I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 45: Bunt

PS: Front row reminder, front row reminder! ! !

This book is originally a fun novel, so don't pursue logic too much.

This chapter has a seriously illogical plot.

If you are a senior Kazakhstan fan, please read this chapter, (hahaha)

Okay, some people may find this chapter annoying, but it doesn’t matter. You can skip it. The next chapter will be seamlessly connected to the previous chapter tomorrow.

However, certainly no one will really choose to skip it just because they read this passage, so--just take it as me to build an armor for myself first.

(Don't beat me up~~~~ Funny.)

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"boom!"

Suddenly, Owen clearly felt that the green light facing him was blocked for a moment.

Then, it suddenly strengthened, and the ice blade that was cutting towards him was also offset by an invisible flame.

Turn into water vapor and dissipate.

Afterwards, a cold temperament that did not belong to human wizards came out of Quirrell wantonly.Countless bolts of lightning randomly split from the tip of the wand that was casting the Death Curse.

"Bang! Kacha!"

"Harry be careful."

The whip turned into lightning kept hitting the big tree beside Owen.

All of a sudden, dust, sawdust, dirt, everything shattered by lightning strikes.Turned into dust flying in the air.

And a wooden thorn splashed from behind Harry unexpectedly, piercing his arm.

In an instant, a piercing pain swept through his whole body.

"Get out of the way!"

It's too late to save you, old hapless Harry.

Owen hurriedly raised his left hand, purple lightning flashing dimly in his hand.

Then he threw it out. He was not yet proficient in ancient magic, especially because his young body greatly reduced the power of all his spells.

But the power of exploding rocks is still there.

Next, a strange landscape appeared.

Obviously both sides of the attack are under the threat of the death curse, but it is the surrounding environment that is injured.

Dashu: You are aloof and you are bullying me because I don’t have long legs and I can’t run, right?

"Trash!" The long-term confrontation, evenly matched, made Voldemort lose his patience, and he continued to increase his control over Quirrell's body and the output of magic power.

And this was beyond the limit of what his body could bear.

"No—Master, don't~~" Quirrell's screams began to rise gradually.

His arm began to have wounds that looked like they were separated by sharp knives, and blood and pieces of flesh fell to the ground.

"Trash! Trash!" Voldemort yelled angrily.He could feel that Quirrell's soul was madly resisting him. This was the will to survive. For a while, he couldn't control this body.

"damn it."

Originally, his strength had only recovered a very small part.Coupled with Quirrell's resistance.This put him, he was in a dilemma.

And Owen did notice something strange about Voldemort.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

His battle plan worked.

Voldemort was at his weakest in the first year.

It's not just that he can only parasitize on other people for his last days, but also because of his parasitism, Quirrell, who is the life force, is also weakened to the point of failure.

If Quirrell could have fought against the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic a few times before, how many more rounds could he hold on now, dragging his body with little vitality left?

So - at this moment, you must not be cowardly, just ridicule!

Crazy taunt!

Let those two souls diverge, and let Voldemort have no time for them, and that's the only way they might make it back to the castle alive tonight.

"Harry!" Owen raised his head and shouted!

Then he forcibly broke off the entanglement with Voldemort's death curse.

Sideways to escape the spell.

"Today, there is the so-called most powerful dark wizard in history as a sparring partner, you have to watch carefully!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly bent down, and towards the figure of Quirrell, he rushed forward.

"The first rule of wizard battle! Always remember! The wand has a limit!"

"Every wizard has his own strengths and weaknesses. The so-called fighting is to make use of strengths and avoid weaknesses."

"It just so happens that I know a little bit of everything!" He came within five steps of Quirrell.

"Just like this evil thing in front of me."

After all, a high flash was thrown out by Owen. "The ultimate lighting technique!"

"The body is so weak, you can tell at a glance that you can't fight!"

The intense light instantly illuminates everything around it.

At the same time, it also panicked Quirrell's eyes.

"First of all—it's close to the body." After a few sliding steps, Owen, who came to Quirrell, broke his posture, and after avoiding an inaccurate death curse, he raised his foot and slammed towards the most important part of Quirrell's man. Kick away.

"Ah~~~" Someone killed a pig in the Forbidden Forest.

"Wizard! What's important is a short fight."

"Punch fast! Move hard! Don't give the opponent a chance to cast a spell!"

"My punch, 50 years of skill (passing through the first [-], the first week of the eighteenth, the second week of the twelfth.) Can he stop it?" After finishing speaking, Owen jumped up on the spot with a sandbag-sized fist. He slammed towards the door behind Quirrell's hidden black robe.

The blow was successful and he was stunned. At this time, the Dark Lord finally had a chance to regain control of this body.

"You still want to cast a spell? Have you asked me?"

But Owen would not give him a chance. He clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and his body leaned sharply to the left. Then he exerted force on his waist and abdomen at the same time, suddenly raised his right hand, and punched the joint of Quirrell's right hand hard. .

"Crack!"

The body with broken bones spread throughout the forest.

"Ah~~~~" Quirrell, who was in a dizzy state, woke up instantly, and then let out another scream.

"If you have an advantage, you have to keep punching, and don't give your opponent any chance to resist!"

Then, Owen grabbed Quirrell's severed arm, pulled it toward him suddenly, and then jumped up, raising his left leg high and kneeling against his lung.

"Die to me!" With his left foot against the lung lobe, he took advantage of the momentum, swung his right foot high, and kicked Quirrell hard, hitting Quirrell's head.

The huge force caused Quirrell to fly backwards.

And the right arm, which was already broken, was torn off directly.The blood was like a bridge across the sky, flying high, and then plummeting to the ground!

Then Owen raised his wand, and the Killing Curse reappeared!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Tongtong Petrochemical!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Fractured!"

"Burning flames!"

One set of China Merchants Bank's cloud and water, and the ashes were thrown away by him!

———This set of combos looked lively, but Owen actually played them out in almost a few seconds.

What was used was a complete prediction of Voldemort's lunatic mentality.

snort!

This means that my Master Ye is not here.Otherwise, little Voldemort, relying on Master Ye's attack speed, once he gets close, he still has the possibility to show off his might.

If you don't beat his shit out, he'll be clean!

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The forest suddenly fell into dead silence.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry, who finally saw his surroundings clearly, was already a little numb from shock.

He didn't see anything, just listened to Owen giving them a lesson there.

Before he closed his eyes, he was still fighting against the dark wizard. How could Owen win when he opened his eyes again?

what is this?

Magic is worse than fists?

Then he would also learn Jill's magic, go to a martial arts school in Chinatown and sign up, and ten years later, he would be directly invincible in the British wizarding world.

Will the boss make money?Will the boss make money?Will the boss make money?

—————Thanks———Separation Line—————

Thanks to Yilan Peng Yuyan for the [-] starting point coin reward.

Thanks to Puhe for the monthly ticket reward.

Thanks to Golden Journey for the monthly ticket reward.