback for a moment, then his expression hardened as he turned a sharp gaze towards Quirrell. "It was you?"

"N-No... I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Malfoy. How could you attack me..." Quirrell stammered, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Stop pretending, Professor Quirrell. Or should I say... Voldemort!" Draco sneered, boldly speaking the name so many feared aloud in front of the entire crowd.

"Draco, have you gone mad? That's Professor Quirrell!" Ron immediately shouted in Quirrell's defense.

"Idiot, he was the one trying to kill Harry just now!" Draco shot Ron a contemptuous look.

Draco's words caused an uproar among the spectators.

"You're the idiot! It was Snape who wanted to kill Harry!" Provoked, Ron blurted out his suspicion of Snape without thinking.

"...See, Professor Snape? This is what the fools of Gryffindor think of you. Doesn't it bother you at all?" Draco couldn't help but laugh, addressing Snape.

"Never mind them. The issue at hand is your accusation," Snape said sternly. "You claim Quirrell tried to kill Harry, and even allege he is Voldemort. Do you have any proof? Accusing a professor is a very serious matter."

"That's right, Mr. Malfoy. You cannot act recklessly at Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall and the other Heads of House had now gathered around.

"Proof? It's simple..." Draco gave a light laugh. With a flick of his wand—and without uttering a single incantation—he sent a spell shooting towards Quirrell.

The attack was so sudden that no one, not even Voldemort sharing Quirrell's body, could react in time.

Everyone watched as the spell struck Quirrell's turban.

Instantly, the turban crumbled to dust as if aged a thousand years in a second, scattering in the wind.rying to kill Harry wasn't Snape, whom they had suspected all along, but Quirrell, whom they had pitied? And Quirrell was Voldemort?

This revelation was hard for the two boys, who had wrongly accused Snape, to swallow.

What was even harder to accept was that Draco Malfoy, whom they had always looked down upon, had become the hero who defeated Voldemort, displaying terrifying power in the process. The thought of that Void Storm spell being aimed at them made both boys shudder.

As for Hermione? Her preconceptions about Draco had already shifted, and now she looked at him with pure admiration.

Just as Draco was about to follow the professors to the Headmaster's office, he caught sight of the stunned Ron out of the corner of his eye and remembered something. He walked over to him.

"What... what do you want? You can't hit me... you promised the professors you wouldn't break the rules!" Ron stammered, backing away fearfully.

"I have no interest in bullying idiots. Give me your rat," Draco said, rolling his eyes. He had long lost any desire to pick on Ron; they were on completely different levels now.

However, the professors seemed to misunderstand his intentions, thinking he was about to harass Ron. But given the power Draco had just displayed, they couldn't easily reprimand him as professors—after all, they likely couldn't withstand a Void Storm either.

So, Professor McGonagall stepped in to protect her student. "Mr. Malfoy, what do you want with Mr. Weasley's pet?"

"That's not a pet. It's an Animagus," Draco stated bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush.

An Animagus?

While the professors were still processing this, the rat suddenly shot out of Ron's pocket, desperately trying to flee into the crowd of students.

"Trying to escape?" Draco snorted. With a flick of his wand, a hand made of arcane energy materialized from above, grabbing the fleeing rat.

"Reveal yourself, Peter Pettigrew!" Before anyone could marvel at this new spell, Draco sent another pulse of energy at the rat trapped in the arcane hand.

Everyone watched as the rat began to transform, eventually shifting into an ugly, short man.

It was really Peter Pettigrew?!

Most students present didn't recognize him, but the professors certainly knew this former member of Harry's father's group of friends.

But wasn't he supposed to be dead?