Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 147 Fighting (for Subscription)

"Good evening, Professor Quirrell." Ash slowly sat down at the bar table, and picked up the brandy on the table.

"I'm not Quirrell." The businessman in black robe said stiffly, he was still maintaining his last dignity.

Ash smiled slightly. Since Quirrell didn't want to admit it, he wouldn't force it. He just slightly stretched out his hand and said, "Where's my stuff?"

Quirrell snorted coldly, and took out a small bag rather unhappily, "Why didn't you tell Dumbledore?" he asked.

Isn't this still quite curious, Ash smiled and said, "Why should I tell Dumbledore?"

He reached for the bag and continued, "I don't care about Death Eaters or your master at all..." He didn't name Voldemort, because both he and Quirrell knew who that man was.

"Oh." Quirrell sneered, he didn't really doubt Ash's words, if he really told Dumbledore, then a bunch of Aurors would immediately rush up around him.

"I believe we will have cooperation in the future." Ash said slowly, he wouldn't just pluck the wool from a sheep once, at least, he would pluck it to death, right?
After finishing speaking, Ash stood up and left. He was going to go back and study the winged demon in his pocket. You must know that this kind of magical animal is rare. It is said that it likes to suck human brains, but as long as it is well cultivated, it will It will become a loyal pet, which is much better than Phil, and Ash has a headache when he thinks of Phil who is chanting strange spells in the office every day.

The sky was dim, and the stars seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds. Ash was walking alone on the path back to Hogwarts. Not to mention the desertedness, Ash also felt a spirit following behind him.

Obviously, this Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to be ready to let Ash leave so easily.

He quietly followed Ash, hiding behind the woods on the roadside, not because Quirrell wanted to do it directly, but because his master, Voldemort, could not accept being blackmailed and robbed by an unknown professor, especially this The professor also seems ready to blackmail multiple times.

"Avada Kedavra!" With a flick of Quirrell's wand, Quirrell released the most terrifying Killing Curse. The flying spell flew straight to the back of Ash's head, took Ash away with one shot, and then returned to Hogwarts , I am still the stuttering and poor Professor Quirrell.

The Killing Curse hit Ash like lightning, but the situation that Quirrell imagined did not happen. The walking Ash was smashed like a phantom, scattered into a silver-white mist.

"Damn it!" Quirrell muttered and quickly waved his wand and was about to leave. He didn't think Ash would show mercy.

"Soul arrow shooting." With a flick of Ash's wand behind Quirrell, seven or eight soul arrows were thrown out, and they swept towards Quirrell like a rain of arrows.

"Bang!" Quirrell swung his wand, and a shield immediately appeared in front of him. He blocked Ash's spell with his armor.

"Don't be in a hurry, Professor Quirrell." Ash said slowly and walked out from behind the stone, then flicked his wand lightly, relying on the combination of crystallization magic and mimicry magic, five or six people suddenly appeared An identical Ash stood in front of Quirrell.

"Damn it." Quirrell muttered, and then slowly backed away, "Avada Kedavra." A green light went straight to Ash in the middle, but what remained after the spell was still a silver-white mist.

"It's my turn," said one Ash.

At the same time, he waved the magic wand in his hand, and suddenly dozens of soul arrows flew out, and the attack of the violent wind and rain enveloped him instantly.

Quirrell didn't dare to take it too seriously, he formed a shield with a flick of his wand, and at the same time quickly threw a silent spell to guard it safely.

But the soul arrow swept over and did not produce any ripples on Quirrell's shield, as if the phantom disappeared at the moment of contact.

Quirrell was taken aback for a moment, and then he was a little annoyed. He was cheated by Ash, and the Ashes all looked at Quirrell with a smile, as if they were watching a monkey show.

"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell threw another Kedavra curse, and the target's Ash wand swung a big rock to block the curse.

"Let me try too!" Another Ash said, his voice was weird, and he seemed a little immature.

"Dizzy!" With a flick of his wand, a red spell as thick as a wrist was thrown out. Quirrell directly raised his left hand wand and flicked the stun spell lightly. Not a phantom.

The other Ashes laughed when they saw this, and one of them swung his wand and was greeted by the same Avada Kedavra.

Quirrell didn't dare to take the curse with his wand, he quickly rolled to avoid the killing curse.

However, this killing curse only turned into a phantom the moment it touched the ground.

"Quirrell, you bastard!" Voldemort cursed at the back of his head, unable to handle even a professor.

Quirrell's face was ugly, how did he know that this professor of the history of magic was so difficult to deal with.

"Disarm you!" The four Ashes waved their wands at the same time and cast four disarming spells to envelop Quirrell's surroundings. Seeing that he could not dodge, Quirrell directly threw a round of armor in front of him.

"Bang" all four shots except your weapon turned into a silver-white mist, and what flashed out of the mist was a silver light.

"Clang!" Quirrell's wand snapped in two, and Ash stood in front of him, swinging the rapier in his hand lightly, "Maybe we can talk about something new?" Ash said, feeling that he could take the opportunity to blackmail Order more.

Looking at the tip of the sword in front of him, Quirrell couldn't help swallowing. He couldn't deal with a wizard without his wand.

Ash flicked the magic wand in his left hand, and those phantoms turned into silver-white mist and re-injected into him.

Quirrell's eyes lit up watching Ash's movements, and he flicked out another wand with a flick of his right cuff.

"Apparition!" He flicked his wand and disappeared into the night instantly.

Ash was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect that Professor Quirrell actually had a spare wand on him... Could it be that Professor Quirrell just ran away?

Ash frowned slightly. If he had known that he would have left directly, it seemed that he was a little greedy.

Thinking of the move of Ash's wand: "The bag is flying." Holding the Wing Curly Pocket on the side of the road in his hand, Ash frowned and walked towards Hogwarts.

... "He won't tell Dumbledore," said Voldemort in a hoarse voice, "He won't."

Quirrell's lips trembled. He was actually curious about how Voldemort knew, but he didn't dare to ask. After all, this guy is a murderer without blinking an eye.

"Because I can feel that he is burdened with many sins..." Voldemort murmured, but in the end he still didn't forget to scold Quirrell: "What a waste, not even a professor of the history of magic."

No, who's history of magic professor will have a double?What history of magic professor still casts the Avada Kedavra curse?Whose history of magic professor can pull out a rapier?

Of course, Quirrell's thoughts can only be kept in his heart, he dare not disobey his master.

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