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Chapter 203 Book Voldemort, this thing is much easier to use than a wand.

The pungent smell of gunpowder and the projectiles carrying the threat of death immediately struck Quirrell, who looked horrified.

Like a heavy hammer blow, it directly knocked the opponent's short figure to the ground.

But even so, Harry knew that his blow did not directly cause much damage to Quirrell.

After realizing that something strange happened this time, this experienced wizard had obviously cast an iron armor spell on himself in advance.

This powerful spell, which can only be learned by fifth-year students at Hogwarts, can rebound and resist a certain degree of spells and physical damage. Compared with students, the Iron Armor Curse used by Quirrell, who has been training in spells for many years, is naturally more powerful.

Even if Harry used a powerful shotgun, all he could do when faced with a powerful wizard's iron armor curse was to barely break through the defense.

But looking at Quirrell's back, which was already leaking blood, this had already met Harry's lowest expectations.

And judging from the performance of the Iron Armor Curse just now, compared to the damage caused by bullet penetration, perhaps the blow caused by a blunt instrument will be more effective for Quirrell.

The next moment, Harry decisively dropped the firearm that needed to be loaded on the ground, then picked up his wand and launched a new round of charge towards the stunned Quirrell.

Looking at the burly man shrouded in darkness behind him, the severe pain and fear caused by facing the unknown enemy instantly occupied Quirrell's brain.

"Who are you!!!"

Even though he has been in the magic world for so many years, this is the first time Quirrell has encountered such a guy who doesn't act according to common sense.

With Quirrell's rich experience, if someone around him wants to attack him, he will be able to detect it instantly and fight back.

However, this mysterious enemy seemed to have understood his background. Not only did he use Muggle weapons as a test, but now he rushed towards him without saying a word.

Obviously, this guy who planned everything must have some back-up that allowed him to be so confident.

There is a serious lack of information and we cannot fight!

escape!We must escape from here quickly!

While shouting in panic, Quirrell did not hesitate to use silent spells to recover from his recent injuries, and quickly started his escape towards the other end of the alley without looking back.

As long as he can leave this alley, he can immediately use phantom to get rid of the opponent.

This is the safest plan at the moment.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's roar was like a thunder that instantly woke Quirrell up.

"Look back you idiot! This guy is Harry Potter, and now he is still a squib, kill him!!!"

Squibs refer to those wizards in the wizarding world who have magical powers but are completely unable to use magic spells.

The reason why Voldemort was able to detect this was because he felt a burst of fragmented memories pouring into his mind after seeing Harry.

The experienced Voldemort instantly understood that perhaps this lucky boy had some strange connection with him during the battle ten years ago.

After receiving this instruction, Quirrell once again felt that he could do it.

If the opponent is a wizard who knows him well, he may not be able to win, but if the opponent is just a squib.

Quirrell had no idea how he could lose!Come on, tell him how to lose?
Fortunately, you have been acting so unbearable for so long just now. You are really brave, Harry Potter!

Thinking of this, the horrified expression on Quirrell's face was instantly replaced by anger.

"Don't worry, Master, I will bring you a clean victory."

Stopping his escape, he turned his wand and pointed it at Harry behind him.

"Except your weapons!"

As a fugitive, Quirrell currently does not dare to use spells that are too easy for Gringotts to detect, so the powerful and simple disarming spell naturally becomes the best choice.

Anyway, it's just a squib. As long as his spell hits Harry, he can completely make the opponent lose his ability to resist.

By then, Harry will completely become a piece of meat on their chopping block.

The next moment, the snow-white fluorescence shot straight towards Harry, who was still charging, at an astonishing speed.

Then he was easily dodged.

Quirrell, who did not believe in evil, immediately opened up his firepower, and the wand in his hand was like a laser gun, firing powerful spells at Harry that could even break the ground.

However, even so, Harry's identity was as smooth as the skin of a melon, evading all his attacks.

Upon seeing this scene, Quirrell's eyes widened in horror, and a familiar feeling of uneasiness gradually lingered in his heart again.

You can still avoid your own curse at such a close distance. What kind of reaction speed is this?

Even Voldemort was stunned again for a moment. It was really difficult for him to understand which magical creature came out of the nest.

He had only been silent for a few years, how could such a freak appear in the magical world?

"Trash! Don't let him get close. Forget it, let me do it!"

After a while, Voldemort's furious voice sounded, and immediately after that Quirrell felt that his left hand that was not holding the wand had completely lost control.

Fuchsia!

Under Voldemort's control, another beam of fluorescence instantly emerged from Quirrell's right hand and was quickly fired from the ground towards Harry, who was about to rush in front of them.

There is no doubt that Harry still avoided this strange attack with his agile body.

However, the next moment, the fluorescent light that Harry had dodged turned around again and hit him from the side, who was too late to dodge.

For a moment, Harry's figure fell into the air as if trapped by an invisible rope, completely losing the possibility of running forward.

Seeing this scene, Quirrell finally showed a sick smile on his face.

"Hahahaha, I finally caught you!"

The next moment, Voldemort's ugly face completely appeared on Quirrell's face.

His staff was aimed at Harry from a distance like a gun, and terrifying magic was bred on it.

"Look, look, who is this? The great Harry Potter." Voldemort smiled sarcastically, "Didn't you defeat me ten years ago? How come you still meet me after not seeing each other for ten years?" Have you regressed?"

"Although I regret that I can only bury you in this nameless alley, I think you won't mind."

But what made Voldemort a little bored was that even though his old enemy was about to die, he still remained arrogant and silent.

In addition, for such an important moment, it was too ceremonial to have only a poor guy like Quirrell as a witness.

But forget it, I believe this is the best arrangement of fate.

Although I encountered some unpleasant experiences today, the unexpected surprise at the end was enough to make up for everything.Thinking of this, Voldemort finally showed Harry his best trick.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Quirrell's hearty roar mixed with Voldemort's voice instantly echoed in the alley, and then a thick green magic light struck in Harry's direction like a bolt of thunder.

everything is over.

Avada Kedavra, the only instant-death black magic among the three unforgivable curses.

Any creature struck by the killing curse dies immediately, without exception.

Thinking of this, the joy of successful revenge appeared in Voldemort's eyes, and even the corners of Quirrell's mouth showed a happy smile.

Yet at this moment.

Harry, who had been as motionless as a wooden man just now, suddenly threw a dark object forward.

The eyes of Voldemort and Quirrell were instantly attracted by the suddenly thrown object. It was a dark cylindrical object with several American cockroaches flapping their wings stuck to the surface.

Wait, cockroach?
Why would any wizard carry this thing with him?
Under Quirrell's incredible look, the green fluorescence of the Death Curse was instantly extinguished when it came into contact with a cockroach stuck to the surface of the thrown object.

It was such a funny combination that actually blocked the special skills of a generation of Dark Lords.

However, this was not what really surprised them. The next moment they looked at the exploding projectiles, they finally saw the friendly attitude from the Muggle world.

White.

The ultimate white.

Accompanied by a terrifying scream like the roar of a train, Voldemort and Quirrell were instantly given the ultimate audio-visual experience.

The reaction between magnesium powder and ammonium nitrate can produce a noise of nearly two hundred decibels and a strong light of six to eight million candels within a radius of 800 meters.

The combination of these two can easily cause blindness, deafness or even dizziness to people without special training.

And Voldemort and Quirrell were obviously not professionally trained people.

Not to mention, Harry's bullet just now was filled with laxatives.

After being caught off guard by eating a lot of flash points at a close distance, Quirrell instantly stood on the spot as if petrified, with saliva flowing down uncontrollably along with the twitching corners of his mouth, and a familiar feeling in his stomach. The roar directly eroded his last sanity.

At this moment, Quirrell seemed to see his great-grandmother throwing toilet paper to him in a peaceful holy light.

However, the reality was that Harry directly used the cane in his hand without hesitation, and struck the stunned Quirrell like a hook.

The terrifying force instantly pulled Quirrell's shoulders down, and then he fell straight to where Harry was.

"No! Move quickly, idiot, move quickly!!!"

Voldemort, who sensed the danger first, finally regained some consciousness, and then roared crazily in Quirrell's ears.

However, Quirrell, who had been completely kicked out of the group chat by flash bombs and laxatives, had obviously lost all control of his body, and had even fallen into a deep coma so that Voldemort could no longer control his body.

And all of this was obviously planned by Harry.

The next moment, Harry finally broke free from the restraints and took off the bulletproof gloves on his hands and the earplugs on his head in an instant, and then his strong hands finally clamped down on Quirrell's head like an iron pincer.

Zizizi! !

A violent reaction like hot oil mixed with water instantly spread all over Quirrell's body, leaving his exposed skin with a terrifying sight like cracks on red earth.

The same pain kept emerging from the scar on Harry's forehead, but even though his whole body was shaking with pain, Harry still had no idea of ​​letting go of his hand.

At this moment, the final stroke of the formula for victory was finally written.

"no no!!!"

Voldemort's painful roar instantly echoed in the previously silent alley.

He couldn't understand at all why the situation that was so good just now would evolve into such an irreversible situation in a blink of an eye.

He had obviously caught Harry, but he was just missing the last step! ! !
"Damn Muggle creation, Harry Potter, you don't deserve to be a wizard at all!!"

Voldemort roared angrily, and the ferocious face on the back of Quirrell's head seemed to want to break away from his head and bite Harry hard.

As a staunch pureblood theorist, nothing disgusted him more than having Harry beat himself up with a filthy Muggle creation.

In response, Harry, who felt the sharp pain in his head gradually subside, finally smiled, and then spoke the first words of the night.

"You know Voldemort?" As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the shotgun at his feet, slowly loaded bullets into it, and then forcefully stuffed it into Voldemort's mouth. "Sometimes this thing is much more effective than a wand. !”

Having said that, pull the trigger.

boom----!
【Ding!Complete the basic points task: kill Quirrell who is possessed by Voldemort, and you will be rewarded with 100 points. 】

The familiar sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder smoke echoed in the small, dark alley again.

Quirrell's body was like dust blown by the breeze, completely dissipated in the air with the sound of the gunshot.

Voldemort's lackey finally met the end he deserved ahead of schedule.

Voldemort's abominable soul howled like a resentful ghost and passed through Harry's body, roaring angrily, and then completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"I will kill you, I will kill you, Harry Potter!!!"

In this regard, Harry paid no attention to the other party's thoughts. He just silently dealt with the traces of the scene and then changed clothes and left the alley before the goblins arrived at the scene.

He and Voldemort already had a life-or-death relationship, but he didn't need the other party to remind him.

Of course, Harry didn't have any thoughts about Voldemort's words.

If possible, Harry hoped that Voldemort would come to him a few more times when he was fully prepared.

In this case, maybe some more tasks can be triggered for him as an investment to become stronger.

But let’s talk about these sweet dreams later.

Now, it's time to go back and think about your new exercise plan before school starts.

Thinking of this, Harry's face finally showed a smile as bright as a sunflower.

"Let's go Hedwig, I'm still busy tonight."

(End of this chapter)