Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 95 Arvada Eats The Big Melon
"He's lying. He's lying"

Like the cold winter wind in December, the basement, which was already a bit gloomy, became colder and colder, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

"Potter, come here!" Quirrell cried nervously. "Tell me the truth! What did you see?"

Voldemort spoke again, probably because Quirrell's ability to express and communicate really gave him a headache, anyway, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let me talk to him. Face to face."

"Master, your physical strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"I still have this strength."

Voldemort's voice sounded full of energy, but Quirrell's voice was a little too weak, but Quirrell didn't seem to know it at all. It seemed that in his heart, there was nothing more important than his master.

It seems that Voldemort does have an extraordinary advantage in deceiving the mind.

At least Quirrell has been limped by him.

Quirrell obediently obeyed Voldemort's words, raised his hand to untie the scarf on his head, the big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked surprisingly small.Then, slowly, he turned around on the spot.

Harry wanted to scream, but Hera and Dumbledore remained silent. They both knew the truth before them.

Where the back of Quirrell's head was originally, there was a face - Voldemort.

Well, the color of his face was still dead white as chalk, and his red eyes glowed with snake-like nostrils.

"Harry Potter," he whispered.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't do it.

"Look at what I have become!" said the face. "There are only shadows and steam left. I can only have a shape when I share a body with others. Avada eats a big melon!"

Quirrell's hands were twisted in a strange position, from Harry's point of view, it seemed that Voldemort was the front, but Quirrell's face was the back of his head.

but
Harry had lost his mind, a green light took over his entire vision, and then...
His legs went limp, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

"Tom!" Dumbledore's angry voice sounded, and a red flame burst out from the tip of his wand and shot at Voldemort.

Voldemort fell limply to the ground.

Hera stared at the room in front of her where the situation had changed drastically. Why did Voldemort make a move all of a sudden?

His face suddenly turned pale. Could it be that Voldemort had discovered them early on? What he said to Harry before was just to confuse Dumbledore and Hera.

then this
Has his rebellious behavior been exposed?
Then it seems that I have to choose a position.

Hera sighed softly and stood firmly behind Dumbledore.

The magic is surging!
Illusion spell lifted.

The tip of Hera's wand was aimed at Quirrell, and the situation in front of him couldn't be clearer.

Quirrell and Voldemort are destined to be unable to fly.

"Dumbledore!" said Voldemort in a high-pitched voice.

"Tom, it's me, today your plan is doomed to fail." Dumbledore's wand was tightly facing Quirrell, even though he had been knocked to the ground, Dumbledore did not relax in the slightest.

Voldemort is not an easy opponent.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Quirrell's body twitched, and the face on the back of his head disappeared.
Like steam or a shadow, it escaped from Quirrell's body.

"I'll be back Harry Potter"

A cold, deep voice resounded faintly, echoing in the room. Little Harry's face turned pale and pale, and he passed out with his hands on his forehead.

Hera didn't care about Harry, and rushed straight to Quirrell anxiously, and didn't care about the danger, and directly probed Quirrell's breath with her left hand.

He didn't say much, just shook his head at Dumbledore with a sad face.

Quirrell is dead.

He, in the end, died.

With a straight face, Dumbledore bent down and picked up Harry, and the wand was stuffed into the cloak at some point.

"Let's go back, Harry has had enough tonight."

Hera looked at Dumbledore who turned away without mercy, and looked down at Quirrell who fell to the ground.

In just a short time, with Voldemort's departure, his figure became dry, looking like a mummy, and fell to the ground with a rickety.

"Heh, in the end there isn't even a person to clean up your corpse." Hera smiled, but the bitterness in it was almost overflowing.

"Pretty ridiculous, if you didn't know him in Romania, if you weren't stupid."

Hera sat next to Quirrell, as if chatting with an old friend, recalling little by little from the first meeting until today.

"Okay, brother, you can finally be free. The Dark Lord didn't treat you that well. Maybe the ending now is the best ending." Hera sighed, stood up and patted the dust off her buttocks.

Looking at Quirrell's corpse, Hera held the small pocket, hesitating for a while, and finally did not put Quirrell into the pocket, but took out a cloak from it.

It was Hera's most expensive cloak to date, and he hadn't even worn it a few times, and was supposed to wear it when he won the Slytherin House Cup seven times in a row.

Carefully wrapping Quirrell on the cloak, Hera didn't even use the Levitation Charm, but just used her own hands.

Fortunately, Quirrell's body is not too heavy, and it can even be said to be too light. He is already weak and can only rely on unicorn blood to barely survive. He has just been drained of his last energy by Voldemort.

Through the cloak, you can still touch Quirrell's thin and protruding bones, as if the flesh and blood have been sucked clean.

Hera put the hood on herself with great effort, and walked back along the way she came with heavy steps.

Forbidden Forest, next to the Whomping Willow.

A tombstone stood alone in the open space. Hera lowered her head, looked at the name on it again and again, sighed, and turned to leave.

There was no slightest hesitation in the steps.

"Only by becoming stronger and more powerful can I avoid becoming a pitiful creature like Quirrell, who fantasizes that the great people above will take pity on him until death."

Hera tightened her cloak tightly, and tightly grasped her wand in her right hand. It was clearly July weather, but he only felt bursts of bone-piercing cold.

Standing at the door of the school hospital, Hera knocked lightly on the door, Madam Pomfrey opened the door, she just pressed her lips tightly together with a straight face.

"Mr Potter is in the innermost ward, as is Professor Dumbledore."

Hera nodded, smiled lightly at Madam Pomfrey, and walked steadily inside.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Harry may still need some time to wake up, today's matter is for him."

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