Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Because of the light distortion illusion around Quirrell, Clark's bullet missed as expected.

Fortunately, he was not surprised by this result. The wizards in the wizarding world are not completely ignorant of firearms. In the two wars that affected the entire European continent, there were wizards involved.

For this kind of gunpowder weapon in the Muggle world, experienced old wizards often have their own set of coping methods. That is to say, the wizarding world has become much more peaceful in the past ten years, and this has caused some young wizards to be completely ignorant of things like guns.

"boom!"

Clark pursed his lips, his left hand holding the gun was still steady and powerful, and continued to shoot the third bullet in the magazine, but this time his aiming position was slightly deflected to the right.

Quirrell's wand waved at will, laying down a wall of wind, and the invisible force formed a turbulent flow in front of him, deflecting the trajectory of the bullet, making it fly to nowhere.

If the pistol can't seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack first, once the wizard reacts, there will be more means to resist.

The Iron Armor Curse, Obstacle Curse, Transfiguration Curse, and even the Illusion Curse, Imperius Curse, and Disarming Curse, if they can't solve the bullet, they can solve the shooter, there is always one that can work.

"Give up!" Quirrell yelled, and put another layer of armor curse on himself, "Your one is a Walter PPK pistol made in Germany, right? This gun, it only has seven bullets."

Unmoved at all, Clark continued to pull the trigger.

"boom!"

The flying bullets were intercepted by the hindrance spell and hung in front of Quirrell.

"Three, there are only three left."

"boom!"

The result remained unchanged. Quirrell hid behind layers of defenses, but he didn't dare to show his head. Even if it was a wizard, it would be difficult for this thing to get hit.

"Two!"

Quirrell's countdown became louder and louder, filled with a strong sense of urgency.

But Clark knew he couldn't stop. Yes, a pistol was nothing to a prepared wizard, but his gun wasn't just for deterring Quirrell.

In the many online articles that Clark read in his previous life, there are Taoist priests who use gunpowder to play thunder, and explode to imitate thunderbolts to subdue demons and subdue demons. God said.

Ghosts are Yin,

Thunder fire belongs to yang, the roar of gunpowder explosion is the most masculine explosion, and it has a strong restraint effect on demons and ghosts.

And at this moment, in this small room, there is also a lonely ghost, that is Voldemort.

The sword of the previous dynasty can also kill the officials of this dynasty, and the metaphysics of the East can also take effect in the West.

Every time Clark pulled the trigger, the remnant of Voldemort hidden behind Quirrell's head was startled by the sound of gunpowder explosion and wailed, as if he had returned to the days when he was hiding in Albania.

At that time, whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would be the same as now. Whenever he heard the thunder, his entire remnant soul seemed to be crushed by a stone mill.

Voldemort's pain also disturbed Quirrell's magic, causing his spellcasting success to be so reduced that he could only rush the world to cast defensive spells when Clark was not shooting.

And this is exactly what Clark wanted. He originally wanted to interfere with Voldemort, so that he could not make a move, so as to delay the time.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 60.3%]

【...60.9%】

The numbers kept beating, and Clark's heart was almost in his throat, and he needed to wait a while longer.

Yes, when she stood in front of Hermione just now, she secretly transferred the Philosopher's Stone to Clark's pants pocket.

At that time, Clark clearly felt that there was an irregular thing sticking to his thigh, and a strange hot and cold touch spread from a hole in the pocket to his whole body.

Then, the system beeped.

[Ding, you have come into contact with the legendary element 'Magic Stone', do you want to absorb energy? 】

In this case, what else can Clark choose, of course, click [Yes]. After all, the Philosopher's Stone is not his own, and if he doesn't take advantage of it, he is a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eye, the progress prompted by the system had jumped to [68.4%], and Clark fired again.

There is no way, Quirrell is very shrewd, and now he is not given a chance to delay time. Once Clark's attack shows signs of discontinuity, he will be pointed at by Quirrell's wand.

"boom!"

This bullet was split in half by a wind blade from Quirrell, his armor was full, and he was even ready to fight back.

"One, you and your little girlfriend, prepare to enjoy despair."

Quirrell yelled wildly and excitedly.

Clark had to use the expertise of [dexterous left hand] to shoot left and right. While deterring Quirrell with the pistol in his left hand, he released the transformation technique with the magic wand in his right hand, and controlled the magic activation rope to rush towards the enemy.

It's just that he has already used this trick in the Forbidden Forest. For Quirrell, the same trick will not work.

The whirlwind in the air was deformed by his magic, and turned into a green tornado snake, entangled with the activation rope, and soon tied it with three or four knots, forcing the activation rope to be unable to move.

Clark could see that this Professor Quirrell was worthy of being the senior of Ravenclaw, and most of what he used was ancient elemental magic that controlled the wind.

This ancient magic system, which requires wizards to communicate with natural elements, has long been abandoned by contemporary wizards because it often has the risk of being assimilated by the will of the elements. It is not known that Quirrell turned it out from that old book.

It's no wonder that his will is so unstable, the wind, flowing and changing, isn't it just a fool.

Quirrell raised his wand, gesturing to cast a powerful offensive spell, and Clark held his gun, trying to wait until the last moment before the opponent's spell was finished before pulling the trigger.

"boom!"

The last bullet escaped in the flames of the cross gun, spinning and flying towards Quirrell's heart, but as the opponent raised his wand, he didn't know where it went.

【77.2%】

Not enough time!

Clark rushed up bravely, Hermione tried to grab him from behind, but he threw him away.

"Snapped!"

Clark, who was speeding up, changed direction flexibly, rolled to the right, and a wind whip hit the place where he was standing just now, leaving a deep dent.

Quirrell laughed ferociously, as if he wanted to retaliate against all the grievances that had been suppressed just now. Every time he swung his wand, a whirlwind whip hit the floor heavily.

Clark could only roll on the ground in embarrassment, like a beast being trained by a beast trainer. He finally realized how Norbeta felt when he was trained.

Large and small wounds appeared on his arms and thighs, which were cut by the wind blade when the wind whip collapsed.

【81.1%】

Clark is another roll.

"Stop playing, hurry up!"

A weak voice sounded from behind Quirrell's head, and Voldemort finally recovered from the gunpowder thunder and spoke.