Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"This old man."

As soon as Clark heard Voldemort's voice, he felt bad and jumped up immediately.

Looking at the nimble and smooth movements, it turned out that the way he was dodging in embarrassment just now was all for delaying time.

It's just that his reaction was a beat slow after all, the whirlwind whip spread and thickened, turning into a long dark green tornado column, sweeping towards it.

The strong suction locked him firmly, and Clark's positioning skills had no room to play at all, and the whole person couldn't help but move up.

"what!"

Hermione saw Clark being swept by the wind column, flying into the air like a waste sack, and hitting the wall again, screaming in fear.

"Clark?"

Her body swayed, and she sat down on the ground, her face ashen.

The next moment, a look of surprise appeared on her face again, because Clark's body suddenly bounced again, yes, he struggled to stand up again.

However, the wizard robe on the left side of him has been twisted into pieces by the wind pillar, and his bare arms and shoulders are covered with fine wounds like a baby's mouth, which looks bloody and miserable.

Fortunately, there was also an enchanted dragon leather vest inside, at least he wasn't disemboweled.

"Are you okay?" Hermione cried worriedly.

Clark was still in the mood to joke at this moment, "Use your brain, do I look like I'm okay?"

After finishing speaking, he frowned again, and the severe pain in his left arm told him that the bone was broken.

Not only that, but his Walter pistol had fallen somewhere, and Clark gripped the wand in his right hand, which was the last tool of resistance he had left.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 84.75%]

Fuck, why does the progress bar get slower as it goes to the back, even 0.01 is out, is this system developed by Pinxixi?

Cold sweat broke out on Clark's forehead, and he didn't know whether it was urgent or painful.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell, if I surrender, will you let us go?"

Hermione's eyes widened cooperatively, as if seeing Clark like this for the first time.

"Do not,

No, no, I don't believe you, boy," Quirrell looked at the miserable Clark, the smile on his face could not be suppressed, "Gryffindor will never surrender, unless, you kneel down and lick my boots, Maybe I'll think about it. "

[The current progress of the magic stone: 86.16%]

"You can really make the decision?" Clark pulled a smile on his face, and threw the wand to the ground casually.

This move stunned Hermione and Quirrell. For wizards, the wand can be said to be their lifeblood. Although it is just a wooden stick, without this thing, there is no difference between wizards and Muggles.

Even if there is still casting without a wand, it has nothing to do with a young wizard of Clark's age.

"Is this sincere enough?" Clark spread his right hand, rushed to Quirrell, and confirmed it again.

Quirrell hesitated. Although he had surrendered to Voldemort, he was still a Ravenclaw after all, not a Slytherin. He would not hesitate to kill a unicorn, a vampire, or even a Muggle.

But kill a wizard? Whether to kill a little wizard at Hogwarts really made it difficult for him to make a decision.

After all, these are different in concept. Dumbledore might not chase him to the end if he stole the Sorcerer's Stone, but if he killed a student.

No, Quirrell glanced at Hermione who was huddled by the wall again, it was two students.

Once he did this, Dumbledore and him would have an endless relationship.

Besides, Prewett is not Potter yet. Their family has a lot of contacts in the wizarding world. Now the master has not recovered, so...

Quirrell's heart turned a thousand times, and the wand in his hand subconsciously deviated from Clark's direction and hung down.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 89.82%]

Clark was overjoyed.

However, at the next moment, a sharp voice came, which startled Quirrell.

"Hurry up..."

"Professor Quirrell, I really feel sorry for you!"

Clark purposely raised his voice, overpowering Voldemort's words.

With a straight face, Quirrell, under Voldemort's order, raised his wand again and pointed at Clark. He had heard this sentence many times, and it didn't impress him.

"Look at your current appearance, whether you are human or ghost, how can you still have the demeanor you had when you graduated from Hogwarts?"

Quirrell took a step closer, and Clark stared into his eyes with self-possession, which made him look extraordinarily sincere.

"You didn't have to be like this, didn't you? You always said that Professor Dumbledore's 'love' was a false lie, but did you know that Professor Dumbledore, and even the other deans, I never gave up on you!"

Seeing the disbelief on Quirrell's face, Clarke's heart calmed down. His tone was unhurried, as if a friend he hadn't seen for many years, was exchanging his heart with Quirrell.

"We always say that no one loves themselves, no one cares about themselves.

They are brooding over the unrequited love they gave, but they turn a blind eye to those who show their love and put it in front of them.

Have you ever remembered that your parents miss you when you haven’t been home for a long time; the girl who secretly paid attention to you when you were studying gave you the admiration; Shallow help, and those students, encourage you to coach successfully. "

"Didn't you ignore them all?" Clark asked his soul.

Quirrell licked his dry lips. The little guy's words gave him a strange feeling, as if what he did was really wrong, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Hurry up..."

Voldemort was urging again.

[Sorcerer's stone current absorption progress: 92.61%]

Continuing Education】!

"Even if you think that you can't turn back and you can only go to the dark, it's just your imagination."

As he spoke, Clark raised his right hand and stretched out an index finger.

"Level one, Hagrid's dog.

In Greek mythology, the three-headed dog Cerberus lived on the banks of the River Styx and guarded the gate of the underworld for Hades, the king of the underworld. Legend has it that it allows the soul of every dead person to enter the underworld, but prevents any unwilling soul from escaping from the underworld.

I laugh at you, Qi Luo, for being courageous. Although this three-headed dog is no better than the original mythical creature, if you stood in front of it boldly and let the three-headed dog's snake tail take a bite, your master would definitely be shaken and leave his soul. unstable. "

[The current progress of the magic stone: 94.16%]

Clark held up a second finger.

"The second level, Professor Sprout specially cultivated the devil's net for you.

According to legend, the devil in hell is good at seducing human beings and grabbing souls. But the benevolent Hufflepuff always accepts those poor people who have nowhere to turn. Professor Sprout, in the name of the devil, performed redemption and tolerated your depravity.

I laugh at you, Qi Luo, for being heartless. If you were able to endure the pain of the devil's net without fear of danger, your master would be dragged into the dark abyss from which he could not escape. "