The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

The sound of gurgling water came from behind Quirrell along with the salty smell.

Quirrell turned around and saw a little monster lying on the ground.

He collapsed on the ground, seemingly not breathing, but water kept pouring out from the gaps under him, as if there was a spring under him.

His hands and feet began to change, and his skin became paler, but seemed to reflect some light.

Isn't he dead? !

Quirrell had questions in his mind. Then suddenly a strange voice was heard echoing in the room.

The voice seemed like murmuring in the ears, like a shout from afar, like it came from the corpse lying on the ground, or like it came out of nowhere and appeared in the house inexplicably.

"Huh...it's the first time..."

Seeing the sudden abnormality, Quirrell ignored Voldemort who split his soul and escaped. He took a deep breath and inhaled the remaining fragments of Voldemort's soul into his lungs. Then he frowned and raised his wand.

He waved his wand and cast a spell on Lind, who was lying on the ground.

However, when the magic spell flew not far in front of Linde, it was suddenly twisted by an inexplicable force and flew to the side.

Quirrell was about to cast another spell when he saw the little wizard who had been lying on the ground get up awkwardly, and there were a series of snapping sounds on his back as the body returned to its position.

What it feels like to have five senses confused, perhaps Linde can now describe it:

Vision turned to hearing, and the Quirrell in front of him made a harsh crunching sound.

Hearing turned into smell, and the sound of gurgling water on the ground carried a sweet smell.

The sense of smell turned into touch, and the smell of blood on his body and the salty smell of sea water left a faint tingling and itching sensation on his skin.

Touch turned to taste, and the wand he picked up again smelled of chocolate in his palm.

The sense of taste turned into vision, and the smell of blood in the mouth exuded a bright red and bluish purple halo.

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Linde held onto the broken wall beside him, feeling the smell of milky coffee from the stone wall in his palms. Such chaotic perception caused his brain to shut down.

At this time, another extremely strange thought poured into his mind.

It's like two souls merging.

Linde staggered and pressed his temple.

"Phew...this feeling is simply...incredibly good..."

He turned his head and looked at Quirrell indifferently with his square pupils. Now he no longer has the thought of escaping, but has a crazy and violent thought lingering in his mind.

This kind of thinking needs to be vented urgently, it cannot be accumulated, and he does not want to accumulate it.

Linde rubbed the tentacles that were sprouting out from his chin, just like Davy Jones, the captain of the Flying Dutchman in the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie.

He didn't feel anything wrong with having such a thing on his body at all. On the contrary, he felt that his current condition was extremely good, and his tentacled beard was so handsome. I was born to look like this.

Quirrell saw his face, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a surge in his stomach, and he held his stomach and retched uncontrollably.

As Quirrell exerted force, the contents of his belly were gradually pushed upwards, and his throat was stretched as wide as his head.

Ouch!

The sound of Quirrell's vomiting was really sour and unpleasant, and Lind on the side unconsciously covered his ears.

The thing was spat out on the ground along with Quirrell's saliva and stomach acid.

——Then wagging its tail on the ground.

It was a fish, a red-blue live fish.

Quirrell looked at the fish with disgust and cast a splitting spell. Break the fish into pieces.

"What kind of curse is this..."

Linde also waved his hands in confusion, "How do I know, but I know what the magic spell is, Shen Feng Wu Ying——"

Quirrell only felt that the eyes of the little wizard in front of him had an indescribable magic power, as if they were trying to involve his thoughts. The moment he casts the spell, his whisker-shaped tentacles levitate.

Caught off guard, Quirrell didn't react at first and the other party cast a magic spell.

When he reacted, it was a little late. He could only roll sideways, and a magic barrier naturally appeared on his body.

The magic spell hit his waist and abdomen, and the magic barrier that came out in an emergency was vulnerable to a blow and was directly shattered. Then several cracks exploded directly on his body.

Quirrell held his stomach, rubbed it, and looked at Lind.

"I remember who you are, a little first-year Gryffindor. You spend all day with a crow."

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless——

Get smaller quickly——"

Quirrell didn't care about the wound on his abdomen and calmly waved his wand to resist Lind's incoming spells. He controlled his gaze not to look at Linde.

"But now it seems that you are not that simple. You know, I really want to dissect you now."

With that said, Quirrell's backhand was a magic spell. At the same time, a spell came out of his mouth.

"Expelliarmus—

Your method is too simple! "

"The curse stops—" Linde was not frightened. He tried to roll to avoid it and released the curse at the same time.

His spell still couldn't resist Quirrell's spell, and he was knocked back to the wall behind.

Feeling that his inexplicably restored limbs were blown off again, Linde ignored it and twisted his body to stand up again.

From the moment he first stood up there had been a murmur in his ears.

"Give it to me... You don't understand at all... You don't understand..."

"Give it to me... Give me your body..."

He had ignored these voices before, but now He spoke again.

"Give it to me! I haven't... since that bastard Gehros woke Him up..."

"Shut up, what's the point of waking up?" Lind felt that the owner of the mumbling voice was talking about Gehros, who sounded familiar.

"Take your body... Just to play with!"

Lind ignored the mumbling that tortured him, because at this time Quirrell cast a spell again. His wand had just flown to the side.

Lind twisted his figure and rolled to the side. The bitter and spicy pain from his body stimulated his nerves.

Lind reached out to take out some small props from his waist bag, but the next second his webbed hand was stepped on by Quirrell on the ground, making a fierce creaking sound.

Quirrell looked at Lind with excitement, then scratched his waist, making a clicking sound.

His hand seemed to touch some kind of carapace.

Quirrell looked down and saw that the wound that was just cut open by Shenfeng Wuying was now attached to several barnacles and some small shellfish.

His cut flesh was like a reef on the seashore, feeding these guys.

Quirrell directly tore off a small shell from the wound and looked at it, his face became even more crazy.

Linde felt that if Quirrell was a superficial gentleman who hid his thoughts in his heart before absorbing Voldemort's soul, then now he is a pure lunatic.

"But I'm not bad!" Linde's face and the tentacles on his chin were rubbing. Now the whole room has accumulated a large amount of water.

"I'm definitely crazier than you!" Linde was inexplicably comparing.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!" He whispered.

Linde estimated that the owner of the voice that sounded in his ears would definitely not be a good guy.

But I am willing.

Since the first time I got up from the ground, my mind has been abnormal!