Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 88 Pour a glass of potion for Professor Quirrell~
While Ted was pretending to be friendly with Quirrell, he hid behind a stone pillar and made complicated casting gestures.

This is what we have learned from previous research, using gestures instead of chanting to cast spells...

"Iron armor to protect yourself! Stop the spell now!" Professor Quirrell suddenly cast a spell to prevent the sneak attack from the floating one-handed sword behind him, and then knocked it down.

"Hmph! Ted, your levitation spell combined with the movement spell can actually be released silently?" Quirrell's eyes were ferocious, and the hatred in his heart was surging.

Just now, while Ted was talking, he silently cast a levitation spell, trying to backstab Quirrell with the one-handed sword dropped by Neville.

In the end, Quirrell had Voldemort on his mind, so he failed.

This kind of talent is exactly what I can't reach, a true genius!

A smart and excellent wizard like Quirrell is the one who understands the gap between himself and genius the most. He understands more than ordinary students and is more desperate! This is also the reason why he embarked on the bloodline path and did not hesitate to join Voldemort.

"You are indeed very talented!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from behind Qi Luo's head, like rotten wood rubbing against rough stone.

"Master?!" Quirrell's facial features trembled and his expression was very complicated.

Fear, regret, jealousy, several emotions intertwined on one face. It was obvious that surrendering to Voldemort was not a good idea, but it was too late.

"Let me face him!" Voldemort's voice rang out.

"Master, he is not worthy of you..."

"Shut up! Let me face him!" Voldemort actually wanted to see Ted more than Neville, the boy-who-lived who defeated him.

Professor Quirrell turned away, trembling, and reached out to untie the purple turban that had been wrapped around his head for a year, causing him to get lice.

A face as gray as cement, with features that were not in normal proportion, was located on the upper back of Quirrell's head.

Ted was sure of one thing: Voldemort really had no nose!

"Ted Epifani...you are very talented. If you stay in Hogwarts, it will only waste your talent." Voldemort said in a flat voice.

"Moreover, Dumbledore is particularly wary of a Muggle wizard like you who has an ordinary background but extraordinary talent. He will keep a close eye on you... If you stay here, you will only be ostracized."

"So... follow me! I will teach you how to use your rare talent, harness magic, master power, and make mediocre people submit! You will be able to share my glory..."

Voldemort's voice was low but generous, like magic, with an indescribable temptation that made people believe it.

At least Quirrell felt overwhelmed after hearing what he heard, as if he had understood everything Voldemort said.

But Voldemort never said these words to him. Voldemort just treated him as a temporary disposable parasite.

Although Professor Quirrell was overwhelmed with emotions and could hardly control himself, Ted's mental resistance was level 3, and this level of verbal instigation could not shake his will.

But Ted didn't mind playing along and buying time.

"Oh, you are the mysterious man? I've heard about you." Ted pretended to be confused.

"That's right, I, Voldemort! The greatest dark wizard! The immortal!" Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, as if to cheer himself up.

"But you don't look very good now. Besides, Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to have gained anything from it! He was even forced to drink unicorn blood. I heard that he would suffer a serious curse..."

Ted's words were like a red-hot awl, piercing Professor Quirrell's heart, and he began to tremble all over.

He drank the blood of the unicorn, and he was cursed and could not be removed. His life was over! It was over! He got nothing. I was done!
Hearing Ted's voice, Quirrell began to waver.

“Eh?” Voldemort suddenly said in confusion. “Ha, ha ha! Ted, you really didn’t disappoint me! You actually have such power! Ha ha ha ha, follow me, we are so alike! Only I can teach you how to become powerful…”

Although Voldemort is now severely disabled, he still has his knowledge. As a master of Reflexology, he is keenly aware of the mental power in Ted's words.

Although he didn't know what this power was, he felt that it was affecting Quirrell's will.

Just like he said, Ted is so much like himself back then.

He had this special power to influence others from the beginning!
When Ted heard what Voldemort said, he thought: Oh no! If I become like you, then I will be in big trouble.
Although no clues were found, there was a high probability that Dumbledore was observing nearby!
It would be terrible if this made Old Deng suspicious of me.

"Bullshit! We are different~" Ted immediately made his position clear - using four cards in a row!

[Wild boar throwing cannon (green)]

【Chasing Snowball (Green)】

【Fire Dragon Fireworks (Green)】

……

First there was a "bang" sound, and a fat and strong wild boar appeared from the void, rushing towards Professor Quirrell with its fangs bared.

Then a fist-sized snowball hit Voldemort's bear face! Voldemort should be familiar with this~
Then a colorful fire dragon, about five or six meters long and made of sparks and fireworks, suddenly appeared and rushed towards Professor Quirrell with its fangs and claws bared.

Of course, none of this could hurt Quirrell or Voldemort.

"Break into pieces!" The wild boar exploded and dissipated into large sparks.

The snowball wasn't even worth the effort and was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

Voldemort: You come again?! Why do I say again?

"The curse stops immediately!"

However, this time Quirrell miscalculated. The fire dragon fireworks were not wiped out by Quirrell's universal counter-spell. Instead, they expanded and rushed towards his face!

The huge firework dragon swooped down from the sky, opened its mouth wide and swallowed Professor Quirrell. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sky was full of fireworks and crackling sounds.
“Fool!” Voldemort’s voice rang out amid the crackling fireworks. “All curses are over!”

Although he still needed Quirrell's body, Voldemort still easily used the powerful End of All Curses - this spell usually required multiple wizards to cast together, and Voldemort didn't even use a wand.

All the curses came to an end and the fire dragon fireworks disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Professor Quirrell was left with a wizard robe that was full of holes and looked like a fishnet. Quirrell had never been so sexy in his life.
At the same time, Quirrell's body shook three times. He had been possessed for more than half a year, and his body was getting weaker and weaker, not to mention that he was controlled by Voldemort and used a Ten Thousand Ending Curses.

The burden of Voldemort's possession, coupled with the possession spell, which is advanced magic, is simply draining Professor Quirrell dry!

However, cold raindrops fell on Professor Quirrell's bald head, and both his face and Voldemort's face were wet!
The first three cards were all feints, and the last card Ted used was [Neville's Failed Scabies Potion (Green)].

“Ah~~~” a scream rang out.

(End of this chapter)