Chapter 65 Quirrell: Ouch! What Are You Doing... Hey!
"Uh … … I … … I am … …"
Quirrell obviously didn't expect this.
Someone would ask him the key to the question directly.
In fact …
He hadn't finished making it up yet.
After all, according to his speculation.
Before he talked about how to defeat the zombies.
The bell should have rung after class.
There was no need to make it up.
da......
This student didn't talk about martial arts ethics.
He asked directly!
The careless Quirrell didn't dodge.
He had to make it up on the spot.
But … in a hurry.
He couldn't make it up.
So, he stuttered for a long time.
He had to be vague.
He wanted to muddle through.
"Well … … in fact … … the strong … … sunlight is the best weapon against … against the zombies … …"
"Oh … … the weather today is very good, the sun is very warm … …"
Quirrell reluctantly changed the topic to the weather.
But … …
Blake didn't pay attention to his reluctance to change the topic.
Instead, he continued to look at Quirrell with admiration.
"I heard that professor had excellent grades when you were in school."
"Not long after graduation, you were rehired as a professor of defense against black magic!"
"You are my role model!"
"Oh … … is … … is that so … … you … … you are exaggerating."
Quirrell couldn't deal with Blake anymore.
Hermione looked at Blake suspiciously.
She didn't understand what this guy was up to.
The level of this guy's lecture.
Everyone knew that he wasn't good.
She didn't understand why Blake would say such mushy words with admiration.
Blake ignored Hermione's rolling eyes.
He continued to speak.
"It turns out that you are really excellent, professor."
"I heard from many seniors that over the years, there have been people who applied for the position of professor of defense against black magic right after graduation."
"However, those who thought they were extremely talented were all rejected!"
"Only you were rehired!
Isn't that enough to prove your excellence? "
"I think you are better than those who applied for this position before!"
Blake's voice had just faded.
Quirrell was so scared that he almost fell to the ground.
You can't just say that!
What do you mean?
Who are you hinting at?
Are you trying to harm me?!
Back then, after Voldemort graduated.
Thus, he applied for the position of Defensive Black Magic Professor.
Later, the principal at the time, Armando Dippet, accepted Dumbledore's suggestion.
He rejected Voldemort at that time.
He said he was still too young.
Let him gain some experience before applying …
Now, Blake directly said that he was better than the people who had applied for this position as soon as they graduated.
Didn't they just say that Quirrell was better than Voldemort?
Quirrell's body went numb.
This little thing was spouting nonsense.
On the surface, it looked like he was praising himself.
But in reality, he was roasting himself on the fire!
Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head.
So how was Voldemort feeling?
Quirrell could feel it clearly.
And just now …
He clearly felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head.
It was not his own anger, of course.
As for who it belonged to …
Wasn't that obvious?
"No no no!
I used to be a Muggle Studies professor. "
"I've only started teaching defensive black magic this year!"
"I wasn't hired as a defensive black magic professor as soon as I graduated!"
Quirrell was so scared that he couldn't even stutter.
This scene could be called a medical miracle!
"So I'm completely incomparable to those who have the confidence to apply for a professorship as soon as they graduate."
"Yes!
Far from it! "
After Quirrell said this.
Sure enough, Voldemort's mood calmed down a little.
Although after he went back.
A round of torture was inevitable.
182......
At least it wasn't that serious.
Blake smiled slightly.
He accepted a silver treasure chest that was generated due to fear.
After another gold treasure chest that was generated due to anger.
He continued to deal damage.
"But … Professor Quirrell."
"Didn't you apply for a teaching position as soon as you graduated?"
"Although you started as a Muggle Studies professor."
"But … the application was successful!"
"And Principal Dumbledore asked you to change your teaching position from Muggle Studies to Defensive Black Magic Professor."
"Doesn't this mean that your excellence has been recognized by Professor Dumbledore?"
"This is much better than those who were rejected as soon as they applied, right?"
As soon as Blake finished speaking.
Quirrell could only feel the back of his head.
The anger that had been suppressed for the time being surged up again!
"Ouch!
What are you doing? Ouch! "
Quirrell was going crazy.
He racked his brains.
It took him a lot of effort to calm Voldemort's anger.
This guy only said a few words.
He provoked Voldemort's anger again!
Tell me, why did you provoke him?
You made him angry.
As soon as you finished class, you could just leave.
What about me?
When the time comes, I'll be suppressed by him.
Isn't it still me?
You bastard!
Quirrell hated Blake, that little bastard, to the core.
He saw Blake's expression of admiration.
He wanted to give him two slaps.
And sew his mouth shut!
But he still had to force a smile to face Blake's question.
It couldn't be helped.
He was obviously praising him!
What would you do if he praised you?!
"Thank … thank you for your compliment."
"But … but I really can't afford it …"
Quirrell was on the verge of tears.
The person at the back of Quirrell's head was really angry.
He felt that the back of his head was burning.
Quirrell felt that the back of his head was about to catch fire!
"Ding!
Extremely angry emotions have been detected. "
"Ding!
Congratulations to the host for obtaining a diamond treasure chest! "
Blake was overjoyed.
'As expected of you, Voldemort!'
'The drop rate is really high!'
'A gold treasure chest at once.'
'And a diamond treasure chest!'
'As for the few silver treasure chests that Quirrell dropped …'
'Those are all just bonuses!'
"No, you can afford it!"
"No!
I can't afford it … "
Quirrell glanced at the time helplessly.
'Because it's a long class.'
'So there's still 40 minutes before class ends …'
"How … how am I going to spend these 40 minutes …"
Quirrell was about to go crazy.
"Classmate, that's enough. Let's go back to the previous story …"
Quirrell had no choice.
He had to be tough, which was rare.
He forcefully pulled the topic back.
Blake smiled slightly.
He didn't continue to pester him.
'A gold treasure chest and a diamond treasure chest.'
'It's about time.'
'I should stop while I'm ahead.'
'There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, right?'
Quirrell saw that Blake had finally shut up.
He heaved a huge sigh of relief in his heart.
'Finally …'
'It's over.'
'Although after class.'
'I'm about to be punished by my master.'
18 €…
'At least I don't have to suffer anymore.'
'Voldemort' was at the back of his head.
'So Voldemort's emotions fluctuated too much.'
'It'll give him a splitting headache.'
Just as Quirrell was about to continue his boring story …
'It's delayed until class ends.'
A hoarse voice appeared in his mind.
"Give me control of the body …"
"Master … what are you going to do?"
"Give it to me!"
"You can't be impulsive!
This is Hogwarts. "
"Dumbledore, that old guy, has always been here!"
"I know what to do!
Give me control of your body! "
'Voldemort's request is irrefutable.'
So.
In everyone's eyes.
Quirrell, who was telling a boring story, suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head.
Then he raised it again.
The little wizard in the classroom suddenly had an illusion.
'Professor Quirrell.'
'His temperament seems to be different!'
Blake's eyes lit up.
Good heavens, this is Voldemort!
'Quirrell's temperament?'
'Quirrell' took a deep look at Blake.
Then he suddenly laughed.
"Those tedious stories are only told.
It's still too boring! "
"If that's the case!
"Then let's give it a demonstration."
'Quirrell's' Quirrell's
'Waving'
Quirrell had prepared the writing on the blackboard and the accompanying pictures.
Then, they all disappeared into thin air.
At the same time, the huge podium was also moved to the other side.
"Of course"
"Let's's's
"Let's start the demonstration.
"When you met the Dark Sorcerers outside," Roland said.
"How are you going to face them?
"I'm going to invite a classmate up here.
"Then we can demonstrate."
'Quirrell' finished.
His eyes fell on Blake's face.
Blake felt a hint of danger in his eyes.
'But …'
'Danger?'
'I don't believe that you, Tom, dare to touch me in Dumbledore's hall!
'Even if you dare to touch me …
'Then my wand might be … hard!'
Then.
Blake purposely put on a pleasantly surprised expression.
Then, he raised his hand high in the air.
"Professor!
Let me do it! "
Blake's performance.
He was a complete fan of Quirrell.
'Quirrell's' lips flashed a cruel smile.
"Then come up here!
"You're … Blake Green, right?"
"Yes!
Professor Quirrell!
"Come up here!"
Blake couldn't wait to run up.
At this moment.
They were originally sleepy.
Then because Blake was wildly admiring Quirrell's behavior.
And the little wizards who had goosebumps all over their bodies.
Their spirits and interest were finally piqued.
After all, this was a demonstration of actual combat!
It was much more interesting than the boring storytelling just now!
At this moment, no one cared why Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering.
"Then … take out your wand, child."
'Quirrell' stood in front of Blake with his wand in two fingers.
Blake glanced at 'Quirrell's' wand gesture.
'Damn, his posture is so arrogant, so awesome.
'And you say you're not …'
'Is it Tom?'
"Okay!"
'Flowers …'
Blake didn't dare to be careless.
He directly took out his custom wand.
The custom wand at this time.
It had long been disguised by Blake to look like a mithril wand.
So it looked long and thick.
It was like a small iron rod.
"Quirrell" saw Blake's wand.
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Then … Now, let's say you're a Dark Wizard."
"You're preparing to attack me … Come, use the spell you're best at to attack me."
"Then I'll show you how to deal with it."
When Blake heard this.
How could he not understand?
This guy wanted to teach him a small lesson!
As long as he attacked him.
Then when he counterattacked.
With a little trick.
He could make him suffer a big loss!
Although he might not dare to kill him.
But he would definitely have to suffer for a long time!
Tsk, why was this Tom so petty?
Could it be that he had been in this state for too long?
So he was getting crazier and crazier?
Very likely.
He had lost this bit of shrewdness.
He was far worse than Tom when he first started his business.
"Professor."
"I don't know how to attack spells."
"I haven't learned it yet."
Blake pretended to be ashamed.
Under the podium.
Hermione's mind was full of question marks.
Blake didn't know how to attack spells?
Then how did he defeat the hidden monster back then?
This guy had been very strange since just now.
What was he trying to do?!
"It's okay!
I'll teach you one now! "
"Everyone can also learn from me."
"This is one of the most common spells in black magic defense."
"Everyone, listen to me recite the spell."
"Remove your weapon!"
Then.
Just under Blake's influence.
Harry · Potter actually became his old enemy.
Voldemort's subordinate.
After learning the incantation of this predestined spell …
"Okay, are you ready?"
"Then come on!"
Blake sighed softly in his heart.
Actually, he didn't quite understand.
Why was Voldemort so impatient this time?
According to the original work.
He had been lying low until the last moment.
Why this time?
After being teased by him casually.
Why did he have to teach him a lesson?
Was he not afraid of being exposed?
Just now, he said that he didn't know how to cast a curse.
He just wanted to see if Voldemort would get impatient.
Then, he would give up on his impulsive behavior.
Obviously.
He seemed to have muttered about Voldemort's madness.
There was also the degree of vengeance.
"Come on, attack me!"
"Quirrell" stood where he was, calm and unruffled.
Blake held his wand.
He didn't dare to be careless.
Since that was the case …
"Fluorescent Flicker!"
Blake's spell of illumination was thanks to Gandalf's magic board.
Therefore, the bonus was 100 million points.
Other people's flashing fluorescent lights could at most be used as a small flashlight.
And his fluorescent light flickered …
It was like a flash bomb!
"Wow!
My eyes! "
Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.
"Quirrell" was shocked.
On the one hand, he was shocked by Blake's abnormal illumination spell.
On one hand, it was unexpected!
He thought that Blake would use the Disarm Charm.
B.......
It was a flashbang.
"Quirrell" raised his hand and cast an Iron Armor Spell.
There was no other way.
After all, this was Quirrell's useless body.
Voldemort used less than one-tenth of his magic power.
After his vision was temporarily deprived.
He had to put down the protective shield first.
In this way.
Even if he couldn't see anything.
Blake's Disarm Charm couldn't hit him.
"Quirrell's" body suddenly stiffened.
Then.
The real Quirrell suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body.
......
He immediately felt a sense of shameful pleasure …
And it was a very, very pleasurable kind …
"Ugh!"
Without Voldemort's control, Quirrell.
He immediately lay on the ground …
THE.......
It was too pleasurable. …
Blake smiled and looked at Quirrell on the ground.
The magical version of the Love Horse Kill Chicken.
Any spell.
It could be triggered!
Of course, that included the illumination spell!
As long as you were hit by my holy light.
Then you would be hit by my Love Horse Kill Chicken!
Of course, this was about the transmission of magic power.
As long as others blocked it with the Iron Armor Spell in advance.
Then even if they were hit by his illumination spell.
They wouldn't be hit.
However.
Voldemort was careless.
The Iron Armor Spell was only used later.
This led to him being directly ambushed by Blake!
Of course, this was also because there was no such outrageous skill in this world.
That was why Blake was able to succeed so easily.
But this skill could control the target.
So the others in the classroom were fine.
Blake saw that the people in the classroom were still covering their eyes.
And so … ….
"Oh no!
Professor Quirrell's old illness has relapsed! "
Quirrell, who was lying on the ground.
"You f * cking … corpse."
