Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Gradually, Quirrell's aura grew stronger and stronger.

Under Sebastian's magic perception, more and more red light spots emanated from Quirrell's body.

Very good!

Sebastian nodded with satisfaction. As long as Quirrell had the courage to resist and the power of love, the spell he had researched would be useful.

It was a love spell he had researched based on the basic runes representing love left by Ravenclaw.

Its greatest effect was to evoke and amplify the power of love in people's hearts, using this love as a shield to resist the erosion of evil thoughts.

Using it to deal with the half-dead Voldemort was just the right use for it.

Watching the substance representing love around Quirrell become thicker and thicker, gradually forming a tendency to stand up against the evil emanating from Voldemort.

Sebastian realized the time was right, and he pointed his wand at Quirrell.

“Mind Shield!”

In an instant, Quirrell's mind was filled with beautiful memories of the past.

He thought of the first time he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter;

He thought of the first time he went to Ollivander's to buy a wand;

He thought of the first time he came to Platform 9 and 3/4 and saw the Hogwarts Express;

He thought of his room full of flower specimens;

He thought of Professor Flitwick, who recommended him to stay at the school to teach after becoming an outstanding graduate;

He thought of his parents waiting for him in his hometown…

These loving scenes completely awakened Quirrell's desire to live.

He longed to go to Northern Europe again to see the aurora;

Longed to chase rainbows after the rain;

Longed to experience the beauty of the starry sky;

Longed to see the morning sun tomorrow;

Longed to eat Hogwarts breakfast one more time;

Longed to go to the Forbidden Forest again and make a flower specimen to give to Professor Flitwick…

“Quirinus, you can do it!”

Looking at Quirrell's increasingly firm expression, Professor Flitwick clenched his fists and cheered Quirrell on again and again with his sharp voice.

Harry gradually understood that Professor Quirrell was coerced by Voldemort to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Immediately, he put aside his previous suspicions and shouted loudly at Quirrell: “Professor Quirrell, you can do it! Don't let Voldemort succeed.”

In the surrounding cheers, Quirrell's desire to live completely transformed into the courage and strength to resist.

Taking his own body as a battlefield, he bravely prevented Voldemort from absorbing his life force for the first time.

As the resistance progressed, Quirrell was surprised to find that Voldemort was able to absorb less and less life force.

He felt an unprecedented power surging within his body, it was his own power, his determination to no longer submit.

With each resistance, Voldemort's absorption became more and more feeble, until finally he could no longer absorb a trace of his life force.

This discovery made Quirrell suddenly realize.

So, it turned out that:

Voldemort's current power was so weak.

So, it turned out that:

What he had been afraid of was this weak monster.

So, it turned out that:

He could completely be the master of his own life!

At this moment, in Sebastian's perception, the shield made of love by Quirrell completely resisted the evil emanating from Voldemort.

Very good!

It seemed that the spell he researched was still very successful.

Next, it was time for a satisfying counterattack.

Voldemort, you guy who survives on malice, prepare to accept Quirrell's purification of love.

Sebastian stretched out his wand and gently waved it at Quirrell, and the ice that enveloped Quirrell instantly shattered and disappeared completely.

Quirrell felt an unprecedented sense of freedom, as if the heavy pressure in the darkness was about to be lifted.

He looked at Sebastian gratefully. Immediately, a strong anger towards Voldemort rose in his heart.

He clenched his fists, staggered to stand up straight, and his eyes burned with uncontrollable anger.

“Huff…”

Quirrell took a long breath and let out the loudest roar of his life.

“Voldemort!”

“Get out of my head!!!”

Then, as if self-taught, he controlled the shield that appeared in his mind and firmly struck towards Voldemort.

Hearing Quirrell's roar, Professor Flitwick jumped up excitedly.

Who said Ravenclaw's children have no courage?!

Look at our Quirrell, he is now no worse than anyone else.

Child, you will definitely succeed!

Harry widened his eyes and stared at Professor Quirrell.

Because of nervousness, his palms were full of sweat, and he just silently prayed that Professor Quirrell could drive away the possessed Voldemort.

Different from the excited Professor Flitwick and the nervous Harry, Sebastian completely breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

In his magic perception, the shield composed of love was getting bigger and bigger.

Driven by Quirrell's angry emotions, this shield slapped Voldemort's cheeks again and again, dispersing much of the malice he emitted.

Sensing that Voldemort's aura had weakened, Sebastian completely relaxed.

Success!

Quirrell did it!

Although Voldemort in this state could not be completely eliminated, this overwhelming love was not something Voldemort could endure.

“No! Quirrell, how dare you!” Voldemort couldn't stay any longer. At this moment, he only felt like he had fallen into a raging fire, and his entire face was burning uncomfortably.

Since becoming even worse than a ghost, he had never experienced this uncomfortable feeling again.

For the first time, Voldemort had the idea of leaving Quirrell's body.

He struggled to leave the back of Quirrell's head, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he turned into a mass of something composed of steam and shadows.

“Voldemort!”

Seeing Voldemort separated from Quirrell's body, Harry could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart. He raised his wand and aimed it at Voldemort floating in mid-air.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

It was a pity that Harry's spell directly passed through Voldemort's vapor-like body and did not cause him any trouble.

“Hmph!” Voldemort floated in mid-air, without saying a harsh word, just took a deep look at everyone present, and turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the exit.

Seeing Voldemort leave, Quirrell's courage completely disappeared, and the whole person instantly collapsed.

He first said thank you to Sebastian, and then knelt down beside Professor Flitwick with a plop, hugging him and crying.

“Thank you for coming to save me, I survived!”

Quirrell's tears were like a burst dam, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered this year.

“It's okay, it's completely okay.” Professor Flitwick didn't dislike the tearful Quirrell at all, just gently patted his back, letting him hug himself and cry bitterly.

“You did a great job, Quirinus, I am really proud of you!”

Sebastian stood quietly aside with Harry, not interrupting the peace of this teacher and student for a moment.

It was not until Quirrell's crying gradually weakened that he stepped forward.

Hehe!

The harvest season has arrived!

Sebastian patted Quirrell on the shoulder and said with a smile.

“Professor Quirrell, let's face reality.”

“You are now completely on Voldemort's blacklist. Once he is resurrected, he will definitely kill you in minutes.”

Hearing Sebastian's words, Quirrell completely stopped crying.

This reality was too cruel, making him feel cold all over, and he had the feeling of being frozen again by Sebastian's spell.

He raised his head and looked at Sebastian in horror, as if silently accusing him—how could your thirty-six degree mouth say such cold words.

Meeting Quirrell's fearful gaze, Sebastian smiled gently.

“I can guarantee the safety of your whole family.”

“The prerequisite is that you work for me for the next thirty years.”

“Do you want to consider it, Professor Quirrell?”

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