Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"Fainted! Fainted! Fainted..."

Alvin raised the nunchaku - the faintly enchanted version, and hit the fallen troll on the head more than a dozen times.

This caused the giant monster with a small head to have a lump several times larger than his head!

When he just passed by here, he found that this giant monster was showing signs of waking up, so in order to avoid accidents, he continued to stack some coma buffs on this guy.

If he hadn't been afraid that the sound of shooting would alarm Quirrell, he would have destroyed it with one shot. But luckily, this nunchaku has been treated with alchemy and already has coma properties, whether it is the physical version or the magic version!

(Troll: No one speaks up for me? I was arrested! ° (′? Dis?｀)゜)

As for the purple wall of flames in front of him, Ivan took out the dragon's breath can, turned on the energy storage mode and threw it into the fire.

He doesn't believe that this flame wall is infinite. It must absorb the surrounding magic power to maintain it. As long as the fire wall absorbs the magic power and recovers, use a can to suck out a gap, and it will be able to pass~

Since you can get through it by drinking the fireproof potion, it means that this magic is not so powerful that it will not make people helpless.

Without the obstruction of the wall of fire, Ivan carefully walked towards the lowest level of the underground.

"How! What did you see!"

After successfully reaching the finish line, the first thing Ivan heard when he got closer was Chilo's excited voice.

Ai Wen carefully touched behind the pillar at the door bit by bit. He didn't know what this room was for, but there were so many pillars! But this also makes it easier for him to hide himself.

It's a pity that I didn't learn the Disillusionment Curse, otherwise it would have been safer.

"He lied~" A cold and hoarse voice sounded in this space. Since there were no outsiders, Voldemort stopped pretending and exposed Harry's lies directly to his face.

Following Voldemort's request, Quirrell took off the scarf that smelled amazing, revealing the ghost-like face on the back of his head.

Harry was extremely frightened at this time. He had never seen such a face before. It was as white as chalk, with a pair of scarlet eyes and two thin nostrils like snakes. He didn't know if he could breathe smoothly. Smooth.

"Harry Potter~" Voldemort's cold and deep voice sounded.

Feeling the strong burning sensation of the scar on his forehead, Harry had already guessed that the ugly thing in front of him was the culprit who killed his parents, Voldemort!

Seeing Harry staring at Voldemort without blinking, Ai guessed that the old monster must have started to use Legilimency! No matter how weak you are, it is not difficult to look at the memory of an 11-year-old child within a few minutes.

"That thing is in your pocket. Give it to me." Voldemort bewitched Harry.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry finally refused to listen to him, shouted and turned around and ran away.

"Kill him!" Voldemort became furious and directly ordered Quirrell to kill the child! Grab the stone.

Quirrell received the order and grabbed Harry directly, trying to strangle him alive. During this period, the Philosopher's Stone flew out of Harry's pocket.

"Target appears! Action!" (?v?v?)!

Ivan picked up a broken table next to him and blocked it in front of him, then quietly moved forward...

While struggling, Harry saw a standing tabletop, moving towards the Philosopher's Stone next to him.

Quirrell and Voldemort also discovered the situation here, and were a little surprised for a while! The hand holding Harry loosened a little.

At this time, three pairs of eyes looked at the moving table approaching the magic stone...

Ivan was still cautiously sticking his head out and reaching out his hand to pick up the magic stone that fell on the ground, but suddenly he noticed that the other two and a half people in the room were looking at him.

(??_?)……

"Good evening, Harry, Professor Quirrell, and Mr. Voldemort." (=?w?)?

Alvin was still reaching for the magic stone.

"It's you!" Quirrell exclaimed.

"It's me. I'm not surprised or surprised!"

"Kill him and get the Sorcerer's Stone!" Voldemort couldn't wait any longer. He already felt that Quirrell's body was about to collapse. Even though there was still a lot of life force supplying him, this body had begun to be unable to withstand this ancient life extension. The price of magic.

After receiving the order, Quirrell took out his wand, pointed it at Ivan, and wanted to shoot a killing curse. Ivan didn't care about the magic stone anymore. With his other hand, he directly took out the Colt from his waist and aimed it at Quirrell!

The dragon's breath spray had a large range, and he was afraid that it would also spray Harry to death, which would be embarrassing. But he didn't expect that the recoil of the alchemical Colt would be so strong that it staggered him and made his arms numb.

When Quirrell saw Ivan taking out that weapon again, the Killing Curse that was about to reach his mouth was replaced by the Iron Armor Curse, and the enchanted Magnum was shot from the barrel of the Alchemy Colt!

The powerful kinetic energy hit the barrier of Quirrell's Iron Armor Curse, causing the already somewhat weakened puppet to stumble backwards, but he narrowly avoided the bullet.

Harry also successfully escaped from the clutches.

Ivan grabbed the magic stone and stuffed it into his wallet, threw Colt to Harry, and stood up with the dragon's breath in his left hand and the wand in his right hand.

"Take it, protect yourself, be ready to help later!" Ivan told Harry and walked towards Quirrell with his weapon raised.

Four consecutive Stunning Curses were blocked by Quirrell's Silent Armor Curse. After all, he was an adult wizard and a Ravenclaw!

Ivan didn't dare to give him a chance to breathe. Seeing that the distance was almost there, he pulled the trigger of the dragon's breath spray.

boom! boom! boom! boom……

Continuous dragon breath bombs hit Quirrell's armor spell. This time, there was no problem of reloading, allowing Quirrell to find a flaw.

Now his magic level is far less powerful than the dragon's breath bomb, but this thing can still cause more damage.

Quirrell was also shocked at this time. This weapon could not be fired continuously last time in the Forbidden Forest. Why was it so powerful this time?

"You loser! You can't even beat a brat! What a loser!" Voldemort roared in an angry voice, and directly took control of Quirrell's body by force.

Quirrell's eyes turned dark, and he let out a loud roar!

"Ah!!!" A powerful wave of magic energy emitted from Quirrell's body, directly knocking Ivan to the ground.

"It's a good alchemical weapon. You are very good, but it's a pity~" As he spoke, the green magic light was already flying towards Ivan.

Ivan raised his wand and a whirlwind appeared out of thin air and rolled him up, barely avoiding the giant gnaw.

"Harry!" Alvin called for support.

As soon as Harry heard that he was being called, he immediately imitated Alvin and raised his gun to shoot.

boom!

"Ouch!" Harry didn't expect the gun's recoil to be so strong. He couldn't hold it steady and was knocked over.

But this enchanted magnum also successfully penetrated Quirrell's waist from behind! A hole was made in Quirrell's body.

"Ah!" There was a shrill scream, and it was unclear whether it was Quirrell or Voldemort who was in pain.

Ivan's crisis was over, and he immediately fired another dragon's breath bullet at the painful Voldemort.

This shot hit, directly igniting Quirrell, and the steel balls smashed him into a sieve.

The other hand was not idle, drawing a circle, and the fireball with black smoke crackled on Quirrell's body.

Blue light needles, magic-breaking blades, blue, green, and purple, and all the black and white qi magic he had learned were thrown at Voldemort, but the damage was somewhat unsatisfactory. After all, his magic was still too weak.

But Voldemort probably couldn't feel the pain, because you can imagine a man with a ferocious anger on his face, as if he was going to tear you apart at the next moment, but he was moaning in pain!

The face and the mouth are busy in their own way. What kind of contrast is that?

Quirrell is in this state! Voldemort had completely given up on him, and forcibly extinguished the fire on his body. He hit Alvin with a disarming spell, and was directly knocked away by Alvin. He fell next to Harry. The wand and hand in Alvin's hand The spray flew out.

Fortunately, the Dragon's Breath Bullet was powerful enough that most of Quirrell's magic power was used to support the Iron Armor Curse. Now Voldemort no longer had the magic power to use the Killing Curse.

"Go to hell! You monster!" Harry, who got up, saw Alvin flying to his side, raised his pistol again and pulled the trigger.

boom!

This time it penetrated Quirrell's chest directly.

"Ah!! Go to hell!" Quirrell's body may have really no extra magic power. Only a trace of magic power was left to support the broken body. Voldemort controlled him and pounced on Harry.

Harry, who was knocked down again, and Alvin, who was knocked to pieces, just got up when they saw Quirrell, who was so black that it almost burned to charcoal, he rushed over and grabbed their necks.

Ivan didn't expect that the old monster was still alive, and he didn't know what method he used to make Quirrell so tenacious that his body was almost broken, but he still had the strength to pinch them, making them unable to breathe.

From his point of view, Quirrell may no longer be human, a bit like being turned into a living dead! Otherwise, how can a human being who is almost broken to pieces still be able to do such strenuous exercise!

Even if Norbert is a young dragon, its dragon breath is not easy to bear!

But just in time to get close, Alvin pulled out the unicorn's cursed three-pointed thorn and stabbed it into Quirrell's ribs!

The unicorn's curse instantly penetrated the broken body, and this time it was Voldemort who let out a scream! Scarlet eyes were full of malice and hatred.

"Harry! Slap him twice!"

Harry, who felt uncomfortable being pinched, heard Alvin's words, waved his hand, and hit Quirrell in the face with two big dicks.

This time, the curse of the unicorn and the magic of love made Quirrell completely unable to hold on. He didn't even have the strength to roar. He could only let out two beast-like whimperings in his throat, and then he turned into cinders. All over the place.

PS: How many people have seen me on the bookstore’s recommendation list, but my data doesn’t seem to give me a recommendation spot!