After becoming invincible, start having fun in the world

Chapter 132: Death of Quirrell
"stop it now."

Beyond the cold muzzle of the gun was Ron's eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of fear.

But even so, the gun in his hand did not waver.

"I didn't expect it to be you, Professor Quirrell. You would actually hurt Harry."

"I" Quirrell's eyes were dull for a moment, and he quickly glanced at the professors around him, and then a cold light gradually emerged.

"What are you doing!"

Just before Quirrell was about to raise his staff, a serious female voice shouted, scaring Ron so much that his hands shook and he almost dropped the Desert Eagle.

"Mr. Weasley, what are you doing to Professor Quirrell!" Professor McGonagall, who noticed this scene, stood up suddenly and stood in front of Ron.

The pressure caused by the height difference made Ron take a few steps back and put down his gun, but he soon realized what he had done and summoned up the courage to say, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell was casting a spell on Harry's broom just now! Harry almost fell to his death!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Professor McGonagall frowned and gently snatched the pistol from Ron's hand: "Please return to your seat, Mr. Weasley, we will investigate Harry's matter."

"But."

"Mr. Weasley?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's increasingly dangerous tone, Ron felt a little scared and could only hang his head and say weakly, "Then my gun."

Professor McGonagall raised the weapon in her hand and examined it for a moment. After confirming the magical aura on it, she looked at Ron and said, "Mr. Weasley, please submit a fifty-inch long review to my dean's office after this. Before then, you will not be able to see your beloved gun again."

"Oh~how could that be?" Not only was it confiscated, but I also had to write a fifty-inch long self-criticism!
Ron had already imagined his own miserable state.

Why? I clearly heard Quirrell chanting a spell.
"Go quickly!"

Ron shrank back in fear after being scolded by Professor McGonagall.

Before leaving, he looked around. The professors all turned their heads and looked at him curiously, while Quirrell was hiding behind Professor McGonagall with a scared look on his face.

"I'll remember you." Ron muttered softly, then fled from the professor's audience at the drop of a hat.

After watching Ron leave, the professors turned their attention back to the Quidditch game on the field.

At this time, Harry, who had regained his balance on the field, started to fight with the Golden Snitch. Some tried to compete for the Golden Snitch, some tried to block the opponent's seeker, and some tried to score quickly in the chaos. The game suddenly became completely intense.

After getting the pistol, Professor McGonagall walked straight to the first row of the professors' seats, gave an apologetic smile to the teacher on the other side of Dumbledore, and then sat down next to Dumbledore.

"Albus, look at this."

Taking the Desert Eagle handed over by McGonagall, Dumbledore lowered his glasses slightly and looked carefully through the space above his glasses.

"Hmm~ Smooth magic lines, peculiar materials and techniques, is this a special wand?"

The experienced Dumbledore immediately saw the true nature of the Desert Eagle.

"It seems to be the work of our Professor Zuko?"

"Ok?"

Hearing his name, Zuko turned his head and looked, "Ah, yes, this is a wand that combines muggle technology."

He was just trying to hold back his laughter because Chu Ke suddenly discovered that for some reason Snape, who had a serious expression beside him, looked a bit like Shen Teng.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Professor Zuko has a wide range of interests. Do you have any idea of ​​opening a shop?"

"Not yet. I just did it for fun, just to give gifts to a few kids I like. Just think of it as celebrating Christmas in advance." Chu Ke waved his hand.

"Hahahaha, then Mr. Ollivander should be relieved." Dumbledore played with the Desert Eagle in his hand, then looked up at Zuko and said calmly, "Oh, I really want a Christmas gift like this. I wonder if I will receive it."

"I used to look forward to receiving candy, but this year it would be nice if someone gave me this."

Chu Ke: “.”

Damn old bee, if you want it, just say so.

"I will."

"Really? Professor Chuko?" Dumbledore looked surprised, as if he didn't know what I said before: "Thank you, Professor Chuko."

After saying this, Lao Deng continued to lower his head and began to look at the pistol.

Just then, McGonagall leaned over and whispered, "Albus, Ron has discovered Quirrell's affairs. Will this have any impact?"

"Don't worry," Dumbledore also replied in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm here."

"Ron, what's going on?"

Ron returned to the Gryffindor audience seats and looked like a wilted eggplant hit by frost. Hermione hurried over to inquire about the situation.

"Stop talking. The gun that Professor Chu Ke gave me was taken away by Professor McGonagall, and I have to write a fifty-inch self-criticism." At this time, little Ron was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

"." Hermione looked as if she knew it. "So you pointed a gun at Dumbledore?"

"How is that possible!" Ron said anxiously, "I told you it wasn't Professor Dumbledore who did it!"

"When I climbed up to the auditorium, I saw Professor Quirrell staring at Harry and chanting a spell. It was probably him who did it, so I threatened him with a gun."

"Then why is Professor Dumbledore staring and chanting the spell?" Hermione was a little puzzled.

"Professor Dumbledore must be casting a counter-spell to protect Harry!" Ron's expression was firm. He didn't think that Dumbledore would harm Harry.

Hermione thought for a moment. "Is it possible that Professor Dumbledore and Professor Quirrell are actually casting a counter-spell to protect Harry?"

"Impossible." Ron insisted: "As soon as he looked at me, the spell stopped and Harry's broom was healed immediately."

"It seems that Professor Quirrell is very likely to be the one." Hermione frowned slightly: "But the professors don't believe what you say."

"It seems like we have to catch him ourselves!"

"Yes!" Ron said firmly, "When Harry comes down, we will follow Professor Quirrell together to see why he wants to harm Harry!"

"I've never seen anyone as stupid as you!"

An angry roar came from the back of Quirrell's head.

"As a Ravenclaw graduate, you can't even cast a Disruption Spell silently!"

"Yes, yes. Yes."

"You still dare to ask me why? I..."

Finally, Quirrell managed to say the complete word "sorry" before Voldemort could punish him.

"." Voldemort fell silent.

Why on earth did I become possessed by this weirdo?

Has he been possessed for too long? His IQ has been affected, and he actually cursed at this idiot.
Although he had no body, Voldemort still took a deep breath, and after calming down, he ordered: "Time is running out, I need the Philosopher's Stone to rebuild my body for me."

"Before that, you have to get that thing first, that magical stone. I have a feeling that if I can get it, I can also master the same power as Chu Ke!"

"Yes, Master."

Quirrell agreed tremblingly, then gently tightened the cloth wrapped around his head, and quietly walked down the auditorium while the other professors were not paying attention, and walked towards a corner of the college.

When he and Voldemort were watching Chu Ke teaching, they saw Chu Ke take out a strange mineral called pyroxene. The moment he saw it, Voldemort was attracted by the mysterious and powerful star energy contained in it. To put it bluntly, he was traumatized by Chu Ke's pyroxene magic that day, and he also wanted to learn.

After eavesdropping on Chu Ke's explanation of [Pyroxene Magic Gravel], Voldemort also gained a preliminary understanding of the operating logic of the so-called pyroxene magic, which is a technology that uses the magic power in the body to operate in another way.

He, Voldemort, as the greatest Dark Lord in history (self-proclaimed), was confident that after seeing and even touching and feeling the power of the pyroxene, he could develop a set of pyroxene magic of his own!

Coincidentally, the stupid Chu Ke placed the pyroxite in the students' club in the name of a borrowed talisman for the purpose of teaching, so that the students could better understand the pyroxite energy.

Isn't this a good deal for yourself?
After a week of investigation, Quirrell also figured out the configuration of the club.

In the past, there would always be dozens of young wizards there discussing illusions, but today is a Quidditch match, so there would definitely be no one staying there.

Pyroxene, so close at hand.

In the audience, Zuko, sensing what Voldemort and Quirrell said, turned his head and glanced at the two of them in confusion.

They must be sick.

It's not like I'm not going to give it to you. You could have just told me as a professor, why did you have to steal it?

If I remember correctly, Caron and Zack should be there right now, so it looks like there's something interesting to watch.

On the second underground floor, there is a club for friends.

This was originally a storage room. After being abandoned, it became an activity room for the club at the request of many students. The basement, which was originally full of dust and boxes, is now cleaned up and has everything you need, including sofas, carpets, and fireplaces. The wall facing the entrance is densely covered with countless parchments, which are all the information researched by the members of the club; in the corner are a few dolls and some various weapons and protective gear as a training ground.

Above the fireplace, in an unfolded mahogany display box, an irregular cluster of blue-green crystals continuously emits fluorescence, and a star-like "smell" permeates the air.

At this time, there were only two wizards left in the club.

Caron sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace with his legs crossed. He captured and felt the blue-green energy emanating from the pyroxene. Zack was doing sit-ups in the training ground in the corner to exercise. For some reason, even when doing this kind of exercise, Zack was still wearing thick clothes, as if he was not afraid of the heat. This was one of the reasons why Caron called him a troll.

The activity room was completely quiet, with only the crackling sound of moisture being carried away by the burning wood in the fireplace.

At this moment, Caron, who had been contemplating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at the tightly closed door of the activity room: "Who?"

It was quiet.

"What's wrong?" Zack was attracted by Caron's shout, and walked over with a towel wiping his sweat, and a strange floral scent wafted over.

There was no time to complain about Zach's sissy taste. Caron looked serious and quietly picked up the wand behind him: "Go get a weapon, someone is coming in."

“It just stood there.”

"Ah!" Zack was startled by Caron's strange description. He rolled back to the training ground, picked up a wooden spear for training and turned around quickly.

What followed were two spells that sounded almost simultaneously.

【Fainted!】X2
The two beams of energy collided and canceled each other out, and the figure that had been invisible all this time also revealed its original form.

"Professor Quirrell!?" Both Caron and Zack were shocked. Just when Caron was about to put down his weapon, Zack suddenly knocked Caron to the ground.

A beam of energy hit the spot where Karon was just now, creating a small hole.

A curse! A silent death curse!

This made the two of them feel depressed - Professor Quirrell was hostile and wanted them dead!

"I didn't want to hurt you, but you saw it." Quirrell explained stutteringly.

Then, the expression on his face suddenly became sinister, and he suddenly lowered his head as if a second personality was controlling his body.

"Duoduoduo!" Three hitting sounds were heard from my ears, and the cloth that Qi Luo used to wrap his headscarf turned into fragments and fell off.

On the other side, Zack uttered a silent cry and retracted his throwing hand.

When Quirrell looked up again, both of them had expressions of surprise.

Voldemort, who had temporarily seized control of Quirrell, was surprised at the abundance of martial virtues in the two men.

Do Hogwarts students start with throwing knives when they meet each other now?

Meanwhile, Charon and Zack were surprised by what was on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

It was a human face, a face that almost all wizards could recognize and that had appeared in the Daily Prophet countless times.

"Mysterious Voldemort!" Zach shouted.

"Humph." Voldemort smiled cruelly: "Originally, you could still survive."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand to the side of his head, and the fingers holding the wand slightly opened.

【Heart-piercing and bone-digging! 】

Two similar energies collided again.

Voldemort was stunned.

Wait a minute, how come the other side can also be so fierce? Is Hogwarts teaching this now?

This is wrong!

At this moment, taking advantage of Voldemort's moment of sluggishness, the two of them suddenly took action.

A bolt of lightning shot out, and Zach quickly approached with a round shield and a spear.

Voldemort suddenly came to his senses and made the same gesture again.

Humph, I was almost scared. Judging from the concentration of dark magic in him, the kid should only be able to use the unforgivable curse of Cruciatus.

In this case.

【Avada Kedavra! 】

But Voldemort didn't expect that he just raised his hand, and the two people opposite seemed to know his attack target.

Charon remained motionless and released Cruciatus Curse, while Zack rolled over to avoid the Killing Curse.

how can that be!

Aren't you supposed to fight my magic?
He turned his head to avoid Caron's Cruciatus Curse, and a feeling of weakness surged through Voldemort's body.

The vitality he had consumed in the battle with Chu Ke had not yet recovered.
Voldemort, who was well versed in the four virtues of a gentleman, did not hesitate at all, and in an instant he escaped from Quirrell's body, enduring the pain of having his soul torn apart.

Quirrell, who had just come to his senses, was hit by the Piercing Blade without any preparation. The intense pain accompanied by a floating feeling was inflicted on his body. Zack quickly covered Quirrell's mouth to prevent him from screaming, and then took out a dagger.

Just then, Zach's eyes met Quirrell's.

The dagger that was about to stab out suddenly stopped.

The next moment, a green light filled with murderous intent shot out from behind Zack, avoided Zack and hit Quirrell.

The struggling force beneath my body disappeared instantly.

Zack slowly turned his head and what came into view was Caron's angry face.

For some reason, Zack saw a hint of relaxation and fatigue in them, as if he had taken revenge.

(End of this chapter)