This Hogwarts is not normal

"puff--"

The bullet hidden in the shoulder with the illusion spell was forcibly forced out by the grinning Quirrell.

He stood up slowly and drew a semicircle with his wand in front of him.

Snape's pupils constricted, "Who the hell are you!"

What answered him was a tall tree riddled with holes and uprooted.

"Shenfeng Wuying——"

As soon as the wand made contact with the flying tree, it was completely cut in half down the middle.

Vincent, who was slightly sideways to avoid half of them, aimed his gun at Quirrell's lower body.

"Chirp—"

"Boom-"

The sound of the impact drowned out the silenced gunfire.

This completely invisible bullet hit the left thigh near the knee.

A pair of breathtaking eyes looked down.

There was no bleeding from the wound, and Quirrell seemed to enjoy the pain very much.

Such a strong black magic aura made Snape frown.

"who are you!"

Quirrell did not answer, but bowed very politely to invite the wizard to duel.

The two gunshot wounds to the shoulder and thigh didn't seem to affect his actions.

"No bleeding, no feeling..."

Vincent, who was secretly analyzing, saw Snape holding his wand, and planned to appreciate their duel.

Quirrell's wand first waved horizontally, and a small swamp appeared where Snape was standing just now.

No spells, it's Transfiguration.

Snape, who was chanting while running, could only cut through the flames surrounding Quirrell.

The hand that wasn't holding the wand actually held the flame in its palm.

Quirrell blew lightly, and threw the fireball, which rapidly expanded as if it had hit a flammable object.

Under the light of the fire, Snape flicked his wand, stirring up a large swath of dirt to resist.

After that, countless fallen leaves floated up.

"Armor protection—" He turned his back against the clod of dirt, defending against the fallen leaves flying all over the sky.

Quirrell was approaching step by step, and the wand in his hand continued to direct the attack.

Snape, who was at a disadvantage, looked ugly.

Facing this mysterious man with powerful magic power, he couldn't even resist effectively.

"who are you!"

The third question ushered in a more intensive attack.

Several seemingly ordinary fallen leaves slipped through the small gap that the Iron Armor Curse could not cover.

Warm blood oozes from Snape's cut black robe.

Even if Voldemort borrowed Quirrell's body, he could easily suppress him.

Even the hidden gun muzzle chose to ignore it as if it didn't exist.

Vincent clutched the pistol tightly.

Can the savior Harry Potter really defeat the resurrected Dark Lord?

His gaze shifted to the silver-white unicorn lying on the ground, which was badly injured.

"Chirp—"

An invisible bullet flying towards the cloak stopped the fallen leaves in mid-air like a signal.

Voldemort didn't dodge it, but it just hovered in front of him.

Even if he couldn't see anything, he just knew there was something here.

Quirrell's wand was lifted into the air.

His eyes were cold, and he smiled contemptuously and summoned a large, irregularly shaped flame.

The speed of this spell was so fast that Snape, who was surrounded by fallen leaves, had just escaped, and these violent flames had already burned the ground.

"Fix a—"

Voldemort moved his green-glowing alder wand across.

Two small black balls rolled down at his feet.

"Avada—"

The smoke formed after the explosion enveloped his whole body in it.

Snape looked at the figure in the flames.

There is no way to resist the Fierce Fire Curse. The only thing that can stand inside with a physical body is an extremely difficult fireproof potion.

"Batman—"

He whispered the name softly, making sure that it wasn't the enemy who disappeared after walking out of the sea of ​​fire.

"You need to give me an explanation."

Vincent didn't answer.

"Tsk tsk." Snape looked longingly at the shrinking smoke cloud inside.

He wanted to unlock the identity of this mysterious man, and Batman couldn't escape either.

But Voldemort didn't think so.

After a few powerful spells, Quirrell's body could hardly hold up.

"Damn bat—"

As the owner of the body said, fleeing is only forced by the situation, and one must endure in order to be resurrected.

But before that, the Dark Lord had to slip out of his stance.

The smoke that shrinks in a certain range quickly explodes in a larger range.

Those fiendish flames with irregular shapes rose high like a tsunami.

Snape half-closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned to face the pouring flames.

Vincent could vaguely see a figure through the smoke.

If his guess is true, such a big commotion before escaping must be because of the blood of the unicorn.

Voldemort didn't take a few steps when he was shot in the back.

"Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp -"

Vincent, who emptied the magazine, put away the gun and replaced it with a dagger disguised as a magic wand.

The Illusion Curse has a disadvantage, that is, it will be dispelled by the Appearance Curse.

But it doesn't matter now.

As long as he didn't kill the unicorn and drink the blood, with Quirrell's current body condition, he probably couldn't use magic like before.

Vincent, wearing a gas mask with goggles and holding a fifteen-inch wand, was exposed to Voldemort, who had taken three bullets.

"Oh it's you--"

Hogwarts' third Occlumency Master was actually a young wizard who had just entered school.

It is impossible for Muggles to be exposed to magic before entering school, so the only explanation is that they are born with this.

"Avada—"

His wand glowed green again.

But Vincent did not retreat, and swung his wand disguised as a dagger forcefully.

Voldemort was confident, at least until tonight.

The severed half of the wand was still shining with green light.

"—Death!"

Using a broken wand as a medium is bound to have incalculable consequences.

The air at their center was instantly blasted by uncontrolled magic.

Both were blown away at the same time.

Vincent was wearing body armor, his chest facing the explosion and his back hitting a tree trunk were fine.

But Voldemort, who fell like a rag doll, is hard to say.

He stood up limply, revealing a terrifying eye with half of his cloak torn off.

These eyes without any emotion took a deep look at Vincent who was struggling to get up.

"Don't want to go!"

He reached out to hold the wand that had been shot, and with the other hand summoned the half of the alder wand that fell to the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of Snape, who was trying to deal with Fiercefire, and Vincent, who was striding forward, Quirrell's body disintegrated into black mist little by little.

"Back to you!"

A dagger disguised as a wand was inserted behind Vincent who was crouching on the spot.

The black smoke, like an invisible thing, quickly disappeared into the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort ran away again.

It ran quite neatly.

"Wayne!" Snape yelled.

He stood up slowly, as if he wanted to catch someone regardless of Fierce Fire.

"I'm not him!"

Vincent drew a long tail, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy!"

Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, he took a step arrogantly.

"Professor, I will definitely bring the rescuers back."

Snape's lips trembled as he watched him swagger away.

No matter Diefire?

Don't be kidding, people will die.

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