This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Quirrell seemed to be afraid to move, but that was just a look.

Liu Xiaozhi didn't think he was not up to something.

"Children, I don't have a wand now." He tried to keep the smile on his face, "It's very tiring for you to hold it up, why don't you put it down first?"

Six pairs of big white eyes shot over.

If the soft one doesn't work, then use the hard one.

Quirrell's smile gradually disappeared and he had a sullen face. The moment he raised his free left hand,

A long spear was also raised.

He used to teach Muggle Studies, so how could he not know that a gun is faster from seven steps away, but still faster within seven steps.

Vincent, who squinted his eyes in front of the scope, gently placed his index finger on the trigger.

"Professor, I have to remind you of the basic principles of mines."

Trigger mines will explode if released, and will also explode if exposed to a strong external impact.

Not even hard ones,

Then you can only play the emotional card.

"child,

Do you know what you are doing? "

Quirrell put his left hand on his chest with a look of pain on his face, "Add magic to these things.

He will be imprisoned in Azkaban by those idiots from the Ministry of Magic! "

"Wow, that's scary~" Vincent pulled the trigger.

The bullet grazed his left shoulder.

"I fired." He moved the muzzle of the gun downward. "Will you forgive me, Professor?"

Forgive me!

Quirrell wanted to take out the yew wand from his robe at all costs and send the hateful child in front of him to eat a big melon with Merlin.

"Of course I'll forgive you, Wayne."

The flattering smile on his face made the two "kind and honest" little badgers frown.

"Digory, Scamander——"

Quirrell caught this keenly, "You certainly don't want Wayne to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban, right?"

Cedric and Rolf both tightened their wands.

"Sigh - frankly speaking, I do control those magical creatures."

He slid his left hand down a little bit, "This is my second lesson. You must always be vigilant. You can't relax just because a banquet is being held -"

"Bang——"

A bullet penetrated the left shoulder.

"Click -" Vincent pulled the bolt and loaded the gun.

Quirrell was about to faint from the pain, with an extremely cruel and fierce light in his eyes.

Both Cedric and Rolf were no longer confused, loosening their fingers slightly to make it easier for the spell to hit.

With the help of the perception potion, it's not like the six little ones can't see these little tricks.

"So that's it." Hermione didn't even lower her left hand when she saw that Quirrell was shot in the shoulder.

He looked towards Vincent gratefully.

"You have a third wand, don't you, Professor."

Her words reminded the somewhat lazy twins.

One wand was cut off by Lucy and one had just been shot through.

Quirrell's sincere words are false, but his plan to find an opportunity to escape is true.

"Professor, you are indeed very insidious." Neither Fred nor George smiled as playfully as usual.

This result was something Vincent was happy to see, but it was something Voldemort didn't want to imagine at all.

"That's enough, Quirinus—

You trash! "

The moment this voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, he felt like his soul was being bound.

Black magic about souls is evil and cruel.

From the moment of possession, Quirrell's fate was destined to be unable to escape his bondage.

"Master, you——"

"Give everything you have, Quirinus!"

Quirrell closed his eyes in the real world.

A very dangerous and destructive aura suddenly appeared in the six little ones' perceptions.

"Wayne!"

"I know!"

While Cedric and Rolf chanted the incantations of the Iron Armor Charm, Vincent pulled the trigger on the mine.

With a "boom", the explosion also involved the mines next to it.

In the corridor leading to the principal's office, a hole more than five meters wide was blown out of the ground.

However, amidst the billowing smoke, there was a pair of cold eyes like snakes.

"Qi Luo" who did not fall to the seventh floor slowly floated out of the black smoke.

Half of his body was burned,

The long scarf on his head was also in tatters, and almost his whole body had wounds punctured by mine fragments and rocks.

"Two damn Mudbloods."

After this sentence,

The things on his body and those that had just been blown away turned into spikes and shot out.

"Armor protection——"

The defense of the six-layer iron armor spell blocked all attacks with difficulty.

"Qi Luo" snorted coldly and stepped on the floor in front of them with his bloody feet.

"You are not Quirinus Quirrell." Vincent quietly held the shrunken "blowpipe" in his hand.

"Who the hell are you!"

Quirrell smiled and shook his head, "Wayne—Wayne—

Vincent Wayne, the first natural Occlumency Master in the history of Hogwarts. "

He pulled off his turban with his bloody left hand, "Such a lowly surname is not worthy of such a great talent."

Luofu's expression suddenly changed drastically.

Why does this tone sound so much like the same person?

The twins and Cedric both vaguely guessed something.

Even Hermione, who didn't dare to think about it at all, knew that the real identity of Quirrell, who was not afraid of pain, was definitely not a simple thing.

"Is there anything wrong with my last name?" Vincent began to focus all his attention, "As a professor at Hogwarts, you shouldn't still advocate the supremacy of pure blood, right?"

"Ho ho ho—"

"Quirrell" sneered and threw away the wand with only the handle left. "It would be great if you were not born in a Muggle family, even in a mixed-race family."

He lifted up his tattered robes gracefully and calmly and took the yew wand in his hand.

"Too bad, I don't need a Mudblood."

Combined with the blood still pouring out of his body, he looked indescribably weird.

No matter how polite he behaved, the dangerous atmosphere that was everywhere did not dissipate, and was even growing exponentially.

"So who are you?" Vincent was not afraid in the face of danger. "Why don't you give me a name so that I can complain to Mr. Merlin?"

Quirrell looked at him with interest, and after a moment he lightly waved the yew wand in his hand.

The original tattered robe was replaced with a loose black robe.

The exposed wounds, large and small, were as pale as if they had been cleaned.

"I can satisfy you, Vincent Wayne."

"Qi Luo"'s neck suddenly twisted 180 degrees.

There were no pustules anymore, but the sunken face could still be vaguely seen. Words could not describe how ugly it was.

The six little ones smelled a smell of garlic and alcohol and had a physiological reaction on the spot.

Their symptoms such as nausea and retching manifest immediately in various forms.

Ugly Face doesn't mind this.

He just bowed politely and placed the yew wand against his left shoulder.

"I am Voldemort."

Three simple words made the six people opposite him instantly sink their faces.

"Voldemort? The Dark Lord who was beaten away by little Harry and whose name cannot even be mentioned?"

"Wow, this is too ugly!"

Although the joke was a little inappropriate, Fred and George said it anyway.

"It must be ugly." Vincent lowered Enfield and quietly hid his left hand behind his back.

"I haven't seen the sun for eleven years, and I'm so deficient in calcium that I'm like this."

Voldemort grinned, "I'm glad that another wizard dares to call me by my name.

But it is a pity that you are all just a group of little wizards who have not yet graduated. "

He raised his yew wand, "But I can give you a chance, as long as-"

Vincent quickly used the transformation technique to untie the "blowpipe".

Before it could completely return to its original size, he had already pulled the trigger.

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