The Trinity of Harry Potter

Quirrell was completely confused now.

Kano is just an inconspicuous little wizard. He rarely raises his head in class, doesn't play Quidditch, and looks unsocial and lonely.

Why did he appear here?

"Haha, Canopus, what are you talking about? It's curfew time now. If you go back to the dormitory now, I won't deduct your points." Quirrell forced a smile on his pale face, holding the wand in his hand.

Lift up slowly.

Kano's eyes widened: "Wake up, Quirrell, you and the master on the back of your head are going to be in trouble!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Kano's answer was a flash of green light in front of him. Kano waved his wand and a wall of thorns rose from the ground, blocking the death curse.

"Qi Luo, I didn't expect you to be quite decisive."

Kano stamped his feet, and many thorn bushes grew on the ground, and the thorns flew towards Quirrell.

"Armor for protection."

Invisible armor condensed around Quirrell, and the flying thorns were deflected and bounced away. He waved the wand again, muttering something in his mouth, and a jet of black flames spurted out from the head of the wand.

The thorns on the ground were swept away, and the thorn wall in front of Kano also burned.

"Fire Curse? You really hide it."

Kano could smell the ominous smell of the flames from afar, and he was almost sure that the fire was a "specialty" of a certain hell.

"Haha, Canopus, teacher, I am also surprised." Quirrell kept his hands on, and the room was already filled with fierce fire except behind the wall.

Kano took out two acorns from his pocket, poured magic power into them, and threw them into the air.

These two acorns were prepared by Kano in advance, and Ogham runes were painted on them with his own blood.

Two acorns exploded in mid-air, and strong positive energy swept across the entire room.

The fierce fire was extinguished as if it had encountered a natural enemy, revealing the burned and pitted floor underneath.

Quirrell wailed, and black smoke billowed out of his body. But he did not fall down, but waved his wand violently, and a silver blade of light was thrown out, directly splitting the thorn wall.

There was a wailing sound from behind the wall, and then the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Quirrell gasped and stepped forward to check. As soon as he poked his head out, a wooden sword swept over him.

In desperation, Quirrell used his hand to block it. The blade of the sword sliced ​​through his elbow like a hot knife cutting through butter. His hand holding the wand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The heavily armed Kano's magic power surged at this moment, breaking through the crumbling thorn wall that had been burned, and pierced the wailing Quirrell's belly with a sword.

"Squire?" Quirrell howled in pain.

Kano didn't hesitate and charged at full speed. Quirrell, who was hanging on his sword, was directly nailed to the wall.

wisps of black smoke came out of the wound on Quirrell's lower abdomen and the section of his severed hand, while he himself opened his mouth wide and twitched silently.

Kano originally wanted to keep Quirrell to open Harry's eyes, but after fighting for a long time, Harry still hadn't come. Kano didn't wait any longer and wanted to pull out his wooden sword and kill Quirrell.

However, Quirrell suddenly stopped moving, and his mouth opened wide in pain revealed a twisted smile.

Kano immediately abandoned his sword and retreated. Quirrell's severed hand had turned into ashes, but the dropped wand flew back to Quirrell's hand with a whooshing sound.

If Quirrell is a boss, then Voldemort is his second transformation, and now the battle has entered a new stage.

In the first stage, Quirrell's vitality and magic power were severely weakened, which meant that the dark magic he learned from Voldemort was a threat.

Kano has been harassing attacks and defenses, giving Quirrell an illusion. The two acorns he later used to lift the Fire Curse made Quirrell even more convinced that Kano was not powerful.

After all, the young patriarch of the magic family should always have two treasures on his body, but this does not mean that he is very strong.

Then he was unlucky.

But will this second stage be stronger? There is a big question mark in Kano's heart.

"Canopus Black, I am the Dark Lord, and your father once worked for me." At this time, Quirrell rolled his eyes, his face covered with black mist, and he pulled out of his walls little by little.

Chat? Ha.

Kano answered him with a shot that split apart, but Quirrell deflected it with a wave of his wand.

"Your father is a pure man. He has sacrificed a lot for our ideals."

"Come on, Kano, come to my side. You are a noble pureblood, and we can share this world together."

Voldemort occupied Quirrell's body, seducing Kano with his mouth, holding the wand steadily in his hand.

"Oh, dear Lord Dark Lord, what can I gain if I join your service?" Kano asked seemingly sincerely, pointing the wand in his hand at the other party.

"Everything, as long as you come to help me resurrect. Treasures, rights, eternal life, whatever you choose." Quirrell's face gradually shriveled up, the vitality of his whole person became weaker and weaker, and Voldemort's tone became anxious.

"Haha, Voldemort, I think Quirrell is going to die. You should hurry up and find a place on the back of your head!" Kano used the Crushing Curse again, but this time Quirrell did not use his armor to defend himself, but stood there in embarrassment.

He rolled and escaped the curse.

He is weakening, and the wounds Kano left on him are burning his dirty soul. He can't beat Kano now, and he doesn't dare to.

Quirrell could no longer hold on anymore and beat Carnot to death, the only living person present. Voldemort would become a lonely ghost again.

At this moment, Harry walked out of the passage and was shocked when he saw the scene in the room.

He originally thought it was Snape here, but he didn't expect it was Quirrell.

The entrance to the passage was very close to Voldemort, and Kano had no time to protect Harry.

Voldemort was overjoyed. He immediately waved his wand to create a rope and tied Harry up, dragging Harry towards him like a dead dog.

"Canopus, don't move, or I will curse him to death immediately. Harry is your friend, right? You have all learned a lot of dirty things in the Muggle world." Voldemort blocked Harry between himself and Canopus.

Between promises.

"You have a choice, Potter," he said softly, like a snake spitting a message, "go get me the Philosopher's Stone, right in the mirror, or get Canopus to give up."

"I will never help you! Voldemort, you killed my parents!" Harry twisted hard, trying to break free of the rope.

At this time, he saw Quirrell slowly taking off his turban, revealing the melted facial features on the back of his head. The ugly facial features quickly crawled to the front of Quirrell's face, and the process was weird and disgusting.

"Your mother, she didn't have to die...don't let her death be in vain...haha."

"Harry, why don't you chat with him more. This is the first meeting between you and Voldemort. How memorable it is." Kano teased in a sinister way.

After a while, Quirrell might die suddenly on the spot, let alone another fight.

"Damn it, now, Harry Potter, get the Philosopher's Stone now, or I'll kill you!"

"Harry, are you afraid of the Death Curse?" Kano's voice was still so innocent.

"Shut up, Canopus!"

"I seem to be the only wizard who has not been killed by the Death Curse." Harry seemed to have noticed something. Quirrell looked like he was exhausted.

He chatted with Kano in a tacit understanding, and Voldemort couldn't stand it anymore.

"Come here! Get me the magic stone!"

Quirrell waved his wand, and Harry flew towards him. But when he touched Harry, the intense burning sensation made him howl.

Like hot water poured on snow, Quirrell's last hand turned to ashes and his wand fell to the ground.

Harry instinctively reached out and pressed Quirrell's face. His face became full of cracks like a burnt clay, and finally the whole person exploded into pieces with a "bang" and scattered on the ground.

Kano opened his eyes wide and looked at the "thing" flying out of Quirrell's remains.

A smell of hell came to my face.