Hogwarts Card System

Ted hid behind the stone pillar and made complicated spell-casting gestures while he and Kiloch were fighting against each other.

This is the harvest obtained in the previous research, using gestures instead of chanting spells to cast spells...

"Iron armor protection! The spell stops immediately!" Professor Quirrell cast a spell suddenly, preventing the sneak attack of the one-handed sword floating behind him, and then shot it down.

"Hmph! Ted, can you release the floating spell combined with the moving spell silently?" Quirrell's eyes were fierce, and the jealousy in his heart almost skyrocketed.

Just now, while Ted was talking, he silently cast the Levitation Curse, trying to backstab Quirrell with the one-handed sword that Neville dropped.

It turned out that Quirrell had Voldemort behind his head, and it didn't work.

This kind of talent is just beyond his reach, a real genius!

Smart and outstanding wizards like Quirrell are the ones who understand the gap between themselves and geniuses the most. They understand more than ordinary students, and they are even more desperate! This is also the reason why he embarked on the road of blood and did not hesitate to seek refuge with Voldemort.

"Sure enough, he is very talented!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from the back of Quirrell's head. Like rotten wood rubbing against rough stones.

"Master?!" Quirrell's facial features trembled, and his expression was very complicated.

Fear, regret, jealousy, several emotions are intertwined on one face. Obviously it was a bad idea to go to Voldemort, but it was too late.

"Let me face him!" came Voldemort's voice.

"Master, he is not worthy of you..."

"Shut up! Let me face him!" Voldemort actually wanted to see Ted more than the boy who survived Neville who defeated him.

Professor Quirrell turned around tremblingly, reached out and untied the purple hood that had been wrapped around his head for a year and was about to grow lice.

A face as gray as cement, with abnormally proportioned features, grew on the upper back of Quirrell's head.

Ted was sure of one thing: Voldemort really didn't have a nose!

"Ted Epifani...you are very talented. If you stay at Hogwarts, your talent will only be wasted." Voldemort opened his mouth and said in a flat voice.

"Furthermore, Dumbledore is especially wary of a little Muggle wizard like you who comes from an ordinary background and is gifted beyond ordinary people. He will stare at you... You will only be marginalized if you stay here."

"So... come with me! I will teach you how to use your rare talent, harness magic power, master power, and subdue the mediocre! You will be able to share my glory..."

Voldemort's voice was deep but generous, like magic, with an indescribable allure that made people unconvincing.

At least Quirrell was overwhelmed when he heard it, as if he had got everything Voldemort said.

But Voldemort never said these words to him~ Voldemort just regarded him as a temporary parasite.

Although Professor Quirrell is so excited that it is difficult to control himself, Ted's mental resistance is lv3, and this level of language bewitchment cannot shake his will.

But Ted didn't mind delaying for a while instead of being hypocritical.

"Oh, you are the mysterious man? I've heard about you." Ted pretended to be puzzled.

"That's right, I, Voldemort! The greatest dark wizard! Immortal!" Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, as if to cheer himself up.

"But you don't look good now? Besides, Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to get any benefits! Even, he was forced to drink unicorn blood. I heard that he will suffer a serious curse..."

Ted's words were like a red-hot awl, piercing into Professor Quirrell's heart, and his whole body began to tremble.

He drank the unicorn's blood, he was cursed irrevocably, his life was over!

It's over! Got nothing, I'm done!

In Ted's voice, Quirrell began to waver instead.

"Huh?" Voldemort suddenly sounded puzzled, "Ha, ha ha! Ted, you really did not disappoint me! You have such power! Hahahaha, follow me, we are too similar! Only I can teach you how become stronger..."

Although Voldemort is crippled now, his knowledge is still there. As a master of intuition, he is keenly aware of the spiritual power in Ted's words.

Although he didn't know what this power was, he felt that this power was affecting Quirrell's will.

Like he said, Ted is so much like him back then.

He had this special power to influence others back then!

When Ted heard Voldemort's words, he said to himself: No! Like you, wouldn't I be in bad luck?

Although no clues were found, there is a high probability that Dumbledore is watching nearby!

If this made Lao Deng suspicious of me, it would be a disaster.

"Fart! We are different~" Ted immediately expressed his position - he used four cards in a row!

【Wild Boar Cannon (Green)】

【Chasing Snowball (Green)】

【Fire Dragon Fireworks (Green)】

...

First there was a "bang", a fat and strong wild boar appeared from the void, and rushed towards Professor Quirrell with its big teeth bared.

Then a snowball the size of a fist slammed into Voldemort's bear face! Voldemort should be familiar with this~

Then a colorful fire dragon five or six meters long, made of sparks and fireworks suddenly appeared, and rushed towards Professor Quirrell with its teeth and claws.

Of course, none of this can hurt Quirrell or Voldemort.

"Torn apart!" The wild boar exploded and dissipated into a large piece of sparks.

Snowball was not worth a shot at all, so it was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.

Voldemort: Are you coming again? ! Hey, why did I say again?

"The spell stops!"

However, Quirrell miscalculated this time, but the Fire Dragon Fireworks were not erased by Quirrell's universal counter-curse, but swelled up to his face!

The gigantic firework fire dragon jumped down from the sky, opened its mouth wide and swallowed Professor Quirrell, and immediately sparks splashed everywhere, crackling and crackling~

"Fool!" Voldemort's voice sounded amidst the crackling fireworks, "All curses end!"

Although still relying on Quirrell's body, Voldemort still casually used a powerful curse, which usually requires multiple wizards to release together, and Voldemort didn't even use a wand.

After being hit by a thousand curses, the fire dragon fireworks disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only Professor Quirrell was left with a wizard robe full of holes, like a fishnet outfit. Quirrell has never been this sexy in my life~

At the same time, Quirrell's body also trembled three times. He had been possessed for more than half a year, and now his body was getting more and more stretched, not to mention being controlled by Voldemort and using a curse to end.

The burden of Voldemort's possession, coupled with the possession of spells, is still an advanced magic, which will almost drain Professor Quirrell dry!

However, there were icy cold raindrops falling on Professor Quirrell's bald head, his face and Voldemort's face were wet!

The first three cards were all feints, and the last card Ted used was [Neville's Failed Scabies Potion (Green)].

"Ah~~~" There was a scream.