Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"what!"

This time, it was Voldemort who screamed.

Ever since he suffered from Harry Potter, he had never seen such a dazzling light.

It's like a character who often stays in the dark, suddenly exposed to the sun, naturally uncomfortable.

But he is not alone.

When Hermione took advantage of this gap and rushed towards the door burning with black flames, Voldemort screamed, "Grab her!"

Quirrell had long been frightened by the conversation between Hermione and Voldemort. He was afraid that his master would no longer trust him. Now that he was ordered, he naturally did his best. He turned around and used his best spell.

"Whirlwind Imprisonment!"

The invisible whirlwind hit the ground like an extremely tough rope, quickly entangled Hermione's whole body, and bound her to a place less than half a meter away from the flame portal.

"You run!" Quirrell said triumphantly, tapping his wand on his palm, "You can't run, this alchemy flame ignited with potion is Snape's most proud work, even I have to spend It can only be passed at a great price. You little girl doesn't know how powerful you are, if you get a little bit involved, Dumbledore can only send your ashes home."

He approached under Hermione's terrified gaze, reached into her pocket, and was about to take out the Philosopher's Stone himself.

"Do not!"

Hermione shook her head and yelled, but her powerlessness to resist only deepened Quirrell's wicked taste and made him laugh even more happily.

It's a pity that he hasn't studied the ancient Chinese culture, otherwise he must know that there is a saying called "Extreme joy begets sorrow".

When his left hand was about to reach into Hermione's pocket, a huge black flame suddenly emerged from the wall of flames and slammed into his face heavily.

No way, who told him to be taller than Hermione.

Seeing that the black flame he had just mentioned was about to hit him, Quirrell let out a strange cry, and rushed back like a frightened monkey.

"There are many obstacles!"

The gust of wind formed a wind barrier, blocking the front of the fireball.

But the next moment, the fireball suddenly expanded and turned into a dazzling cloud of fire.

Float across the wind wall and cover Quirrell's head.

This change happened so suddenly, it just happened to be at the moment when Quirrell completed the Obstacle Curse and the magic power in his body had not yet calmed down.

Dark clouds cover the top, and the crisis is like a gangrene, which cannot be shaken off for a moment.

What a Qiluo, he lay down on his back very boldly, traded space for time, and won a moment of opportunity.

"Torn apart!"

The invisible sharp blade slashed across the air, crisp and sharp.

This time, the black fire cloud did not undergo any new changes, and was directly cut into a rain of fire, which fell one after another and ignited a circle of ground around Quirrell.

And it wasn't until this moment that he stood up under the support of a light wind, and saw that Zhao Cheng was the culprit of the attack.

"Clark Prewett, is that you?!"

When the enemies met, they were extremely jealous, and Quirrell gritted his teeth, his tone full of anger and disbelief.

With the barrier of alchemy flames, how did this guy get in? Could it be...

Thinking of this, a slight panic flashed in Quirrell's eyes, and he glanced at the flame portal behind the other party at a very fast speed.

Clark naturally guessed Quirrell's thoughts, "Don't worry, I came in alone, Professor Dumbledore hasn't returned yet, we still have a little time, we can communicate."

Of course, Quirrell would not believe the other party's words, but he still took a look at the wreckage of the fire cloud scattered around him, and found that it turned out to be some burning leather fragments.

It turned out that Clark actually wrapped himself with a whole dragon skin coated with heat-insulating potion, and then passed through the flame wall.

"How is it? It's okay, leave the next thing to me."

Clark stepped back in front of Hermione, comforting him without looking back.

"Um."

Hermione responded softly, looking at the back that blocked her tightly, she just felt that her heart had fallen into place.

Quirrell also recovered from the surprise at this time, no matter whether Dumbledore returned or not, the Philosopher's Stone was in front of him, and he could not give up.

"Four to five..."

It is obviously an extremely ordinary life spell, but in the hands of Clark's aunt, it may only be able to cut the threads exposed by the clothes. But in the hands of Quirrell, it has exerted great power.

Countless disc-shaped whirlwind sickles fluttered around the tip of his staff, as if they would turn into a storm of blades in the next moment, strangling the enemies in front of them.

But the next moment.

"boom!"

A startled sound interrupted his spellcasting abruptly.

The black wizard robe was lifted back, just like Little Ma's windbreaker. Clark raised his left arm steadily and pulled the trigger. The flame of the cross gun was weak and invisible, and the brass bullets were fast and undetectable. Everything was just a matter of time.

A strong sense of crisis stung Quirrell's heart. As a former professor of Muggle Studies, he had many years of experience in traveling in Eastern European countries, allowing him to judge what it was right away.

gun! pistol!

Seven steps away, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is fast and accurate!

Even with the wandless, silent double-casting technique, wizards in the Harry Potter world can't cast spells as quickly as an ordinary revolver.

Perhaps before they even raised their wands above their heads, the bullets could penetrate their heads in the next second.

However, this does not mean that Muggle weapons can kill all directions in the wizarding world.

The chaotic magic power of wizards comes from the twisted power of the mind. Maybe their bodies have no time to react, but their minds can.

The moment the gunshot sounded, the robe on Quirrell's body was automatic without wind, and a distorted force spread out around him. This turned out to be a magical explosion that only appeared on little wizards.

The brass bullet plunged into the magic stand. For wizards, all Muggle items that do not contain magical power are plasticine that can be manipulated at will.

Harry, who has not yet entered school, can make the glass wall of the zoo disappear with a burst of magic power, let alone a well-trained adult wizard.

As the bullet goes deeper, the closer the distance is to Quirrell, the slower the bullet will fly, as if passing through the thick gelatin, even the air will bring great resistance, or there may be a An invisible force field is resisting its approach.

Anyway, when Quirrell reacted, the bullet was suspended not far from Quirrell's chest in a state that could allow Newton to lift the coffin board.

"boom!"

Another shot, only this time, Quirrell was ready ahead of time.

"Phantoms!"

The surrounding light distorted with Quirrell's control of the air. In Clark's eyes, the edges of the opponent's body produced obvious ripples, as if looking through the water to see underwater items.

This was the trick he used to dodge Hagrid's arrows in the Forbidden Forest before, and it was also the trick he got from the Muggle studies of optics.

The so-called application of knowledge, Quirrell is worthy of being an excellent graduate of Ravenclaw. Even if he cannot fully understand the scientific concepts of Muggles, he can still learn useful knowledge from it. magic tricks.