Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 92 Quirrell and Voldemort are both scum~
With a strange "whoosh" sound, two balls flew towards Quirrell's head.

With the help of the sports spell, these two stone fitness balls can directly smash Quirrell's head!
These two stone fitness balls are what Ted has been using to train his magic power. He would take them in his hands and play with them when he had nothing to do. It has been nearly half a year since he made them. He usually moistens them with magic power and controls them with psychic power to hover in his palms, killing two birds with one stone.

This method of infusing magic power is the most basic means of making magic items. Although it is time-consuming, labor-intensive and the effect is average, it is simple.

However, Voldemort didn't even turn his head. He bent his other hand into a strange shape and made a gesture, and two fitness balls exploded directly in the air with "bang~bang~"!
Ted: F**K! Voldemort, fuck your ancestors! You have to compensate me for the fitness ball!

"Arcane Missiles!" Ted launched a second wave of attacks after the fitness ball flew out. He didn't expect these two balls to do anything to Voldemort.

Whoosh whoosh~
Three elliptical magic bullets emitting purple light flew out and bypassed the Shield Charm that Voldemort had casually cast in a smooth arc.

Although Voldemort's reaction was extremely fast, he mumbled a word and a pale green magic power surged out of Quirrell's broken body, directly dissolving the two arcane missiles.

But the last arcane missile still forced him to dodge sideways, and he even fell to the ground because he couldn't control his body well!
Ted still didn't expect that an arcane missile could kill Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort, but he achieved his goal.

Because he took advantage of this rare opportunity and used "magic suppression" on Neville, who was still stiff and unable to move!
He was also taking a gamble, because he had never learned the Stop Spell, so he could only use the magic he knew to try to release Neville from the stiffness.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

It has been nearly ten minutes since Neville was hit, and most of the effects of the spell have worn off. Combined with Ted's magic suppression effect, the effect of "petrification of everything" has finally been offset.

Neville, who was still able to move, was also not vague at all. His wand and one-handed sword were no longer with him, but he just punched someone in the face!
Voldemort and Quirrell were now hardly cooperating with each other, and were even a little competitive, and for a moment they did not dodge at all.

"Bang~" The not-so-big fist hit Quirrell's cheek, deforming his loose skin and making it full of wrinkles.

What was even more unexpected was that after Neville's punch, Professor Quirrell's face... actually cracked!
It's like porcelain, full of cracks and falling off piece by piece.

Neville was frightened by the scene before him. He didn't expect that the consequences of his punch would be so serious. After all, he was just a twelve-year-old boy.

And Quirrell was even more confused. He touched his face blankly at first, and then found that his hands were beginning to fall apart.

"Ah~~~" He opened his mouth and screamed in horror.

At this time, Quirrell, whose emotions fluctuated to the extreme, even took control of his body from Voldemort.

But now he didn't know what to do except howl in fear.

"The Philosopher's Stone! There will be salvation if we get the Philosopher's Stone! Hurry! Get it!" Voldemort suddenly lost control of his body and could only shout anxiously, his voice was shrill.

Even the second generation Dark Lord Voldemort is now exhausted, with all kinds of negative emotions churning in his heart, and he wants to scream a few times to vent.

I have lived in a miserable state in the forest in the form of a small animal for ten years. Now I finally have the chance to revive, regroup, and return to the top. Why is it so bumpy? I have already planned it all!
Damn damn damn!

If Voldemort had hands now, he would have broken his thigh long ago.

But what he said just now did have some effect. Desperate Quirrell was already trying his best. When he heard Voldemort say that he could be saved if he got the Philosopher's Stone, he immediately felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw and pounced on Neville with an extremely ferocious expression.

Quirrell's dry hands, like ghost claws, grabbed Neville's trouser pocket and tore it open. The red Philosopher's Stone fell to the ground with a clang...

Neville also woke up from the shock and grabbed Quirrell's wrists tightly to prevent him from reaching out to pick it up.

One is in his prime but looks like an old man, the other is only 11 or 12 years old but has better development than his peers. The two hold hands and start the ultimate tug of war in the crotch area~
But in fact, the tug of war only lasted three seconds, because Quirrell's wrists began to break, and even several fingers were broken, and the breakage spread upwards to his arms.

Neville's hands were empty; Quirrell's hands were gone.

Quirrell raised his empty arms, looked at his few remaining fingers with a strange smile, and trembled violently. Neville also looked at his hands in horror, but still made up his mind and rushed forward, grabbing Quirrell's face with both hands.

Just like a fight between shrews, scratching like crazy!

Then Quirrell's face began to shatter... Ted's plan was successful!
Ted was immediately ecstatic: Quirrell, I'll fuck your ancestors. Do you want to die or not? Just give me a quick answer!
Sure enough, to deal with Voldemort, you need the Boy-Who-Lived!
A large number of cracks began to appear in Quirrell's body, and the pace of shattering accelerated. Many things like smoke and dust poured out from the cracks in his body, and then he fell to the ground piece by piece, and turned into ashes in just a dozen seconds!

The scene is very thrilling!

Neville fell to the ground, gasping for breath, his pupils dilated and his heart beating wildly, he was completely at a loss.

My hands, my hands are so scary?!

"Be careful!" Ted shouted. He didn't care about staying invisible anymore, nor did he need to be invisible anymore.

It turned out that although Quirrell was broken into pieces, Voldemort's face was still there, floating in the air, emitting a faint black smoke. He pounced on Neville!
Neville's training this semester was not in vain. He rolled over subconsciously and avoided Voldemort's first attack on his face.

He picked up the dagger that Ted had transformed into by Transfiguration and stabbed with it!

But Voldemort is not even afraid of curses in his current state, so how could he be afraid of a sword?

He passed right through the dagger...

However, Ted had already cast a "Protection from Evil" spell on Neville. In a hurry, Ted could only think of this magic.

Then Voldemort's ghost face with a puff of black smoke rushed towards Neville, and Voldemort let out a scream, "Ah~", and was bounced back!
Voldemort without possession is as weak as a fly!
Protection against evil can only suppress the power of evil creatures and make them uncomfortable, but even so, Voldemort couldn't get through it and just scared Neville.

Seeing that his plan was about to fail, Voldemort rushed towards the wall with a puff of black smoke and then disappeared.

Ted also took the opportunity to perform an identification spell on Voldemort. Anyway, he had already offended him to death, so he might as well offend him to death.

It took three days to fight Quirrell and Voldemort, so it should be okay.

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(End of this chapter)