Hogwarts: My plants are 100 million points evil

Chapter 175: Confusing Voldemort.

The battle quickly ended in Leonard’s victory.

Leonard clapped his hands and stood next to the Weasley twins who were buried in snow and forced to be snowmen, and leisurely patted the snowflakes off their clothes. George and Fred were not angry after being buried. They huddled in the snowdrift and pointed at each other and laughed.

This laughter infected many people, and also made many people join in the fun and entertainment of mutual burial.

Amidst the laughter, a figure that was out of place came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Quirrell walked on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The sorrow in his heart was incompatible with the joy around him. Why is my life so miserable?

Quirrell thought as he passed by the courtyard.

During this Christmas vacation, he went to Knockturn Alley and bought a dragon egg. This dragon egg was an important part of his plan to steal the Sorcerer’s Stone, so even though this dragon egg cost him all his wealth, Quirrell didn’t have any money. Complain.

The main reason is that he cannot and does not dare to complain. Voldemort is sitting on the back of his head. If he dares to complain, what he will receive will definitely not be comfort or compensation, but cruel punishment.

That kind of excruciating punishment made Quirrell want to die immediately every time, but after the pain was over, the humble desire to live emerged, allowing him to continue to maintain this difficult life.

Fortunately, being a professor at Hogwarts provided free room and board, otherwise Quirrell suspected that he would be trapped and die while helping Voldemort complete his cause.

When did you become what you are now? It was obvious that what he originally wanted to do was to control Voldemort to squeeze out the Dark Lord’s knowledge of dark magic.

It was obviously him who made the first move, but why was he manipulated by Voldemort instead? A gust of cold wind blew by, and Quirrell sneezed and wrapped his winter robe tightly around him.

His body became weaker and weaker, and Voldemort was like a leech rooted in his body, sucking his life to maintain Voldemort’s own life, completely regardless of Quirrell’s life or death.

If he can’t find a unicorn to continue his life, let’s not talk about the magic stone. He probably won’t survive the end of spring. Looking at the falling snowflakes in the sky, Quirrell sighed that his life was as fleeting as these snowflakes.

”Look, isn’t that Quirrell? Fred emerged from the snowdrift and sneezed, pointing at Quirrell who was looking up at the sky and sighing.

”What is he doing?”

”Probably lamenting life.”

Leonard glanced at it and said casually.

”I think he was lamenting his poor teaching skills. This year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class was the most boring and useless class I have ever had.”

Fred looked angry.

”This left George and I uninspired.”

Quillo can only read textbooks in class. This is the consensus of all students. However, some students don’t care and even find it easy, while some students hate this kind of salary thief very much.

”This guy is really hateful.”

George nodded with deep approval.

”And it’s very strange. He smells weird and has a turban on his head. He doesn’t look like a good person at first glance.”

As soon as George finished complaining, he saw Fred bending down and making a snowball on the ground, and asked curiously

”Fred? What are you going to do?”

”Give this salary thief some punishment.”

Fred said with a smirk. >r

>”I wonder what he would do if his turban got wet. As soon as he finished speaking, Fred threw the snowball in his hand.”

What a great job.” Leonard glanced at the excited Fred and sighed.

On the other side, Quirrell, who was lamenting his miserable state, suddenly felt a sound coming from behind his head.

He didn’t Leonard’s reaction ability was such that he didn’t even realize that the thing was coming towards him. He turned around to look curiously, and then a snowball slapped him in the face. The cold feeling almost made the weak Qi… Luo breathed his last.

What happened? Who was playing this nasty joke on him? Quirrell angrily swept away the snow on his face and looked towards the direction where the snowball was flying. His face turned black. Only a dozen snowballs were seen. The ball hit his head like a bullet. Such a hit would have knocked him unconscious!

Quirrell was so frightened that he ran away, but those snowballs chased after the back of his head as if they had eyes. Quirrell turned around and saw Snowball chasing after him. His face turned pale with fright. You must know that the face on the back of his head was Voldemort’s. Who is so bold as to hit Voldemort’s face with a snowball? What’s even more terrifying If he allowed these snowballs to hit Voldemort’s face, he didn’t know what terrible things would happen. Voldemort wouldn’t be so angry that he would just jump up and kill him, right? Or kill the one who dared to hit him with snowballs first? Man?

Quirrell tried hard to escape. It was best to escape to other professors quickly, but he overestimated his physical strength. After a while, he was overtaken by snowballs, and they were hit one after another by snowballs. On the back of Quirrell’s head, every blow was like hitting Quirrell’s lifeblood.

He didn’t feel any pain. The snowball hitting Voldemort’s face did no harm to him at all, but he was not sure that he Can he withstand Voldemort’s anger?

Quirrell also thought about using his head to fight the snowballs, but these hateful snowballs didn’t care about his face at all. Even if he went up to him, the snowballs would avoid him and move towards him. He was hit on the back of the head.

The person who threw the snowball and used magic did it on purpose!

Quirrell gave up the struggle and was hit by the snowball and buried in the snowdrift. It took him a while to get up in embarrassment.

The students around him were roaring. Laugh, they have never seen any professor so embarrassed, and they have never laughed at any professor, because every professor is very powerful.

But Quirrell is definitely an anomaly, and his uselessness is right in front of the students. Of course, the students would not be polite to such a professor, and laughed loudly and mocked him.

Quirrell’s face was like a paint shop, turning red, white, and black. In the end, he didn’t even look for snow. The ball hit him, but he left in despair

”Gee, I thought he would come to trouble me. Fred said regretfully with the wand in his hand, watching Quirrell leave.

”It’s just, it’s really useless.”

George also held a magic wand in his hand, and the dozen snowballs just now were controlled by them.

Leonard looked at the two timid guys and shook his head.

These two guys are really timid, but they It can be regarded as an achievement that has never been achieved before and probably will never be followed again. He hit Voldemort in the face with a snowball and escaped unscathed.

This is an achievement worthy of being recorded in the history of magic.