Chapter 151: It’s just Qi Luo, just brush it alone.
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
Voldemort really didn't want to wait any longer.
Quirrell actually has the same mentality.
He also wanted a quick victory.
Although no one cared, his entire chin was covered in feces.
And the hand holding the wand.
Because he held it tightly, he could no longer tell what was holding it in his hand and why it was getting hot.
Is it his body temperature?Or the temperature of the feces residue?
He didn't want to think about the terrible things.
He just wanted to finish the fight quickly and clean himself up.
Now that the decision had been made, Quirrell did not hesitate.
Holding up the wand, shout out the well-known and feared spell: "Avada..."
Whoosh!
A black shadow flew directly into his mouth.
He had to stop abruptly while reciting the incantation.
What is it?
Just when Quirrell was confused, he felt a fishy smell coming up from his throat.
Although I don’t want to admit it, that’s...
Familiar stench.
It’s unicorn poop!
When there was a specific judgment about that thing in his brain, Quirrell's entire brain went blank.
He, a noble wizard, an outstanding Ravenclaw student, a Hogwarts graduate, a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and the new confidant of the second-generation Dark Lord, actually ate shit?
Or a unicorn?
This realization was difficult for him to accept.
Even though he had a strong desire to vomit, he stopped moving and stared blankly into the distance.
The tree man who was still throwing rocks at him.
"Idiot! Get out of the way!" Voldemort also disliked Quirrell extremely at this time.
Whether it's his IQ, his ability, or his hygiene.
They are all extremely disgusting.
But he had no way out.
Quirrell has been made into a temporary Horcrux by him and cannot be abandoned casually.
All he could do was endure it.
As for letting him take Quirrell's body now?
Don't make trouble.
He didn't want to experience what it was like to eat unicorn poop.
Quirrell came back to his senses due to Voldemort's urging. He was ashamed and angry, so he stopped talking nonsense and waved his wand again.
"Avada eats a big melon!"
"Avada eats a big melon!"
"Avada eats a big melon!"
Quirrell, whose anger gauge was already full, fired three life-killing curses.
The death curse with the intention of killing him directly hit the tree man with a green light.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The tree man's body was as crispy as a wafer cookie, and his arms and head were easily shattered.
Even the body is missing a big part.
A large amount of broken wood flew around, hitting the branches and leaves of nearby plants, making a gurgling sound like rain.
"finished?"
Quirrell was still angry and cast two more life-killing curses on the fallen tree man before he stepped forward.
Without getting very close, you can see that the tree man's upper body is almost gone.
The lower body is still intact.
Although there is still half a body, no matter how you look at it, this thing should be dead, right?
Just as Quirrell thought this, he felt something grab his right leg, and then he pulled it hard.
He couldn't stand still for a moment and was pulled face down and hit the ground.
Then, the dragging force dragged it back along the ground.
Quirrell's whole face rubbed against the ground.
Some of the feces that were still on his chin mixed with other soil, moved forward from his chin, passed through his nose, eyes, and forehead, and finally left.
The pain and nausea mixed together, making Quirrell unable to react.
Just as he was about to respond, the dragging force suddenly pulled him into the air.
Hang upside down with your feet above your head.
Because of this position, he had to reach out and press the hood down to prevent it from falling off his head.
No matter what kind of situation you encounter, even if you eat feces, there will be no problem, but this scarf must not fall off.
The parasitic Voldemort on the back of the head must not be exposed.
Quirrell can still distinguish the seriousness of things.
After finally suppressing the turban, I realized that the wand in my hand had been lost.
Was it because he was dragged so brutally that he lost his grip?
Or was it taken secretly?
Quirrell had no clue.
Although he is from a high position, he has the feeling of seeing all the small mountains at a glance.
But as for his head and feet, with such weird vision and the dark environment in the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't see clearly.
"Something big happened!"
Quirrell panicked.
Aren't you panicking?
The man was hanging upside down, the wand was not in his hand, and there was a guy hiding somewhere next to him who kept attacking him.
Could it be that today is his death anniversary next year?
"Who is it?! Who is it?! What do you want to do?!" He could only shout.
Are you trying to seduce the guy who's doing this secretly?
Or do you want to attract the good camp in the Forbidden Forest to help?
Or maybe it's just a bluff and you just don't want to die right now?
Quirrell himself couldn't tell the difference.
He was just acting according to his body's instincts.
even……
Even though Voldemort kept scolding in his ears, he pretended not to hear.
He was extremely panicked and lost his mind.
At this moment, a voice came.
"Who is it?! Who is over there?!" The voice was powerful and full of energy.
After hearing the response, Quirrell's IQ came back online.
He immediately shouted excitedly: "Is it Hagrid? Hagrid! Is it you? I'm Quirrell! I'm over here! I'm under attack! Come and help me!"
"There's an attack?!"
Hagrid's voice grew louder.
It seems to be quite close.
"Yes! Come here quickly! Come quickly!" Quirrell shouted with all his strength, "I urgently need your help!"
far away.
Jack, who was behind a big tree, watched all this with cold eyes.
He glanced at Hagrid, who was rushing over, then turned and left.
Although the attack on Quirrell was an impromptu move, he had done everything he could.
Use Transformation to change your identity, and then use Transformation from a distance to transform into a tree man and launch an attack.
He also secretly used the magic power perception and other tricks he had just learned to fine-tune his own magic power fluctuations and then cover them up.
Thus.
Not to mention that it is difficult for him to be discovered, even if he is discovered, his magic power fluctuation is completely inconsistent with before, and Voldemort may not be able to detect it.
"It's just...it's still too risky."
Jack sighed.
A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall, which he recognized very much.
He enrolled in Hogwarts and never considered running off to fight Voldemort.
That's what Brave Harry should do.
Not what he, Jack Dawson, was up to.
"Fortunately... things are considered a success."
Jack was a little lucky.
Wizard is indeed a profession with high attack and low defense.
As long as they attack sneakily, it's relatively easy to deal with.
Especially since it wasn't Voldemort, but Quirrell.
Playing Voldemort alone is not the same thing as playing Quirrell alone.
The two must not be confused.
Quirrell actually has the same mentality.
He also wanted a quick victory.
Although no one cared, his entire chin was covered in feces.
And the hand holding the wand.
Because he held it tightly, he could no longer tell what was holding it in his hand and why it was getting hot.
Is it his body temperature?Or the temperature of the feces residue?
He didn't want to think about the terrible things.
He just wanted to finish the fight quickly and clean himself up.
Now that the decision had been made, Quirrell did not hesitate.
Holding up the wand, shout out the well-known and feared spell: "Avada..."
Whoosh!
A black shadow flew directly into his mouth.
He had to stop abruptly while reciting the incantation.
What is it?
Just when Quirrell was confused, he felt a fishy smell coming up from his throat.
Although I don’t want to admit it, that’s...
Familiar stench.
It’s unicorn poop!
When there was a specific judgment about that thing in his brain, Quirrell's entire brain went blank.
He, a noble wizard, an outstanding Ravenclaw student, a Hogwarts graduate, a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and the new confidant of the second-generation Dark Lord, actually ate shit?
Or a unicorn?
This realization was difficult for him to accept.
Even though he had a strong desire to vomit, he stopped moving and stared blankly into the distance.
The tree man who was still throwing rocks at him.
"Idiot! Get out of the way!" Voldemort also disliked Quirrell extremely at this time.
Whether it's his IQ, his ability, or his hygiene.
They are all extremely disgusting.
But he had no way out.
Quirrell has been made into a temporary Horcrux by him and cannot be abandoned casually.
All he could do was endure it.
As for letting him take Quirrell's body now?
Don't make trouble.
He didn't want to experience what it was like to eat unicorn poop.
Quirrell came back to his senses due to Voldemort's urging. He was ashamed and angry, so he stopped talking nonsense and waved his wand again.
"Avada eats a big melon!"
"Avada eats a big melon!"
"Avada eats a big melon!"
Quirrell, whose anger gauge was already full, fired three life-killing curses.
The death curse with the intention of killing him directly hit the tree man with a green light.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The tree man's body was as crispy as a wafer cookie, and his arms and head were easily shattered.
Even the body is missing a big part.
A large amount of broken wood flew around, hitting the branches and leaves of nearby plants, making a gurgling sound like rain.
"finished?"
Quirrell was still angry and cast two more life-killing curses on the fallen tree man before he stepped forward.
Without getting very close, you can see that the tree man's upper body is almost gone.
The lower body is still intact.
Although there is still half a body, no matter how you look at it, this thing should be dead, right?
Just as Quirrell thought this, he felt something grab his right leg, and then he pulled it hard.
He couldn't stand still for a moment and was pulled face down and hit the ground.
Then, the dragging force dragged it back along the ground.
Quirrell's whole face rubbed against the ground.
Some of the feces that were still on his chin mixed with other soil, moved forward from his chin, passed through his nose, eyes, and forehead, and finally left.
The pain and nausea mixed together, making Quirrell unable to react.
Just as he was about to respond, the dragging force suddenly pulled him into the air.
Hang upside down with your feet above your head.
Because of this position, he had to reach out and press the hood down to prevent it from falling off his head.
No matter what kind of situation you encounter, even if you eat feces, there will be no problem, but this scarf must not fall off.
The parasitic Voldemort on the back of the head must not be exposed.
Quirrell can still distinguish the seriousness of things.
After finally suppressing the turban, I realized that the wand in my hand had been lost.
Was it because he was dragged so brutally that he lost his grip?
Or was it taken secretly?
Quirrell had no clue.
Although he is from a high position, he has the feeling of seeing all the small mountains at a glance.
But as for his head and feet, with such weird vision and the dark environment in the Forbidden Forest, he couldn't see clearly.
"Something big happened!"
Quirrell panicked.
Aren't you panicking?
The man was hanging upside down, the wand was not in his hand, and there was a guy hiding somewhere next to him who kept attacking him.
Could it be that today is his death anniversary next year?
"Who is it?! Who is it?! What do you want to do?!" He could only shout.
Are you trying to seduce the guy who's doing this secretly?
Or do you want to attract the good camp in the Forbidden Forest to help?
Or maybe it's just a bluff and you just don't want to die right now?
Quirrell himself couldn't tell the difference.
He was just acting according to his body's instincts.
even……
Even though Voldemort kept scolding in his ears, he pretended not to hear.
He was extremely panicked and lost his mind.
At this moment, a voice came.
"Who is it?! Who is over there?!" The voice was powerful and full of energy.
After hearing the response, Quirrell's IQ came back online.
He immediately shouted excitedly: "Is it Hagrid? Hagrid! Is it you? I'm Quirrell! I'm over here! I'm under attack! Come and help me!"
"There's an attack?!"
Hagrid's voice grew louder.
It seems to be quite close.
"Yes! Come here quickly! Come quickly!" Quirrell shouted with all his strength, "I urgently need your help!"
far away.
Jack, who was behind a big tree, watched all this with cold eyes.
He glanced at Hagrid, who was rushing over, then turned and left.
Although the attack on Quirrell was an impromptu move, he had done everything he could.
Use Transformation to change your identity, and then use Transformation from a distance to transform into a tree man and launch an attack.
He also secretly used the magic power perception and other tricks he had just learned to fine-tune his own magic power fluctuations and then cover them up.
Thus.
Not to mention that it is difficult for him to be discovered, even if he is discovered, his magic power fluctuation is completely inconsistent with before, and Voldemort may not be able to detect it.
"It's just...it's still too risky."
Jack sighed.
A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall, which he recognized very much.
He enrolled in Hogwarts and never considered running off to fight Voldemort.
That's what Brave Harry should do.
Not what he, Jack Dawson, was up to.
"Fortunately... things are considered a success."
Jack was a little lucky.
Wizard is indeed a profession with high attack and low defense.
As long as they attack sneakily, it's relatively easy to deal with.
Especially since it wasn't Voldemort, but Quirrell.
Playing Voldemort alone is not the same thing as playing Quirrell alone.
The two must not be confused.
