Train to Another World.

Chapter 512 The Last Lesson

Li Zhuoguang stood in front of the mirror and saw himself in the mirror taking out the Philosopher's Stone and throwing it casually. The Philosopher's Stone flew out of the mirror and was caught by Li Zhuoguang.

Li Zhuoguang looked at the magic stone in his hand and felt that it was just an ordinary red gem. He couldn't even sense any energy in it.

"Professor, is there any magic you haven't taught me yet?"

Voldemort, who was standing behind Li Zhuoguang, did not answer.

So Li Zhuoguang threw the Philosopher's Stone into his gourd, and dodged the Avada Kedavra that attacked from behind. For Li Zhuoguang, as long as there was magic that was flying and could not be locked, it was almost impossible to hit him.

Li Zhuoguang turned around leisurely and saw Qi Luo's face full of pain and horror. He asked casually, "Professor, do you have diarrhea?"

Quirrell shouted at Li Zhuoguang: "There is a dark wizard hiding here. He is using the Imperius Curse to control me. I... I can't hold on for much longer. Go! Go to Hogsmeade and wait for me. The school is not safe anymore."

Li Zhuoguang stood with his hands behind his back, watching Quirrell perform: "There are indeed dark wizards here, but there are only three of them at most. I count as one, you count as one, and of course Professor Voldemort counts as one as well."

Qi Luo stopped performing and looked at Li Zhuoguang: "When did you know this?"

"Remember the day Hagrid took Harry and I to the Leaky Cauldron? I found out that day. Haven't you noticed? When you are in charge, I call you Professor Quirrell. When your master is in charge, I usually just call him Professor."

"This is impossible!"

"You just think you've hidden it well, but for some people with sensitive spiritual perception, two souls sharing a body in a rough way is like seeing two people wearing a pair of pants together. It's awkward, conspicuous, and a little disgusting."

"you!!!"

"Let me talk to him." Another voice came from behind Qi Luo. When Qi Luo heard the voice, he immediately showed a fearful expression. He untied his headscarf tremblingly and turned his back to Li Zhuoguang.

"I'm afraid this is the first time we've spoken face to face, Professor Voldemort."

Voldemort looked at Li Zhuoguang meaningfully: "Since you already know my identity, why do you want to learn the dark arts from me?"

Li Zhuoguang shrugged. "I came to Hogwarts just to learn something. It doesn't matter who I learn from. Hogwarts doesn't offer any dark arts classes anyway, so you can't blame me for finding a way to learn on my own."

"Your thoughts are more profound than those of ordinary wizards. Why don't you come with me..."

Li Zhuoguang interrupted Voldemort and said, "Professor Voldemort, you haven't answered me yet. Is there any magic you haven't taught me yet?"

Voldemort didn't want to be an enemy of Li Zhuoguang, and the Philosopher's Stone was still in his hands, so even though he was interrupted by Li Zhuoguang, he still said patiently: "I have already taught you the general idea, but there are many experiences and skills that cannot be taught by simple teaching."

Li Zhuoguang nodded, understanding that this was a plan to trap him.

He touched the gourd and did not take out the Philosopher's Stone, but took out the wand: "Professor Voldemort, instead of talking, why don't you teach by example? This is probably our last lesson."

"I can leave now..." Before Voldemort could finish his words, he was controlled by Li Zhuoguang's silent soul-stealing technique. This kind of idiot who not only plays with souls but also uses his own soul first is the most vulnerable to mental skills.

You said so, Orochimaru.

Moreover, Voldemort is now using Quirrell's body, and his strength has been greatly weakened.

"Professor Voldemort should know the etiquette of a duel, right? First, bow."

After being hit by Li Zhuoguang's soul-stealing technique, Voldemort bowed to Li Zhuoguang uncontrollably. But Li Zhuoguang did not move at all: "I slept in the wrong position yesterday, and my waist hurts a little today, so I won't bow. Let's get started."

Voldemort didn't think of fighting Li Zhuoguang head-on. He just used Transfiguration to create many obstacles to block Li Zhuoguang's sight and then tried to escape. But Li Zhuoguang also waved his wand and summoned Fiendfyre to form a big circle that surrounded the whole room. Voldemort tried to extinguish Fiendfyre, but with Li Zhuoguang's continuous injection of magic power, Fiendfyre burned more and more vigorously, and there was no possibility of extinguishing it.

There was no other way, so Voldemort could only turn around and face Li Zhuoguang.

To say that they were facing each other was just to dodge in panic under the pouring of Li Zhuoguang's magic spell. Occasionally, they could strike back, but they were easily dodged by Li Zhuoguang's speed that seemed like teleportation.

Regardless of Voldemort, Quirrell, his host, looked increasingly pale. He was not the best among wizards, and in order to keep Voldemort alive, he drank the blood of a unicorn.

Although Voldemort was still able to rely on his superb spellcasting skills and extraordinary combat experience to withstand Li Zhuoguang's attack, Quirrell was about to die.

His body had already been badly damaged by many reasons, and with Voldemort's high-intensity spellcasting, he felt his strength draining away madly, as if ants had drilled into his internal organs and were crawling on them.

He wanted to beg for mercy from his master, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Of course, Voldemort could sense Quirrell's physical condition, but he didn't dare to stop. Others cast spells one by one, but Li Zhuoguang preferred to cover the fire.

If Voldemort had hesitated for a moment, he would be blown to pieces by Li Zhuoguang's spell in the next moment, and you would need a vacuum cleaner to collect his body.

Voldemort fired another killing curse at Li Zhuoguang, but found that the power of this killing curse was not up to standard, and it was estimated that even if it hit, it would not kill him. At this time, he felt a wave of weakness in his body, and he knew that Quirrell's body could no longer support him in fighting.

He rolled again to avoid Li Zhuoguang's firepower and begged for mercy: "I am still useful. I can join your army. As long as you are willing to revive me, I can make an unbreakable oath with you and your family."

Li Zhuoguang did not reply, but simply raised his hand and chopped off Voldemort's left hand with a powerful strike: "Professor, there is no point in pretending to surrender."

Voldemort struggled to stop the bleeding of his severed hand and said, "I did not pretend to surrender."

Li Zhuoguang raised his hand again, and Voldemort's left leg disappeared, and he fell to the ground: "I don't believe it."

Voldemort threw his wand at Li Zhuoguang in despair: "Now I don't have a wand in my hand..."

"Professor Voldemort, I specifically cut off the hand that didn't hold the wand. I am so disappointed that you did this." Li Zhuoguang waved his hand, and the wand returned to Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort wanted to throw it, but found that the wand was firmly stuck in his palm and he couldn't put it down. Voldemort lay on the ground, feeling the life slipping away from his body: "I give up, you do it."

Li Zhuoguang put away his wand and walked up to Voldemort: "Professor, after all, you have taught me so much, I have to give you a chance."

As he spoke, Li Zhuoguang turned his back to Voldemort and said, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance, Professor."

Seeing this, Voldemort raised his wand with great effort. A pale green light lit up at the end of the wand, but he did not have the strength to cast the spell.

Bang! Li Zhuoguang in front of Voldemort turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

The real Li Zhuoguang lifted the Disillusionment Spell and walked out from the corner: "Professor, it seems that you really have nothing to teach me. I hope that next time I see you, you can bring me more surprises."

Voldemort looked at Li Zhuoguang in astonishment: "You know something..."

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand, and the double-faced head of Voldemort and Quirrell rolled to the ground. A cloud of black smoke came out, but was easily taken away by Li Zhuoguang.

At this time, Li Zhuoguang looked towards the exit: "After watching the show for such a long time, it's time to come out, right?"

(End of this chapter)