Chapter 74: Loving the Job and Dedicated to Tville
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
Tver's expression changed.
But it was too late to take out the wand at this time, Quirrell was too close to Harry - "Avada Kedavra!" - and the green light came to Harry in an instant.
Facing the green light, Harry seemed to be frozen. He could only watch helplessly as the green light broke through the first and second layers of iron armor spells that suddenly appeared, and then hit the last layer of gold film with a sting.
Finally they dissipated together.
(A little reminder: Ordinary armor spells cannot block the three unforgivable curses, only super powerful ones can, so don’t resist the life-killing curse casually~)
"Oh?" Quirrell noticed the three badges Harry was wearing.
After withstanding such an attack, one of the badges was obviously much darker, and the other two were also dimmed to varying degrees.
"That boy Welfare has a lot of fantastic ideas, but just a few badges can't save you!"
Quirrell looked at Harry with a grin, and the wand in his hand released the second death curse without stopping.
Shrouded in the shadow of death, Harry trembled all over and tried twice before taking out his wand, but he could only watch as the iron armor spell on his body was broken.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
"what?"
Quirrell curiously felt the pressure coming from his body. This feeling was not big, but it made his movements sluggish in all directions, and the hand waving the wand became slower.
"It seems that Welfare has taught you a lot of good things."
"Professor is ten thousand times better than you!" The magic spell in Harry's hand suddenly flashed red and hit Quirrell's eyes accurately.
It was very effective. Quirrell's eyes were suddenly flashed, and he immediately covered his eyes and let out a cry of pain.
Unfortunately, it was just a flash of light.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
The stairs under his feet were suddenly blown open, and Harry, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to escape, was severely thrown away by the impact.
Harry was so dizzy from the impact that he was thrown high into the air. It took him a long time before he came back to his senses.
"Why am I always floating in the air?" He looked at the ground that was still several feet away in confusion.
Then he slowly floated towards the door, where Professor Welfare, holding his hands in front of him, was holding a wand and looking at him with a smile.
"You did a good job, leave it to me next."
Harry's face was filled with joy, but before he could speak, he fainted and slowly floated outside.
But Tver took out the magic stone from his pocket and put it in his own pocket.
Quirrell did not stop him, but looked at Tver as he walked towards him step by step with a pleasant smile on his face, as if on an outing.
"Why bother? As bad guys, we should have some bottom line," Tver said earnestly, "The magic stone is in his pocket, can't you just take it away?"
"Bottom line?" Quirrell sneered, "My bottom line is the master's order!"
Hearing this, Tver couldn't help but smile meaningfully, making Quirrell puzzled.
"You, master, master, it's easy for people to misunderstand that you have some weird relationship."
He frowned and thought for a while, but didn't understand the meaning of Tver's words.
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the magic stone, or you will die in that brat's place!"
The smile on Tver's face disappeared immediately, and there was no extra movement of his body, but it put great pressure on Quirrell.
"you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Unexpectedly, it was not Quirrell who said this, but Voldemort on the back of his head!
"Lord - ah, ah ah -"
Before Quirrell finished speaking, his face seemed to be fused, constantly twisting, and he let out painful wails from his mouth, and his whole body was curled up on the ground.
Tver's heart trembled when he heard it.
Soon, Quirrell stopped wailing and stood up again.
But at this time, it can no longer be called Quirrell.
Tweel looked at "Qi Luo"'s face. It seemed to be covering another face, superimposed on a head.
"So, you drained so much of Quirrell's life force just to take his body on this day?"
Quirrell, no, he should be called Voldemort at this time. He grinned and moved his hands unconsciously, as if he was adapting to this face and body.
"Quirrell is always going to die. Wouldn't it be nice to give him a chance to devote himself to me?" Voldemort opened his hands and held the wand casually in his right hand.
"The question is, why are you doing this?" Tver tilted his head and observed Voldemort's current body. Well, it was very uncoordinated, and his skin had even peeled off.
"Kill me and steal the Philosopher's Stone? But Quirrell's body won't last long. Once it collapses, you still won't be able to take the Philosopher's Stone away."
"No, ever since I realized that Dumbledore was always paying attention to this place, I knew that neither you nor Quirrell could take away the Sorcerer's Stone," Voldemort said proudly.
Tver's expression became serious.
In his plan, the one he fears most is Dumbledore.
"I don't think you know what Dumbledore has unleashed here?" Voldemort pointed to the torches around him.
"He doesn't need to deploy induction magic. He only needs to use the characteristics of the magic torch to light up when he encounters people, which can help him monitor the room."
Tver suddenly understood and even smiled helplessly.
As expected of Dumbledore, he could always use things that others didn't notice and then produce incredible effects.
To some extent, he has reached a state of return to his original nature.
"Then why don't you run away quickly and stay here waiting to be caught by Dumbledore?"
Voldemort shrugged mischievously and made a face. Oh, he just smiled, but this action was a "ghost" face to him.
"I can't die anyway, so you should be the one to worry about, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have done so much just for you, Tver Welfare!" He walked up to Tver and looked at him with admiration.
"I have never seen a young man more talented than you. Join me. With your help, I can not only be resurrected easily, but also kill all the resisters and create an era that belongs only to us. !”
The more he talked, the more excited he became, but there was no trace of blood on his pale face, which looked extremely strange.
There was no fluctuation in Tver's heart, and he even wanted to laugh.
"But you're wasting so much of my time now. How can I escape when I meet Dumbledore later?"
"There are so many students in the school. We can always catch one or two. Then we can run away as much as we want?" Voldemort said nonchalantly.
Twil sighed in disappointment.
"Didn't all these years of wandering tell you that you need to learn to be more advanced in your methods?"
Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and he blinked blankly, "Why do you need such advanced means?"
"You see, this is the difference between you and me. I never bother to use these dirty tricks, because I am far smarter than you." At the end of the sentence, Tver pretended to be disappointed and shook his head.
Realizing that he was being ridiculed, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then let me, a filthy person, teach you a lesson!"
"No way, destroy it if you don't get it?" Tver joked.
"This is my plan." Voldemort pulled away a little to facilitate the use of magic. "If you don't join, then I will delay and use Dumbledore's hand to destroy you."
"Do you think this method is advanced?"
After saying that, he gave a decent salute.
Tver looked at him funny, and while returning an impeccable salute, he said: "But how long can you delay me like this?"
Before he could stand still, Voldemort took the lead and flew over with a death curse, but Tver easily dodged it.
The response was also the death curse, but it was three consecutive shots!
At the same time, the stone slab at Voldemort's feet seemed to melt and instantly turned into a swamp.
By accident, Voldemort's feet fell into the ground, but with a wave of the wand in his hand, three black snakes flew out in front of him, blocking the death curse.
Then he continued to wave his wand, and a snake head made of clay lifted him up from the swamp.
In just the next second, the snake head was crushed by Tver, splattering Voldemort with mud.
"I'm so sorry for making you so embarrassed~"
Voldemort glanced at the mud mark on his body. Although it was not his body, how could he, who had always been so proud, ever be so angry!
"I originally planned to delay it for a while, but I didn't expect you yourself-"
"Snapped."
He raised his wand and blocked Tver's spell.
"Even my students know not to talk too much during a fight. Didn't your teacher teach you this?"
Even while he was talking, Tver did not stop the movement of his hands, and continuous magic flew towards Voldemort.
"You bastard!"
Voldemort's backhand was the Death Curse, and his face turned a little flushed with anger, looking even sicker.
Tver calmly blocked it, "Be elegant, Tom. This is a rare duel that can teach you a lot."
"how dare you?!"
For the first time, Voldemort hated someone's mouth so much, it was even more cruel than the curse that hit him.
"Don't be swayed by your emotions when fighting. Calmness is your greatest weapon. This is a private class given to you by Mr. Welfare~"
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Voldemort put aside the idea of delaying time and summoned up the only vitality and magic power in his body. With a wave of his wand, the walls in the room shattered by the curse suddenly cracked, and various large and small debris continued to sweep in. Together.
In an instant, a tornado composed of mud took shape, rushing towards Tver with billowing momentum and smoke.
"boom--"
The earth tornado hit where Tver was, and the smoke it rolled up continued to spread outwards, but it also made Voldemort unable to see what was going on inside.
After a while, all the smoke seemed to be sucked together by a giant vacuum cleaner.
"Just a reminder, large size does not mean strong power, but it can easily cause the magic power to disperse, which is not cost-effective in a one-on-one battle~"
Twil's figure appeared with the sound, his wand raised to the tornado overhead.
"Also, don't use magic that pollutes the environment. Look at the PM2.5 here. It's almost off the charts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tornado slowly blew towards Voldemort like the autumn wind.
But the scope of this wind was too great, and he couldn't escape from this place where he couldn't apparate. He could only watch the tornado sweep him away!
The dust mist covered him instantly, cutting into every inch of his skin like a knife, cutting his body into pieces.
What's even more frightening is that although this is not his own body, Voldemort can still feel the pain from the soul level!
As if being torn apart, he fled from Quirrell's shattered body in agony, forming a plume of black smoke and flying towards the exit.
Tver's last words to him could be heard far behind him——
"Classmate Tom, please note the last important point - the immortality of the soul does not mean that there is no pain. On the contrary, the state of the soul can make you experience more unbearable pain~"
Watching Voldemort flee, Tver shook his head helplessly, not sure whether the student listened.
However, he has only been a teacher for half a year, and he is already used to teaching others.
He glanced easily at Quirrell who had turned into ashes, unable to tell the difference between ashes and dust.
I am so dedicated!
PS.
Regarding the plan for the Sorcerer's Stone, I actually gave each of them different ideas and strategies.
Dumbledore realized that someone wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so he used Gringotts to test it out. After confirming, he set up this trap and actually monitored the place.
Tweel was using Quirrell, planning to help Quirrell get the Philosopher's Stone, and then snatch it after escaping from Hogwarts. After killing Quirrell, he would die without evidence, and Voldemort would not have afternoon tea and chat with Dumbledore. He revealed that with such an alibi, he was at best a coerced accomplice.
Voldemort also realized that this was a trap at first, and used Quirrell as a cover to try it out. However, after realizing that Dumbledore was paying attention to the Sorcerer's Stone, he simply gave up and instead targeted Tver to destroy Tver's plan. , to prevent him from encountering the rival combination of Dumbledore and Tweel after his resurrection in the future.
Quirrell was the only one who worked conscientiously in his career. Voldemort and Terver were kept in the dark from the beginning to the end, and they thought they could really take away the Sorcerer's Stone with such arrogance~
Because the original plot was really a bit intellectually depressing, I forcibly improved the strategic layout for them. Otherwise, the protagonist’s IQ would be too crushing and boring to write.
But it was too late to take out the wand at this time, Quirrell was too close to Harry - "Avada Kedavra!" - and the green light came to Harry in an instant.
Facing the green light, Harry seemed to be frozen. He could only watch helplessly as the green light broke through the first and second layers of iron armor spells that suddenly appeared, and then hit the last layer of gold film with a sting.
Finally they dissipated together.
(A little reminder: Ordinary armor spells cannot block the three unforgivable curses, only super powerful ones can, so don’t resist the life-killing curse casually~)
"Oh?" Quirrell noticed the three badges Harry was wearing.
After withstanding such an attack, one of the badges was obviously much darker, and the other two were also dimmed to varying degrees.
"That boy Welfare has a lot of fantastic ideas, but just a few badges can't save you!"
Quirrell looked at Harry with a grin, and the wand in his hand released the second death curse without stopping.
Shrouded in the shadow of death, Harry trembled all over and tried twice before taking out his wand, but he could only watch as the iron armor spell on his body was broken.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
"what?"
Quirrell curiously felt the pressure coming from his body. This feeling was not big, but it made his movements sluggish in all directions, and the hand waving the wand became slower.
"It seems that Welfare has taught you a lot of good things."
"Professor is ten thousand times better than you!" The magic spell in Harry's hand suddenly flashed red and hit Quirrell's eyes accurately.
It was very effective. Quirrell's eyes were suddenly flashed, and he immediately covered his eyes and let out a cry of pain.
Unfortunately, it was just a flash of light.
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
The stairs under his feet were suddenly blown open, and Harry, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to escape, was severely thrown away by the impact.
Harry was so dizzy from the impact that he was thrown high into the air. It took him a long time before he came back to his senses.
"Why am I always floating in the air?" He looked at the ground that was still several feet away in confusion.
Then he slowly floated towards the door, where Professor Welfare, holding his hands in front of him, was holding a wand and looking at him with a smile.
"You did a good job, leave it to me next."
Harry's face was filled with joy, but before he could speak, he fainted and slowly floated outside.
But Tver took out the magic stone from his pocket and put it in his own pocket.
Quirrell did not stop him, but looked at Tver as he walked towards him step by step with a pleasant smile on his face, as if on an outing.
"Why bother? As bad guys, we should have some bottom line," Tver said earnestly, "The magic stone is in his pocket, can't you just take it away?"
"Bottom line?" Quirrell sneered, "My bottom line is the master's order!"
Hearing this, Tver couldn't help but smile meaningfully, making Quirrell puzzled.
"You, master, master, it's easy for people to misunderstand that you have some weird relationship."
He frowned and thought for a while, but didn't understand the meaning of Tver's words.
"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the magic stone, or you will die in that brat's place!"
The smile on Tver's face disappeared immediately, and there was no extra movement of his body, but it put great pressure on Quirrell.
"you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Unexpectedly, it was not Quirrell who said this, but Voldemort on the back of his head!
"Lord - ah, ah ah -"
Before Quirrell finished speaking, his face seemed to be fused, constantly twisting, and he let out painful wails from his mouth, and his whole body was curled up on the ground.
Tver's heart trembled when he heard it.
Soon, Quirrell stopped wailing and stood up again.
But at this time, it can no longer be called Quirrell.
Tweel looked at "Qi Luo"'s face. It seemed to be covering another face, superimposed on a head.
"So, you drained so much of Quirrell's life force just to take his body on this day?"
Quirrell, no, he should be called Voldemort at this time. He grinned and moved his hands unconsciously, as if he was adapting to this face and body.
"Quirrell is always going to die. Wouldn't it be nice to give him a chance to devote himself to me?" Voldemort opened his hands and held the wand casually in his right hand.
"The question is, why are you doing this?" Tver tilted his head and observed Voldemort's current body. Well, it was very uncoordinated, and his skin had even peeled off.
"Kill me and steal the Philosopher's Stone? But Quirrell's body won't last long. Once it collapses, you still won't be able to take the Philosopher's Stone away."
"No, ever since I realized that Dumbledore was always paying attention to this place, I knew that neither you nor Quirrell could take away the Sorcerer's Stone," Voldemort said proudly.
Tver's expression became serious.
In his plan, the one he fears most is Dumbledore.
"I don't think you know what Dumbledore has unleashed here?" Voldemort pointed to the torches around him.
"He doesn't need to deploy induction magic. He only needs to use the characteristics of the magic torch to light up when he encounters people, which can help him monitor the room."
Tver suddenly understood and even smiled helplessly.
As expected of Dumbledore, he could always use things that others didn't notice and then produce incredible effects.
To some extent, he has reached a state of return to his original nature.
"Then why don't you run away quickly and stay here waiting to be caught by Dumbledore?"
Voldemort shrugged mischievously and made a face. Oh, he just smiled, but this action was a "ghost" face to him.
"I can't die anyway, so you should be the one to worry about, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have done so much just for you, Tver Welfare!" He walked up to Tver and looked at him with admiration.
"I have never seen a young man more talented than you. Join me. With your help, I can not only be resurrected easily, but also kill all the resisters and create an era that belongs only to us. !”
The more he talked, the more excited he became, but there was no trace of blood on his pale face, which looked extremely strange.
There was no fluctuation in Tver's heart, and he even wanted to laugh.
"But you're wasting so much of my time now. How can I escape when I meet Dumbledore later?"
"There are so many students in the school. We can always catch one or two. Then we can run away as much as we want?" Voldemort said nonchalantly.
Twil sighed in disappointment.
"Didn't all these years of wandering tell you that you need to learn to be more advanced in your methods?"
Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and he blinked blankly, "Why do you need such advanced means?"
"You see, this is the difference between you and me. I never bother to use these dirty tricks, because I am far smarter than you." At the end of the sentence, Tver pretended to be disappointed and shook his head.
Realizing that he was being ridiculed, Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then let me, a filthy person, teach you a lesson!"
"No way, destroy it if you don't get it?" Tver joked.
"This is my plan." Voldemort pulled away a little to facilitate the use of magic. "If you don't join, then I will delay and use Dumbledore's hand to destroy you."
"Do you think this method is advanced?"
After saying that, he gave a decent salute.
Tver looked at him funny, and while returning an impeccable salute, he said: "But how long can you delay me like this?"
Before he could stand still, Voldemort took the lead and flew over with a death curse, but Tver easily dodged it.
The response was also the death curse, but it was three consecutive shots!
At the same time, the stone slab at Voldemort's feet seemed to melt and instantly turned into a swamp.
By accident, Voldemort's feet fell into the ground, but with a wave of the wand in his hand, three black snakes flew out in front of him, blocking the death curse.
Then he continued to wave his wand, and a snake head made of clay lifted him up from the swamp.
In just the next second, the snake head was crushed by Tver, splattering Voldemort with mud.
"I'm so sorry for making you so embarrassed~"
Voldemort glanced at the mud mark on his body. Although it was not his body, how could he, who had always been so proud, ever be so angry!
"I originally planned to delay it for a while, but I didn't expect you yourself-"
"Snapped."
He raised his wand and blocked Tver's spell.
"Even my students know not to talk too much during a fight. Didn't your teacher teach you this?"
Even while he was talking, Tver did not stop the movement of his hands, and continuous magic flew towards Voldemort.
"You bastard!"
Voldemort's backhand was the Death Curse, and his face turned a little flushed with anger, looking even sicker.
Tver calmly blocked it, "Be elegant, Tom. This is a rare duel that can teach you a lot."
"how dare you?!"
For the first time, Voldemort hated someone's mouth so much, it was even more cruel than the curse that hit him.
"Don't be swayed by your emotions when fighting. Calmness is your greatest weapon. This is a private class given to you by Mr. Welfare~"
"Go to hell, bastard!"
Voldemort put aside the idea of delaying time and summoned up the only vitality and magic power in his body. With a wave of his wand, the walls in the room shattered by the curse suddenly cracked, and various large and small debris continued to sweep in. Together.
In an instant, a tornado composed of mud took shape, rushing towards Tver with billowing momentum and smoke.
"boom--"
The earth tornado hit where Tver was, and the smoke it rolled up continued to spread outwards, but it also made Voldemort unable to see what was going on inside.
After a while, all the smoke seemed to be sucked together by a giant vacuum cleaner.
"Just a reminder, large size does not mean strong power, but it can easily cause the magic power to disperse, which is not cost-effective in a one-on-one battle~"
Twil's figure appeared with the sound, his wand raised to the tornado overhead.
"Also, don't use magic that pollutes the environment. Look at the PM2.5 here. It's almost off the charts!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tornado slowly blew towards Voldemort like the autumn wind.
But the scope of this wind was too great, and he couldn't escape from this place where he couldn't apparate. He could only watch the tornado sweep him away!
The dust mist covered him instantly, cutting into every inch of his skin like a knife, cutting his body into pieces.
What's even more frightening is that although this is not his own body, Voldemort can still feel the pain from the soul level!
As if being torn apart, he fled from Quirrell's shattered body in agony, forming a plume of black smoke and flying towards the exit.
Tver's last words to him could be heard far behind him——
"Classmate Tom, please note the last important point - the immortality of the soul does not mean that there is no pain. On the contrary, the state of the soul can make you experience more unbearable pain~"
Watching Voldemort flee, Tver shook his head helplessly, not sure whether the student listened.
However, he has only been a teacher for half a year, and he is already used to teaching others.
He glanced easily at Quirrell who had turned into ashes, unable to tell the difference between ashes and dust.
I am so dedicated!
PS.
Regarding the plan for the Sorcerer's Stone, I actually gave each of them different ideas and strategies.
Dumbledore realized that someone wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, so he used Gringotts to test it out. After confirming, he set up this trap and actually monitored the place.
Tweel was using Quirrell, planning to help Quirrell get the Philosopher's Stone, and then snatch it after escaping from Hogwarts. After killing Quirrell, he would die without evidence, and Voldemort would not have afternoon tea and chat with Dumbledore. He revealed that with such an alibi, he was at best a coerced accomplice.
Voldemort also realized that this was a trap at first, and used Quirrell as a cover to try it out. However, after realizing that Dumbledore was paying attention to the Sorcerer's Stone, he simply gave up and instead targeted Tver to destroy Tver's plan. , to prevent him from encountering the rival combination of Dumbledore and Tweel after his resurrection in the future.
Quirrell was the only one who worked conscientiously in his career. Voldemort and Terver were kept in the dark from the beginning to the end, and they thought they could really take away the Sorcerer's Stone with such arrogance~
Because the original plot was really a bit intellectually depressing, I forcibly improved the strategic layout for them. Otherwise, the protagonist’s IQ would be too crushing and boring to write.
