Hogwarts White Knight

Since Gawain "developed" this spell, this is the first time he has used it to its maximum power.

Quirrell trembled violently, almost visible to the naked eye, and covered his ears with his hands. Not only did he ignore the pickled turban, he almost dropped his wand on the ground.

The scarf shook lightly twice, flew along the small crack in the door, and flew into Gawain's hand.

But Gawain really couldn't be happy.

——Professor Dumbledore came too slowly.

Although he arranged this "revenge" plan, he always had a clear and accurate understanding of his own strength. With a few tricks, he could make Professor Quirrell look embarrassed.

But when it comes to head-on combat...

If he had beaten him, would he have hidden it in the trophy room? With Gawain's temperament, he would have already clenched his fist and blasted that bald head.

"Trash, let me do it!"

The face on the back of Quirrell's head said angrily, and without seeing him do anything, Gawain suddenly felt that his connection with the "Stereo Sound" witch's ghostly scream was broken.

"Master...please forgive...your servant. Your power should not be wasted here..."

Quirrell raised his wand fiercely, and a black light shot out, engulfing Gawain's balls of light. But he fell to his knees on the ground as if he was about to cry.

"Gawain White, is it you? Give up those useless tricks and act like a... knight. That's right, come out and face me like a knight you say."

That face.

Or Tom Riddle, for crying out loud.

"What are you expecting? Do you think Dumbledore's old bee will have time to come over? Give up! He has bigger troubles to solve now!"

Riddle was talking to himself, mixed with Quirrell's sobs, looking particularly cold.

But Riddle's words undoubtedly chilled Gawain's heart, and he suddenly realized his arrogance.

——He is indeed smart, but others are not stupid either, especially people like Riddle who almost overturned the entire wizarding world.

Of course, this is not a wake-up call, but a reminder.

"When did you find out? Let me guess, it was that Friday night, right? I suddenly felt someone was watching me. What props did you use? But why didn't you expose it to Dumbledore?"

The sound echoed in the corridor, and Riddle walked towards the trophy room little by little. Gawain also retreated little by little and went out through another exit.

"Yes, there is no evidence! In just a moment, I have already put on this damn cursed headscarf, how can you see it!

Of course, the suspicious old bee would never believe a little wizard's words. His face looks peaceful, but it always makes people want to cast a curse on him to see if he will get angry! "

Suddenly a red light flashed.

The wooden door of the trophy room was smashed to pieces.

The stubble fell and flew away.

"A person like you, a genius, smart, who wants to explore the power of magic, why should you refuse my invitation? Together with me, we can create a great world!"

Riddle's voice suddenly became loud, as if penetrating the wall, and sounded directly in Gawain's ears.

"Join you? Do you mean becoming like Quirrell, Professor? Is power that valuable? It's even worth giving up your hairline!"

Gawain responded that he had hidden himself at the corner of the corridor, next to the entrance to the secret passage.

He is not a fool.

Although he didn't know why, Gawain was convinced that Riddle was obviously stalling for time.

As for rushing out and throwing the glove in his face?

At most, it is not profitable now.

But if he goes out, he still can't beat him.

That would be a huge loss.

"No, I should say I made a lot of money."

Gawain firmly corrected his point of view.

His achievements are enough to be written into the history of magic.

"Quirinas, our little friend said, I don't want to be like you. Do you regret it? Are you resentful?"

Riddle laughed loudly.

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"How dare you! Master! How dare I! This is all what I paid willingly. If it weren't for my qualifications, you should get more."

Quirrell covered his face with his fingers, and his nails were so hard that he almost scratched the skin.

"In the caves of Albania, Quirinas realized the truth of the world - power. With it, you can do whatever you want.

Gawain White, do you feel it? That talent of yours? To us, magic is not something sacred, but a toy! "

Gawain suddenly shrank his head when he saw Quirrell raising his hand. The next second, a scarlet light shot out and hit the stone slab next to his feet.

He wanted to run away, but felt that it would be unseemly if he ran away now.

"Submit to me, and I will impart power to you, grant you status, and your future will only be under me! Otherwise... Ha! We have a guest here."

Quirrell turned around sharply, causing Riddle's face to face Gawain, who was smiling wildly.

At the end of the corridor, quick but regular footsteps sounded. That kind of footsteps belongs to only one person in the entire Hogwarts.

——Severus Snape.

"White! Why are you here!"

Snape walked out from the end of the corridor, saw Gawain hiding in the corner, and frowned fiercely.

But before he finished speaking, he froze in place, covering his left arm with pain, his face full of pain.

"Severus, my good Severus.

I thought you had forgotten me. "

The corners of Riddle's mouth turned up, as if in greeting, but without a hint of smile.

"Master, I didn't expect you to come."

Even without seeing Riddle, Snape's sallow face suddenly turned pale.

He was half kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Eleven years, eleven years, you have settled in Hogwarts, but you have forgotten your master, haven't you?

Threaten Quirinus and prevent him from placing a curse on Harry Potter. Do you really want to protect Potter and the descendants of that Mudblood? "

Riddle snapped, but didn't move forward.

This made Gawain feel a little confused.

"But there's no secret passage there?"

Gawain secretly guessed, but was at a loss.

He could swear that he clearly remembered the secret passage on the fourth floor recorded on the Marauder's Map.

Past this corner, there is only one bathroom.

But it didn't look like Riddle wanted to wash his face, or that Quirrell needed to wash the back of his head.

"Master, I didn't know that was you."

Professor Snape replied weakly.

But only Gawain, who could see his face, knew that Professor Snape had loosened his left arm and was reaching for the wand with difficulty, blood oozing from his lips.

Big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Traitors should pay the price."

Riddle (Quirrell) suddenly raised his left arm, where black and blood-red light condensed.

"not good!"

A thought flashed through Gawain's mind.

What the hell is decency? Can you eat it?

He pulled Professor Snape's waist sharply.

"arrest momentum!"

(slowing spell)

With a wave of the magic wand, Gawain jumped up, and then pointed the wand directly in front of him, "expulso (flying sand and rocks)", and the blue fire took the two of them flying back violently.

"accio scalf!"

With a flash of inspiration, Gawain waved his magic wand, and the white scarf flew towards him like a swallow.

"protego! (armor protection)"

Professor Snape spoke with difficulty, and a milky white invisible wall stood in front of them.

Black and red flames burst out.

Silence swept through everything.