#38 - Section 38
“No problem, eight thousand Galleons!”
After counting, Beckley nodded to the two people beside him as a signal.
“Five minutes, after you confirm, we'll leave!”
Saying that, Don handed the box containing the dragon egg to Quirrell.
Quirrell took it and immediately began to check it, holding it in his hands to feel it, and then shining it in the sun.
“Enough, you fool, it's real, let's go!”
“Yes, Master!”
Quirrell replied quickly.
Just as he turned around, Dennis twitched the wight mark on his body, telling Ethan that the transaction was over.
Then the three of them fled the scene as quickly as possible, not wanting to be affected.
… …
“Quirinus Quirrell!”
“Who?”
On the way back to Hogwarts, Quirrell suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, and immediately turned around cautiously to look.
“Bombarda!”
In an instant, the entire path was covered in orange-red flames, surging towards Quirrell.
“Protego Maxima”
“Protego!”
Quirrell's reaction was also quick. He immediately drew his wand and quickly set up a double layer of protection.
At this moment, he only had one thought: he had been double-crossed.
Otherwise, it was impossible for him to encounter this situation just after the transaction was over.
These poachers are really damned. Even when the Dark Lord was possessing him, he didn't choose to double-cross, but you dare to double-cross?
He actually believed in your credibility, a pile of dog shit!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
… …
Violent roars continued one after another. Wherever the orange-red flames passed, it was a mess. The first blue barrier was torn to pieces in a moment.
The second barrier stood firm under Quirrell's continuous supply of magic power.
“Avada Kedavra!”
Quirrell's counterattack came quite quickly, even before the flames had completely dissipated.
In this dark green light that exceeded the usual speed, Ethan felt a sense of despair spontaneously arise in his heart. Is this the feeling of facing the Killing Curse!
Bang!
A stone wall rose up, intercepting the dark green light, but it was also blasted to pieces because of this.
The use of Transfiguration turned a small stone on the ground into a stone wall that could just cover the shape of a human.
Seeing Quirrell intact and able to fight back, Ethan knew his true level.
It should be said that he is worthy of being a Ravenclaw genius who once achieved twelve O grades, and he also has the confidence to venture and adventure around the world.
It's just that his performance during this period of time has made Ethan underestimate him.
“If you leave now, I'll pretend nothing happened!”
Quirrell held the box in one hand and raised his wand in the other, proposing to Ethan.
After a brief exchange, Quirrell realized that this could not be won in a short time, or rather, the opponent's strength was not below his own.
Carrying Voldemort on his back has a great impact on him, and coupled with the need to protect the dragon egg, he really doesn't want to fight.
“Sure!”
“Give me the box, Avada Kedavra!”
“Accio Tree!”
Quirrell, who was always vigilant, was naturally not so easy to sneak attack. Ethan didn't play Transfiguration well, and he didn't have the confidence to complete the Transfiguration before the Killing Curse arrived.
But in terms of spells, Quirrell is quite confident.
A large tree on the right was immediately pulled by a huge force, almost breaking in half and blocking Quirrell's face, successfully blocking Ethan's Killing Curse.
But before Quirrell could launch a counterattack, his heart suddenly twitched, and his body also convulsed uncontrollably and fell directly. It hurt, it hurt a lot, there was no part of his body that didn't hurt.
Quirrell naturally understood what had happened. He had been hit by the Cruciatus Curse!
As for how he was hit, Quirrell couldn't figure it out, and there was no way to think about it, after all, he was about to pass out from the pain.
Looking at Quirrell who fell to the ground, Ethan waved his wand, and the box containing the dragon egg flew over.
On the surface, it was the Killing Curse, but in reality, the Cruciatus Curse hidden in the dark was the main course. As for why not use the Imperius Curse, Voldemort was on the back of his head, so it would be a ghost if the Imperius Curse could work.
With Professor Flitwick's spellcasting experience, coupled with Ethan's Unforgivable Curses, which can be cast silently and wandlessly, the release is quite fast.
“Useless thing, hand over your body to me!”
Voldemort on the back of his head finally couldn't bear it anymore. The dragon egg was snatched away, and Quirrell had become like this. If Quirrell died, he would only be left with a remnant soul. What else could he do?
Quirrell really didn't want to hand over his body to Voldemort. Bringing him on his body was already consuming his life force. If he handed it over to Voldemort, the speed at which his life force was consumed would be like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable.
“Hurry up!”
Seeing that Quirrell had no reaction, Voldemort began to urge him.
Chapter 62: First Confrontation with Voldemort
Black mist began to rise from Quirrell's body. The movements that were originally struggling on the ground also stopped. His eyes became scarlet, and his pale face began to twist and deform, just like when Ethan drank Polyjuice Potion before.
Until it turned into a monster with a pointed chin and a nose so flat that only two holes could be seen.
After moving his head around twice, Voldemort tore off his scarf, revealing his smooth, hairless head, trying to adapt to Quirrell's body as quickly as possible.
“I'll give you a chance, kneel down and submit to the great Dark Lord, and I'll spare you from death!”
The look in Voldemort's eyes towards Ethan contained a hint of appreciation and resentment.
He resented Ethan for disrupting his plan, but he also admired the strength that Ethan's current appearance showed. Now is the time when he is short of people. The more followers he has, the more confident he is of success.
Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, this appearance will cause great damage to Quirrell. Preparing a container in advance is also excellent.
“Dark Lord? Are you talking about the Dark Lord who was defeated by a baby ten years ago and has since disappeared, perhaps hiding in that sewer to eke out a living?”
Ethan smiled disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt for the ugly creature in front of him.
Then, with a point of his wand, a stone on the ground transformed into a monkey, holding the box containing the dragon egg in Ethan's hand, and after jumping a few times through the trees, it disappeared from sight. This was to find the three people based on the wight mark.
The purpose of his words was to force out Voldemort, otherwise Ethan would have retreated as soon as he got the dragon egg.
The last mischievous attack was able to trigger an achievement. If he directly defeats Voldemort today, there is a high probability that there will also be an achievement.
Voldemort is weak right now. If I don't bully him now, when will I ever get the chance!
"You seek death!"
Voldemort trembled with rage. It had been years since he'd heard such direct insults aimed at him.
Since rising to prominence, everyone who meets him is cautious and fearful. Those who insulted him in his early years have long been ground to ashes.
And now he's encountered another one.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort himself cast the Killing Curse, and it was far more potent than Quirrell's. Thicker and faster, it reached Ethan in the blink of an eye.
But just as it was about to hit Ethan, he vanished completely. The green light, its momentum undiminished, only blasted a hole in the ground behind where Ethan had been.
Voldemort stared intently at the shadow moving wildly in the trees. An ordinary person couldn't see it, but he could clearly sense Ethan's magic.
"Heh heh!"
Voldemort chuckled coldly, and with a long, almost reptilian flick of his tongue, a huge ball of orange-red flame erupted from his mouth, setting the surrounding trees ablaze.
Without shadows, let's see how you move.
His decades of battle experience allowed him to instantly recognize the essence of Ethan's magic.
However, Voldemort didn't expect Ethan to emerge from the Fiendfyre he had unleashed, now wreathed in even hotter and more dazzling flames.
"Hmph!"
Voldemort snorted coldly, his expression turning serious. He had truly underestimated him. Had such a powerful young wizard emerged?
Immediately, he waved his wand, and the magic within Quirrell's body surged.
The surrounding orange-red Fiendfyre instantly roiled, as if countless bundles of firewood had been added to it. A great serpent formed of Fiendfyre sprang forth.
The scales on the serpent's body were lifelike, and its crimson Fiendfyre body seemed to flow like lava, demonstrating Voldemort's mastery of the Fiendfyre Curse.
The moment the Fiendfyre serpent formed, it lunged at Ethan, seemingly wanting to swallow him whole.
However, it was intercepted halfway by a giant wolf, also composed of Fiendfyre, which bit the serpent's neck. The giant wolf shook its head and tore at the serpent, its massive claws slamming against the serpent's body again and again.
Voldemort frowned and once again sacrificed some of Quirrell's life force, heavily waving the wand in his hand.
The Fiendfyre serpent exploded violently, the massive magical burst destroying everything around it. The Fiendfyre wolf took the brunt of the blast at point-blank range and was also blown into countless sparks. A huge wall of fire rose in front of Ethan, intercepting the aftershock for him.
Ethan looked at the ground that had turned to magma and could only sigh at how Voldemort truly didn't treat Quirrell's life as anything, each burst causing Voldemort's current body to weaken and his face to pale.
Let's see how much life force you have left to burn.
The surging Fiendfyre turned into a torrent, erupting from Ethan as the center, like a tidal wave rushing towards Voldemort.
Seeing this scene, Voldemort's brow twitched. He hadn't expected this unknown wizard to be so proficient in Fiendfyre.
Voldemort wouldn't just stand by and watch; he knew exactly what the consequences of being burned by Fiendfyre would be.
He immediately waved the wand in his hand, increasing the output of magic to control the surrounding flames.
The orange-red Fiendfyre quickly receded, gathering towards Voldemort until it formed a sphere, and at the moment Ethan's Fiendfyre was about to arrive, it exploded violently, repelling Ethan's attack with overwhelming force.
The giant waves formed by the flames fought, clashed, and devoured each other. Suddenly, Fiendfyre ravens rose from Ethan's sea of fire, launching an aerial assault.
Voldemort wasn't willing to be outdone. The wand in his hand traced an arc in the air, and the orange-red flames writhed again, forming a Fiendfyre serpent that opened its maw and swallowed the Fiendfyre ravens.
Dennis and the others, who were far away, watched this scene with some horror. They were already several miles away, yet they could still see the towering flames rising from the other side. What exactly was the situation like at the scene?
And were they sure they wouldn't attract Dumbledore and the professors from Hogwarts? The location of the battle wasn't too far from Hogwarts!
At the same time, they felt even more awe towards Ethan. They simply hadn't expected that this Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would possess such strength.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A beam of green light, as thick as a thigh and dazzling enough to blind, pierced through the layers of fire, rushing furiously towards Ethan, bathing everything around it in a green glow.
Ethan could feel that Voldemort was already fighting desperately. This was definitely a fully powered Killing Curse, probably comparable to the attack that broke the protective enchantments when attacking Hogwarts.
Moreover, Quirrell, who had already weakened, now had wrinkles on his skin, and his whole person looked somewhat shriveled.
But for Ethan, it still had no effect. A jet-black giant wolf sprang from Ethan's shadow, swallowing the incoming green light in one gulp.
The dazzling green light exploded in the black wolf's chest, tearing it apart.
But the scene before him stunned Voldemort. Killing one only resulted in two. How could he fight like this!
Moreover, with this wolf around, the threat of his Killing Curse had been reduced to the bare minimum.
The black wolf, staring with scarlet, bloodthirsty eyes, roared and charged towards Voldemort...
Ethan waved the wand in his hand like a conductor at a music concert, and the Fiendfyre began to shrink and coalesce.
Voldemort cautiously watched everything before him. He seemed to see a giant roaring in the Fiendfyre.
He wasn't mistaken. The flames had actually formed a giant hundreds of meters tall, with what seemed like lava flowing all over its body. It wasn't like it, that was lava, and it held a giant sword that resembled flames in its hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at him.
Ethan abruptly waved the wand in his hand downwards, and the giant's giant sword moved in sync, plunging fiercely towards Voldemort's location.
Defense? With Quirrell's physical condition, he wouldn't be able to defend against it.
