The Death Knell

The potion flowed like ice water in the blood. The flames swept across their bodies and robes, but they felt no heat at all, and their clothes were intact. It was as if there was an invisible cover spreading out from the body, forcing them to retreat. surrounding flames.

Potions are really magical, perhaps as Snape said in his opening words during the first lesson of the school year. It is a subject that can be used to brew glory and prevent death.

But alchemy seemed even more wonderful, and Hermione couldn't wait to see what the red stone looked like.

Whistle, rustle.

Walking in the flames was no different from usual. For a long time, the three of them saw nothing but a sea of ​​fire. Then suddenly, they came to another open space, perhaps the last room.

There was a figure with his back to them, as if he was studying a huge full-length mirror. The mirror was very old, with a beautiful frame, but the wood paint looked a little mottled and faded.

At this time, the man was furious in front of the mirror, as if he wanted to take something out, but couldn't.

Several times he raised his wand to break the mirror, but put it down angrily.

"Harry Potter, you're here. I'm still wondering when you will discover the clues I deliberately left. I won't kill you yet..." Quirrell heard the footsteps behind him. , his head wrapped in a turban shook triumphantly, turned around with a weird smile, and then froze there: "...Granger? You..."

"boom!"

Hermione didn't give him a chance to finish his words. She saw Quirrell turn around, as if she saw the scene replayed yesterday when the troll turned and charged at her. This time she would not hesitate again.

Since Professor Wilson guided him here and Quirrell was doing bad things as he suspected, shooting was the only option.

The three of them are definitely no match for the adult wizards, so they have to strike first.

Pure-blood wizards basically didn't know much about Muggle weapons, but the power of the shotgun was still fresh in her mind last night.

There was a sound, and a red cartridge case popped out from the side of the gun. As the muzzle flame shone, a golden warhead engraved with a spiral pattern flew forward driven by the gunpowder.

After hitting the target, golden light flashed, and a sound sounded like metal colliding, followed by a short friction sound.

"It's useless." Quirrell became proud and waved the wand in his hand in the air: "I already knew the method you used to kill the troll yesterday. Do you think a real wizard would be defenseless? The Iron Armor Protection Charm is used Fighting Muggle weapons is a piece of cake."

Then Quirrell cast a spell, and activated ropes emerged from the ground, as if to tie the three people up.

But Hermione didn't panic at all. She even stood in front of the other girls, raising the muzzle of the gun in her hand:

"Why don't you lower your head and see if it's useful?"

Only then did Quirrell feel severe pain in his body, and the strength in his limbs faded like a tide.

He looked down and saw that a big hole had appeared in his chest. There was even a kind of golden energy spreading in the wound, eroding his body.

His knees became weak and he fell to the ground. Because he lost the control of the caster, the activated ropes that were originally intended to bind Hermione and the others turned back into ordinary ropes. Hannah kicked them and they fell into the surrounding flames. burned down.

"It's impossible... how can a Muggle weapon be broken..."

Quirrell vomited out the fragments of his internal organs, and finally returned to his usual stuttering appearance. He had been pretending to be cowardly and stuttering, but in fact he was a graduate of Ravenclaw House. How stupid could he be?

He still lost on intelligence, and his arrogance towards Muggle technology ultimately defeated him.

Obviously he still had so many plans for the future and the promises given to him by Voldemort, but as his life passed by, everything became in vain.

Hermione put the gun on her shoulder and took out her wand: "Surrender, I have the potion here, hand over your wand, we..."

"Master!" Quirrell ignored her. He just used his last strength to tear off his turban, and then fell to the ground and died.

"Did you win?" Hannah saw that the professor was motionless.

Susan held her hand, and the two stood behind Hermione. She pushed up her glasses: "Maybe? He seems to be dead."

"Is it okay to kill the professor?" Hannah looked uneasy, and beads of sweat fell from her forehead.

"The school rules do not stipulate that students cannot kill professors. It only states that students cannot harm classmates." Susan was much calmer. Both of her parents were dead. She had a unique understanding of the visit of death: "Besides, you heard it, Quirrell. The professor wanted to trick the famous Harry Potter into coming here and kill him, I believe we did the right thing."

Hannah couldn't bear to look at the body anymore. She turned away: "I hope so. Do you still have the chocolate frog? I feel a little uncomfortable."

Hermione silently took out a box from her pocket and handed it to the girl. She was a little confused.

Of course she knew that bullets might not be able to penetrate the Iron Armor Protection Curse, so she had no worries when shooting. However, this so-called 'golden bullet' was completely different. The Iron Armor Protection Curse might only block it for a few tenths of a second, and then it would disappear. Penetrated by golden light rotating like a drill.

It was too fast, that light was so fast that even when Quirrell was punched a hole, he didn't even feel it for a short time.

She realized that she had made a similar mistake to Quirrell, that is, although the power of a gun depends on itself, the bullet is also another important factor.

At this moment, the back of Quirrell's head, which was lying on the ground, began to squirm, as if something was trying to get out of it. The bulging bump pushed against the skin, and then turned into a pale face.

The three women retreated one after another, and this strange situation almost made them scream.

The man who had just been judged dead had now sat up, and even tried to stand up using his joints in reverse. The pale and noseless face let out a weird laugh:

"Hey, young little witch, it's great that you were able to defeat Quirrell, a loser, but that's it...if you kneel down and show your loyalty to me now, you might still have a chance to survive. "

The laughter of the strange face behind his head seemed to be the hissing of a snake. Of course, it could also be the sound of air leaking from the lungs and trachea in Quirrell's body, but this horrific scene still gave the girls a strong impact. , Hannah and Susan both looked pale and couldn't even hold the wands in their hands.

The blood was still flowing on the ground, reflecting light like a mirror under the surrounding firelight. Hermione tightened her grip on the gun in her hand:

"who are you?"

The corpse that fell to the ground had climbed up, its head twisted behind it at an abnormal angle, and all the joints were therefore opposite. The eyes of the living corpse were moving around, as if looking for where Quirrell's wand fell.

It was right in front of him, but he couldn't bend down from the front. It would be too shameful to bend down like a dancer in front of the girls, so he didn't do anything for the time being.

He just showed his rotten teeth, squinted his eyes and said:

"Me? It doesn't hurt to tell you. I am the future master of Britain. I am...Voldemort!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The shotgun fired in full-automatic mode, and golden rays of light smashed Voldemort's head to pieces. The headless body fell to the ground again, this time motionless.

Hermione sighed, took out some new bullets to reload, skillfully pulled the gun bolt, and said innocently to the two friends behind her:

"I didn't want to start..."