Chapter 1644: ?beat
The potion was flowing like ice water in the blood. The flame swept across their bodies and robes, but they didn't feel any heat at all, and the clothes were intact, as if an invisible cover spread out from the body and forced them back. Flame around.
Potions are really amazing. Maybe like the opening remarks Snape said in the first class of school, it is a discipline that can be used to brew glory and prevent death.
But alchemy seemed more wonderful, and Hermione couldn't wait to see what redstone was like.
簌簌, 簌簌.
Walking in the flames was the same as usual. For a long time, the three of them were just a sea of flames. Then suddenly, they came to another clearing, perhaps the last room.
There was a figure with his back facing them, as if he was studying a huge full-length mirror. The mirror was very old with a beautiful frame, but the wood paint looked a little mottled and faded.
At this moment, the man was furious at the mirror, as if he wanted to take something out of it, but couldn't get it.
He raised his wand several times to break the mirror, but put it down angrily.
"Harry Potter, you are here, I am still thinking when you will find the clues I left on purpose, I will not kill you now..." Quirrell heard the footsteps behind , He shook his head triumphantly, with a weird smile on his face, and then he stiffened there: "...Granger? You..."
"boom!"
Hermione didn't give him a chance to finish speaking at all. She saw Quirrell turn around, as if she had seen the scene when the troll turned and charged at her yesterday. This time she wouldn't hesitate anymore.
Since Professor Wilson guided himself here, and Quirrell was doing bad things as he had guessed, shooting was the only option.
The three of them are definitely not the opponents of adult wizards, so they must act first.
The pure-blood wizards didn't know much about Muggle weapons, and she remembered the power of shotguns last night.
There was a sound, a red bullet shell ejected from the side of the gun, and when the muzzle flame was shining, a golden bullet engraved with a spiral pattern flew forward under the push of gunpowder.
Upon hitting the target, golden light flashed, as if the sound of metal colliding, followed by a short rubbing sound.
"It's useless." Quirrell became proud, and the magic wand in his hand flicked in the air: "I already knew the way you killed the troll yesterday. Do you think a real wizard will be defenseless? The iron armor curse is used Fighting Muggle weapons is just a piece of cake."
Then Quirrell cast a spell, and activation ropes gushed from the ground, as if to tie up the three of them.
But Hermione didn't panic at all, she even stood in front of the other girls, raising the muzzle in her hand:
"Is it useful, why not look down?"
It was then that Quirrell felt a sharp pain in his body, and the strength in his limbs faded like a tide.
Looking down, he didn't know when a big hole appeared in his chest, and there was even a kind of golden energy spreading through the wound, eroding his body.
He knelt on the ground with limp knees. Because he lost the control of the caster, the activation ropes that originally wanted to tie Hermione and the others turned back to ordinary ropes. Hanna kicked them and they fell into the surrounding flames. Burned in.
"Impossible... how can a Muggle weapon break..."
Quirrell spat out the visceral fragments, and finally returned to the usual stammering appearance. He has been disguised as cowardly and stuttering. In fact, he is a graduate of Ravenclaw College. How stupid can he be?
He still lost to intelligence, and his arrogance of Muggle technology eventually defeated him.
Obviously he still has so many future plans, as well as the promises Voldemort gave him, but at this time, as his life passed, everything became nothing.
Hermione put the gun on her shoulder and took out her wand: "surrender, I have the potion here, hand over your wand, we..."
"Master!" Quirrell ignored her, he just tore open his headscarf with the last of his strength, and then fell to the ground with anger.
"Have you won?" Hannah saw the professor motionless.
Susan took her hand, and the two stood behind Hermione, she pushed her glasses: "Should be? He seems to be dead."
"Is it okay to kill the professor?" Hannah looked uneasy, sweat slipping off her forehead.
"The school rules don't stipulate that students can't kill professors. It only says that they can't hurt classmates." Susan is much calmer. Her parents are dead. She has a unique understanding of the death's visit: "Besides, you heard it, Quirrell. The professor wants to trick the famous Harry Potter to come here and kill him. I believe we did the right thing."
Hannah couldn't bear to look at the corpse again, she turned her head and said, "I hope so, do you still have a chocolate frog? I feel a little sick."
Hermione silently took a box out of her pocket and handed it to the girl, she was a little confused.
Of course she knew that the bullet might not penetrate the Iron Armor Curse, so she had no worries when firing the gun. However, this so-called "God Gold Bullet" was completely different. The Iron Armor Curse might only block it for a few tenths of a second. It is penetrated by the golden light that rotates like a drill.
It was too fast, the light was too fast, even after Quirrell was punched a hole, he didn't feel it in a short time.
She knew that she had also made a similar mistake to Quirrell, that is, although the power of a gun depends on itself, bullets are also another important factor.
But at this moment, the back of Quirrell, who fell on the ground, squirmed, as if something wanted to get out of it, the bulging bag moved his skin, and then turned into a pale face.
The three women backed up one after another, and the strange situation almost didn't make them scream.
The person who was judged to be dead just now sat up, and even tried to stand up using the joints backwards. The pale and noseless face made a strange laugh:
"Hey, young little witch, it's good that you can defeat this trash Quill, but that's it...If you kneel down and offer your loyalty to me now, you may still have a chance to survive. "
The laughter of the strange face in the back of the head is like the hiss of a snake. Of course, this may also be the sound of the lungs and trachea leaking in Quirrell's body, but this terrifying scene still gave the girls a strong impact anyway , Hannah and Susan were both pale, and even the wands in their hands could not be held securely.
The blood was still flowing on the ground, reflecting the light like a mirror under the surrounding firelight, Hermione clenched the gun in her hand:
"who are you?"
The fallen corpse has climbed up~www.NovelMTL.com~ The head twisted behind him at an abnormal angle, and all the joints are therefore opposite. The eyes of the living corpse are turning around, as if looking for Quirrell’s wand. Where did it fall.
He was right in front of him, but he couldn't bend his waist upright. It would be too shameful if he lowered his waist backwards like a dancer in front of the girls, so he didn't do anything for the time being.
He just exposed a rotten tooth, squinted his eyes and said:
"Me? It's okay to tell you, I am the future master of England, I am...Voldemort!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The shotgun fired in a fully automatic mode, and the golden rays of light battered Voldemort's head, and the headless body fell to the ground again, this time it was considered motionless.
Hermione sighed, took out some new bullets to reload, skillfully pulled the bolt, and said innocently to the two friends behind him:
"I didn't want to start..."
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