Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 74 Soul Melting
When Linde heard Quirrell's words, he turned around and looked at him in disbelief.

Voldemort also lost the excitement just now, but said gloomyly: "Why, Quirinus, do you really think you are a god?"

Quirinus, the name of Quirinus, is the Roman god of war.

After hearing this, Quirrell smiled faintly, "Hehe, Voldemort, you are really strong. Even you, the weakest remnant soul, I can't defeat you, and I am parasitized by you instead."

"But you should never kill a unicorn and drink its blood!" At this point, Quirrell couldn't help snickering softly.

"I've never been cursed! You've always been cursed, idiot!" Quirrell couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Then, what do you want to express?" Bursts of black mist gushed out from the back of Quirrell's head and turned into Voldemort's ugly face in the air. He stared at Quirrell, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Linde looked at the situation and secretly pulled the doorknob, but the doorknob didn't move at all.

damn it!
And Quirrell was even more proud, "I went to you in the first place to kill you, or get some good things from you!" As he said, Quirrell raised his hands proudly.

"I—Quirinus Quirrell, one of Ravenclaw's most outstanding students. You have never really manipulated me. Maybe your soul has suppressed me to a certain extent, but I don't Not actually manipulated by you.

I've been trying to squeeze the knowledge out of your head.Right, those spells you taught me, my good!host!people! "

As he said that, the pride on Quirrell's face couldn't be hidden.

Voldemort was so angry, "I will kill..." As a result, he was interrupted by Quirrell in the middle of his words.

"Quiet, quiet. I'm talking! It was your act of sucking unicorn blood that gave you the unicorn curse.

And it gave me some new ideas! "

As he spoke, Quirrell waved his wand in a gathering shape.

"Come on! The dark wizard who shrouded the whole of Britain under the haze of fear more than ten years ago.

Let me devour your soul and 'hand over' all your knowledge to me. "As he said, Quirrell's smile gradually twisted, and then he waved his wand and bounced a white spell.

Afterwards, he happily turned his head to look at Linde.Just now, Linde, who realized that there was no hope of escape, cast a spell in the past.

"But I think before that, I need to solve some small troubles!" As he said, he waved his wand again and again, and fired several spells in an instant.

Silent, burst spells of various forms.It was as if his first confrontation with Quirrell seemed that Quirrell was not serious at all, and it was not at the same level as the spell fired this time.

Linde dodged in a hurry, and Andersen also flew away.But after all, he couldn't dodge in time and was hit by a spell.

The two armor curses he hastily cast on himself during the roll and dodge just now were like paper, they could be broken with one poke, and then the body was directly hit by the curse.

After Linde was hit, he also knew what kind of spell it was.

A simple stun spell.The mantra is simple: swoon.

However, Linde who was hit felt like he was hit by a big truck. His spine was broken inch by inch, and he flew upside down and smashed the wall with cracks.

It was like the scene he saw in Professor Flitwick's photo when he was learning the water gun spell.

The body fell to the ground uncontrollably, coughing up red and black blood and internal organs.

Linde only felt the gradual loss of consciousness.

"This... is this the difference! The difference in spellcasting, the difference in the power of spells..."

Before, Linde only thought about watching wizard duels in movies in his previous life, which was simply casting spells.

It's different now, and now he suddenly thought of "Deathly Hallows: Part [-]", the housewife wizard Molly smashed the immobilized Bellatrix into powder with a spell.

Thinking of Professor McGonagall's spell that drove the stone soldiers in the entire castle.

I thought of Aberforth's spell that directly completed most of the Hogwarts Castle shield.

Thinking of the black curtains in Paris in "Fantastic Beasts II"...

It turns out that I have no concept of high-end combat power in this world...

Linde thought, and finally looked regretfully at Harry who was running towards him.

"Lind! Lind!"

Harry pushed Linde who was getting colder, his hands were covered with blood from his body, and tears trickled down his face.

Behind him, Quirrell cast another spell.Green light shot into Harry's body.

It was a spell Harry had never heard before, and it seemed to be pronounced like this: Avada gnawed a big melon...

Seeing Harry's fallen figure, Quirrell turned his head and laughed, "Well, I'll avenge you, now you should pay the reward!"

"Let's cooperate! I can give you everything you want!" Seeing this scene, Voldemort also made a concession.

"What I want most is you! It's you!" Quirrell laughed. "Think about it, if I kill you again, I will not only get the knowledge in your mind, but also get the Philosopher's Stone. If I contact someone to do a report, maybe I can still gain the reputation of defeating Voldemort!"

"I want too much, and you give me your 'all', just enough to meet all my needs!" Quirrell opened his hands again in a hug.

As he spoke, Quirrell kept waving the spell in his hand, and Voldemort began to scream.

"Don't think... you've got the chance..." Voldemort screamed.

And Quirrell continued to cast spells non-stop.

"You will regret this……"

"I never regret it." Quirrell said confidently. "This is my decision, why should I regret it!"

Quirrell seemed to be breathing, inhaling the black mist transformed by Voldemort into his lungs little by little.

With the inhalation of the black mist, Quirrell also began to frown, showing an uncomfortable expression!
The devouring of souls, the fusion of memories...

These are not simple things.

Thinking, Quirrell stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his mouth.Then hummed a crappy ditty.

He waved both hands, with a wand in one hand, like a conductor.Voldemort on the opposite side of him was making a shrill high-pitched sound.

"You...wait for me..." Voldemort let out the last scream, and then even split his own black mist in half.

He split his soul again!

The unrestrained soul flew out of the effective range of Quirrell's spell, and burrowed into the pipes on the surrounding walls.

Quirrell was obviously also frightened. He lost his footing and stepped back, making the sound of treading water.

water? !

(End of this chapter)