Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 75 Five Senses
The sound of running water accompanied by a salty smell came from behind Quirrell.

Quirrell turned his head and saw a little monster lying on the ground.

He collapsed on the ground, seemingly not breathing, but water kept gushing out from the gap under his body, as if there was a spring under his body.

His hands and feet began to change, and his skin became paler, but it seemed to reflect some light.

Isn't it dead? !

Quirrell had doubts in his heart.Then suddenly an unfamiliar voice echoed in the room.

The voice seemed to be whispering in the ear, and it seemed to be a cry from afar, and it seemed to come from the corpse lying on the ground, or it seemed to appear out of nowhere, appearing in the house inexplicably.

"Phew... it's the first time I've come out..."

Seeing the strange situation, Quirrell ignored Voldemort who split his soul and escaped, and took a deep breath to inhale the shattered mist of Voldemort's remaining soul into his lungs.Then raised his wand, frowning.

With a wave of his wand, he cast a spell on Linde who was lying on the ground.

However, when the curse flew not far in front of Linde, it was suddenly distorted by an inexplicable force and flew aside.

Quirrell was about to cast another spell, but he saw the little wizard who had been lying on the ground get up awkwardly, and there were bursts of snapping sounds on his back.

What it feels like to be confused with the five senses, the current Linde may be able to describe it:
Vision became hearing, and Quirrell made a harsh crunching sound in front of him.

The sense of hearing has become the sense of smell, and the sound of gurgling water on the ground has a sweet smell.

The sense of smell turned into a sense of touch, and the smell of blood on the body and the salty smell of sea water left a faint tingling, itching and numbness on the skin.

Touch turned to taste, and the wand he picked up again smelled of chocolate in his palm.

Taste turned into vision, and the bloody smell in the mouth exudes a bright red and bluish purple halo.

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Linde supported the broken wall beside him, feeling the smell of milk coffee from the stone wall in his palm.Such chaotic perception caused his brain to crash a little.

At this time, another extremely strong and weird thought flooded into his current mind.

It's like two souls fused.

Linde staggered and pressed his temple.

"Huh... this feeling is... so good..."

He turned his head and looked at Quirrell indifferently with square pupils.Now there is no thought of running away in his mind anymore, but a crazy, tyrannical thought has been lingering in his mind.

This kind of thinking needs to be vented urgently, it cannot be backlogged, and he doesn't want to backlog it.

Lind stroked the tentacles that were protruding from his chin, like David Jones, the captain of the Flying Dutchman in the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie.

He didn't feel anything wrong with such a thing appearing on him at all.On the contrary, he felt that his current state was extremely good, and such tentacles and beards were so handsome.I was born to have such a face.

Seeing his face, Quirrell suddenly felt a surge in his stomach for some reason, and he clutched his stomach uncontrollably and retched.

As Quirrell exerted strength, the contents of his belly were gradually pushed up by him, and his throat was stretched as wide as his head.

Whoops!

Quirrell's vomiting sound was really sour and unpleasant, and Linde, who was beside him, unconsciously covered his ears.

The thing was spat on the ground along with Quirrell's saliva and stomach acid.

——then wagging its tail on the ground.

It was a fish, a red and blue live fish.

Quirrell looked at the fish in disgust, and swung a splitting spell.Break that fish into pieces.

"What kind of curse is this..."

Linde also waved his hands in doubt, "I don't know, but I know what kind of curse it is, Shenfeng Wuying—"

Quirrell only felt that the eyes of the little wizard in front of him had an indescribable magical power, as if he wanted to get all his thoughts involved.The instant he casts the spell, his beard-shaped tentacles levitate.

Caught off guard, Quirrell didn't realize at first that the opponent cast a spell.

When he realized it was too late, he could only roll sideways, and a magical barrier naturally appeared on his body.

The curse hit his waist and abdomen, and the magic barrier that came out at will was vulnerable and shattered directly.Then several cracks exploded directly on his body.

Quirrell clutched his stomach, rubbed himself up, and looked at Linde.

"I remember who you are, little first-year Gryffindor. Been with a crow all day long."

"Shenfeng Wuying--

Getting smaller fast—"

Quirrell didn't care about the wound on his abdomen, and calmly waved his wand to resist Linde's ensuing spells.He controlled his gaze not to meet Linde's.

"But now it seems that you are not that simple, you know, I really want to dissect you right now."

As he said, Quirrell's backhand was a curse.At the same time, he uttered a curse.

"Disarm you—

Your method is too simple! "

"The spell stops—" Linde didn't hesitate, and while trying to roll and avoid, he released the counter-curse.

His spell still couldn't resist Quirrell's spell, and he was knocked back to the wall again.

Feeling that his inexplicably recovered limbs were broken again, Linde ignored it and twisted his body again to stand up.

From the moment he stood up for the first time, there was a burst of raving in his ears.

"Give it to me...you don't understand...don't understand..."

"Give me...give me your body..."

He had been ignoring these voices before, but this time he spoke again.

"Give it to me! It's been a long, long time since I woke him up..."

"Shut up, it's not waking you up." Linde felt that what the owner of the raving voice said was familiar to Gherros.

"Bring your body... just for fun!"

Linde ignored the raving that tormented him, because at this moment Quirrell cast the spell again.His wand had just flown aside.

Linde twisted his figure and rolled aside, the pain from his body mixed with the bitter taste stimulated his nerves.

Linde reached out to take out some small props from his pocket, but the next second his webbed hand was stepped on the ground by Quirrell, making a loud creaking sound.

Quirrell looked at Linde excitedly, then scratched his side waist, making a clicking sound.

His hands seemed to touch some kind of carapace.

Quirrell looked down and saw several barnacles and some small shellfish attached to the wound opened by Shenfeng Wuying just now.

The flesh and blood that has been cut open is like a reef by the sea, supporting these guys.

Quirrell tore a small shell directly from the wound and looked at it, his face became even more crazy.

Linde felt that if Quirrell was a superficial gentleman who hid his thoughts in his heart before absorbing Voldemort's soul, he is now a pure lunatic.

"But I'm not bad!" Linde rubbed his face against the tentacles of his chin.Now the entire room has accumulated a large amount of water.

"I'm definitely crazier than you!" Linde began to compare inexplicably.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!" He whispered.

Linde reckoned that the owner of the voice that sounded in his ears would definitely not be a good guy.

But I do.

I've been out of my mind since the first time I got up off the ground!
(End of this chapter)