The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Linde turned around and looked at him in disbelief when he heard Quirrell's words.

Voldemort lost his excitement and said gloomily, "Why, Quirinus, do you really think you are a god?"

Quirrell's name, Quirinus, is the Roman god of war.

After hearing this, Quirrell smiled faintly, "Haha, Voldemort, you are indeed very strong. Even the weakest remnant of you and I cannot defeat you, but are parasitized by you."

"But you should never kill a unicorn and drink its blood!" At this point, Quirrell couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"I have never been cursed! It has always been you who bears the curse, idiot!" At this point, Quirrell couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Then, what do you want to say?" From the back of Quirrell's head, bursts of black mist emerged and turned into Voldemort's ugly face in the air. He stared at Quirrell, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Lind looked at the situation and secretly pulled the door handle, but the door handle did not move at all.

Damn it!

And Quirrell was even more proud, "I went to find you in the beginning to kill you or get some good things from you!" Quirrell raised his hands proudly.

"I - Quirinus Quirrell, one of the best students in Ravenclaw. You have never really controlled me. Maybe your soul suppressed me to a certain extent, but I have not been actually controlled by you.

I have been trying to squeeze the knowledge in your mind. Right, those spells you taught me, my good! Master!!"

Quirrell's face was so proud that he couldn't hide it.

Voldemort was so angry, "I will kill..." As a result, he was interrupted by Quirrell halfway through his words.

"Quiet, quiet. I'm talking! It was your act of sucking unicorn blood that made you infected with the unicorn curse.

And it gave me some new ideas!"

Quirrell waved his wand to gather.

"Come on! The dark wizard who made the whole of Britain shrouded in fear more than ten years ago.

Let me devour your soul and 'hand' all your knowledge to me." As he said this, Quirrell's smile gradually twisted, and then he waved his wand and deflected a white spell.

After that, he turned his head happily and looked at Lind. It was Lind who had just found that there was no hope of escape and cast a spell.

"But I think before that, I need to solve some small troubles!" As he said this, he waved his wand repeatedly and fired several spells in an instant.

Silent, continuous spells of various forms. It was as if Quirrell didn't take his first confrontation with Quirrell seriously at all, and the spells fired this time were completely not on the same level.

Lind hurriedly dodged, and Andersen also flew away. But he didn't dodge in time and was hit by a spell.

The two armor spells he hastily cast on himself in the process of rolling and dodging just now were like paper, breaking with a poke, and then his body was directly hit by the spell.

After being hit, Lind also knew what the spell was.

A simple coma spell. The spell was simple: faint and fall to the ground.

However, Lind, who was hit, felt like he was hit by a big truck. His spine was broken inch by inch, and the whole person flew backwards and smashed the wall with cracks.

It was just like the scene he saw in Professor Flitwick's photo when he was learning the water gun spell before.

His body fell to the ground uncontrollably, coughing up red and black blood and internal organs.

Lind only felt his consciousness gradually faded.

"This... is this the gap! The gap in spell casting, the gap in spell power..."

Lind had only thought about the wizard duels in the movies in his previous life, which were simply casting spells.

It was different now. Now he suddenly thought of the housewife wizard Molly in "Deathly Hallows: Part 2" who smashed the immobilized Bellatrix into powder with a spell.

He thought of Professor McGonagall's spell that drove the stone soldiers of the entire castle.

I thought of how Aberforth used a spell to directly repair most of the Hogwarts Castle's protective shield.

I thought of the black curtain that covered the sky and the sun in Paris in "Fantastic Beasts II"...

It turns out that I have no idea about the high-end combat power in this world...

Lind thought, and finally looked at Harry who ran towards him with regret.

"Lind! Lind!"

Harry pushed Lind, who was gradually getting cold, his hands were stained with blood on his body, and tears dripped down.

Behind him, Quirrell cast another spell. Green light suddenly jumped into Harry's body.

It was a spell that Harry had never heard of, and it seemed to be pronounced like this: Avada Eats Big Melon...

Looking at Harry's falling figure, Quirrell turned his head and smiled, "How about it, I avenged you, now you should pay the reward!"

"Let's cooperate! I can give you everything you want!" Voldemort saw this scene and made concessions.

"What I want most is you! It's you!" Quirrell smiled. "Think about it. If I kill you again, I will not only get the knowledge in your head, but also the Philosopher's Stone. If I contact people to make reports, maybe I can even get the reputation of defeating Voldemort!"

"I want too much, and you give me your 'all', which can just meet all my needs!" Quirrell opened his arms again to hug.

As he spoke, Quirrell kept waving spells, and Voldemort began to scream.

"Don't think... you have a sure win..." Voldemort screamed.

And Quirrell continued to cast spells.

"You will regret it..."

"I never regret it." Quirrell said confidently. "This is my decision, why should I regret it!"

Quirrell inhaled the black mist transformed by Voldemort into his lungs little by little as if he was breathing.

As the black mist was inhaled, Quirrell began to frown and show an uncomfortable expression!

The swallowing of the soul, the fusion of memories...

These are not simple things.

Thinking of this, Quirrell put the Philosopher's Stone into his mouth. Then he hummed a bad tune.

He waved his hands, holding a wand in one hand, like a conductor. Voldemort opposite him was making a shrill high note.

"You... wait for me..." Voldemort let out a last scream, and then he actually split his black mist into two halves.

He split his soul again!

The unrestrained soul flew out of the effective range of Quirrell's spell and drilled into the pipes on the surrounding walls.

Quirrell was obviously frightened and lost his balance. He stepped back, making a pattering sound.

Water? !