Chapter 48: Battle against Voldemort
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
Quirrell's spells shot at Hephis from different directions.
His spell was so powerful that when it hit objects, you could hear the sound of them shattering.
Although Hephis lost his vision and was surrounded by darkness, he dodged every spell perfectly as if he could predict it.
The shadow under his feet is expanding wildly. In the darkness, Hephaest is the king.
Quirrell's spells were still being cast, but he did not use the "Eating the Big Melon" spell because he was concerned.
But Hephes was as slippery as a loach and could not be hit no matter what he did.
The transformed snakes were either blocked by the shield or entangled by the same black snakes.
Voldemort behind Quirrell's mind was becoming more and more annoyed. He had tried personally but still couldn't defeat Hephesus. It was because Quirrell's body was too useless.
Quirrell's vitality was rapidly draining away, and he didn't have much time left, otherwise the entire plan would fail.
Suddenly Voldemort felt his body restrained by something, and several black birds were hitting Quirrell's body frantically.
The injury caused Quirrell to gradually collapse, and Voldemort was helpless and could only hide again.
Soon Quirrell was beaten into a pig's head and fainted again.
The darkness around was lifted, leaving only a messy and dilapidated office.
Hephis looked at Quirrell, feeling a little depressed.
"Oh my god, you can't do this! You fell already? I almost completed my ultimate move."
Hephis was very unhappy about the abrupt end of the battle.
No, this shouldn't be what he thinks.
He frantically practiced the brain occlumency technique and only then did he feel his mind become clearer.
"Arrogance" is one of the side effects of taking Felixir.
Before coming to Qi Luo's office, Hephis took out a drop of Felixir.
He didn't take it, but wrapped it in his shadow and hid it in his mouth.
When he refused just now, he took the Felicity Potion and prepared himself for the battle.
But this Quirrell does have something special. It can actually block vision, sound, perception, and even space.
If it weren't for the help of the Felicityl, he would have been hit long ago.
Hephis picked up Quirrell's wand, used Transfiguration to tie Quirrell's hands and feet, and fired five, six, seven, eight more shots. "Dizzy!"
Only then did he feel at ease to prepare for "corpse-searching". After defeating the BOSS, it would be ok if no equipment was dropped.
Six black hands began to rummage through the room, and piled up everything that looked okay in front of Hephes.
The remaining two black hands groped Quirrell's body.
Except for Quirrell's clothes, all other items on his body were placed in front of Hephes.
There were quite a few books, and Hephis picked and chose and kept three.
As for things, just pack up everything you see with an inscription.
The last and most important part is the unboxing.
Quirrell also had a small bag on his body that had been cast with a traceless extension spell.
Two little black hands went in and out, taking out everything inside.
Quirrell is such a poor bastard! He doesn't even have any Galleons, just a dozen Sickles and Nats. Where did his salary go?
There are three maps, one of which is of the Forbidden Forest, marking the gathering places of some magical creatures living in the Forbidden Forest.
There are unicorns, centaurs, eight-eyed spiders, and even a headcragno.
These are all good things, and they are all money!
Especially in the gathering places of eight-eyed spiders, there are tens of thousands of them, which is a huge income.
The second one is a map of the Albanian forest. There is nothing special about it. It looks more like a map produced by Muggles.
As for the third one, Hephis couldn't understand it at all.
At first glance it looks like a child's scribble, but the more I look at it the more something seems off.
As for what was wrong, he couldn't tell.
Keep them all for now and study them later.
There were four other books in the small package, all handwritten.
Two of them, one is about the three unforgivable curses, and the other is about blood transplant magic.
These two books were what Quirrell had prepared to tempt him, and they came to him without any effort.
Hephis glanced through it briefly. The content was written in great detail, as if the author was afraid that he would not be able to learn it. There were also many notes and annotations.
As for the remaining two books, they have no names and the text appears to be in Latin.
He couldn't understand it, but anything that Quirrell could carry with him must be a good thing, so he kept it well.
As for the other alchemical items, he had no interest in them and just packed them up.
Hephis took out the video stone from his arms, a thing with similar functions to a video recorder.
"Copy into pairs!"
He placed the replica next to Quirrell's wand.
He asked Shadow Blackhand to give Quirrell a bottle of recovery potion, and then Hephis strode away.
As for killing or reporting Qi Luo? What's the benefit for him? Some extra points for the school?
He now has the leverage over Qi Luo in his hand. If he keeps Qi Luo, he will be unable to squeeze out more oil from him.
Voldemort had been silently observing Hephis's actions.
I was very curious about the black hands created by Hephes. It was not a transformation spell, but each black hand was too autonomous.
His interest in Hephes grew, and he kept waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for Hephes to get closer.
As long as Hephes dared to approach, he would abandon Quirrell and possess Hephes directly.
Unfortunately, Hephis had always been very cautious, and it was always the Black Hand who was busy. Hephis stayed far away from Quirrell, leaving him no chance to attack.
However, Hephis not only left his wand, but also gave Quirrell a recovery potion.
Let him completely relax and continue to recuperate.
At the corner of the corridor, there is an empty classroom——
"An'an."
With a puff, An An appeared.
An An did not salute as usual, but pointed at Hephis with a slender finger.
"Wake up brain tinnitus!"
Hephis felt his head buzzing, a real buzzing with an audible sound, and then he felt his head unusually clear.
"Hephis." An An called cautiously.
"An An, thank you, I'm fine."
An An carried out Hefeth's instructions perfectly.
As for the use of "Clear Brain!", it was to prevent him from being hit by the Imperius Curse.
You know, it took a lot of effort to convince An An and take action against him.
If Hephis hadn't forcibly characterized this action as helping the little wizard, An An would never have cast a spell on him.
"That's great, Hephis." An An immediately looked happy and bowed again.
"You haven't told Professor Snape yet," Hephis asked.
"No? There are still 23 minutes and 43 seconds, 42 seconds, and 41 seconds left before the time you said." An An calculated the time carefully.
"Okay, An An, there's no need to inform Professor Snape. The plan is canceled."
"Okay, Hephis."
"An An, as long as the professor doesn't ask, don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?"
"Sure." Aang agreed readily. He wasn't some talkative house elf.
I will talk if the professor asks, and I won’t talk if the professor doesn’t ask. It doesn’t violate the principle anyway.
"Thank you, An An, help me get some more food, I'm hungry."
"We can't let Hephis go hungry." An An happily went to prepare food.
