This Hogwarts is not normal

Quirrell, who seemed afraid to move, only seemed to be.

Liu Xiaozhi didn't think he wasn't playing tricks.

"Children, I don't have a wand right now." He tried to maintain a smile on his face, "You are tired of holding it, why don't you put it down first?"

Six pairs of big white eyes shot over.

If it's not soft, then it's hard.

Quirrell, whose smile gradually disappeared, had a sullen face, and the moment he raised his empty left hand, a long gun was also raised.

He used to teach Muggle studies, so how could he not know the truth that a gun is fast if it is seven steps away, and it is still fast within seven steps.

Vincent, squinting close to the front of the scope, lightly rested his index finger on the trigger.

"Professor, I need to remind you of the fundamentals of mines."

The trigger mine will explode when it is released, and it will also explode when it is subjected to a strong external impact.

It doesn't work too hard, so you can only play the emotional card.

"Son, do you know what you're doing?"

Quirrell put his left hand on his chest with a sad face, "Add magic to these things, and those idiots from the Ministry of Magic will send you to Azkaban!"

"Wow, it's so scary~" Vincent pulled the trigger.

The bullet grazed the left shoulder.

"I shot." He moved the gun down. "Will you forgive me, Professor?"

Forgive the shit!

Quirrell wanted to desperately take out the yew wand from his robe right now, and send the nasty kid in front of him to eat big melons with Merlin.

"Of course I'll forgive you, Wayne."

The flattering smile on his face made the two "kind and honest" little badgers frown.

"Digory, Scamander—"

Quirrell was keenly aware of this, "You don't want Wayne to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, do you?"

Both Cedric and Rove clenched their wands tightly.

"Well—to be frank, those magical creatures are indeed controlled by me."

His left hand slid down a little bit, "This is my second class, you have to be vigilant at all times, you can't relax just because there is a banquet—"

"Bam—"

A bullet penetrated the left shoulder.

"Crack—" Vincentra bolted the bullet.

Quirrell, who was about to faint from the pain, had an extremely cruel and fierce light in his eyes.

Both Cedric and Rove were no longer confused, and loosened their fingers slightly so that the spell could hit more easily.

With the help of the perception potion, it's not that the six little ones can't see these small movements.

"So that's the case." Hermione looked at Vincent gratefully seeing that Quirrell was shot in the shoulder without hanging down his left hand.

"You still have a third wand, don't you, Professor."

Her words reminded the lazy twins.

One wand had been severed by Lucy, and one had just been shot through.

Quirrell's earnest words are false, and it is true that he intends to find a chance to escape.

"Professor, you are really insidious." Neither Fred nor George smiled as usual.

This result was something Vincent was happy to see, but it was something Voldemort didn't want to imagine at all.

"Enough, Quirinus—

You trash! "

The moment the voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, he had a feeling that his soul was bound.

Black magic about souls is evil and cruel.

From the moment of possession, Quirrell's fate is destined to be unable to escape the bondage.

"Master, you—"

"Give your all, Quirinus!"

The real Quirrell closed his eyes.

A very dangerous and extremely destructive aura suddenly appeared in the perception of the six little ones.

"Wayne!"

"I know!"

While Cedric and Rove were chanting the Iron Armor Curse, Vincent pulled the trigger on the mine.

With a "boom", the explosion even involved the mines next to it.

In the corridor leading to the front of the principal's office, a large hole of more than five meters was blasted out in the ground.

However, in the billowing smoke, there is a pair of cold eyes like snakes.

"Qi Luo", who did not fall to the seventh floor, slowly floated out of the black smoke.

Half of his body was burned, the long scarf on his head was also torn, and there were wounds pierced by landmine fragments and stones almost all over his body.

"Two bloody Mudbloods."

After saying this, the body and the things that were blown up just now turned into spikes and shot out.

"Armor protection—"

The defense of the six-fold Iron Armor Curse can hardly block all attacks.

"Qi Luo" snorted coldly, and stepped on the floor in front of them with blood-stained feet.

"You are not Quirinus Quirrell." Vincent quietly held the shrunken "blowpipe" in his hand.

"who are you!"

"Quirrell" smiled and shook his head, "Wayne—Wayne—

Vincent Wayne, the first born Occlumency master in the history of Hogwarts. "

He tore off the turban with his bloody left hand, "Such a humble surname does not deserve such a great talent."

Rove's expression changed drastically. .seven

Why does this tone sound like a person?

Both the twins and Cedric vaguely guessed something.

Even Hermione, who didn't dare to think about it at all, knew that the real identity of Quirrell, who was not afraid of pain in front of him, would never be something simple.

"Is there something wrong with my surname?" Vincent began to concentrate all his attention, "As a professor at Hogwarts, don't you still advocate the supremacy of pure blood?"

"Ho ho ho-"

The sneering "Quirrell" threw away the wand with only the handle left, "If you weren't born in Muggles, it would be great if you were from a mixed-race family."

Gracefully and calmly, he pushed back his tattered robe, and took the yew wand in his hand.

"Unfortunately, I don't need a Mudblood."

Combined with the blood still oozing out of his body, it looks strange and indescribable.

No matter how polite he was, the ubiquitous dangerous aura didn't dissipate, and even multiplied.

"So who are you?" Vincent was fearless in the face of danger, "Can you give me a name so that I can complain to Mr. Merlin?"

"Quirrell" looked at him with interest, and waved the yew wand in his hand after a moment.

The original tattered robe was replaced by a loose black robe.

The exposed wounds, large and small, were as pale as if they had been washed.

"I can satisfy you, Vincent Wayne."

Quirrell's neck suddenly twisted 180 degrees.

There was no pustules on that face, but the collapsed face could still be vaguely seen. Words could not describe its ugliness.

The six cubs who smelled garlic and alcohol had a physiological reaction on the spot.

Their symptoms such as nausea and retching manifested immediately in various forms.

Ugly Face didn't mind that.

He just bowed politely, resting his yew wand on his left shoulder.

"I am Voldemort."

Just three simple words made the faces of the six people on the opposite side sink instantly.

"Voldemort? The Dark Lord who was beaten away by little Harry and couldn't even mention his name?"

"Wow, this looks too ugly!"

Fred and George said it, albeit out of place as a joke.

"It must be ugly." Vincent lowered Enfield and quietly hid his left hand behind his back.

"I haven't seen the sun for 11 years, and I have to look like this due to calcium deficiency."

Voldemort grinned, "I'm glad to have wizards calling me by my first name again.

But it is a pity that you are all just a group of young wizards who have not yet graduated. "

He raised his yew wand, "But I can give you a chance, if—"

Vincent quickly used the transformation technique to undo the "Blowpipe".

Before it had fully returned to its original size, he had already pulled the trigger.

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