There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 61 Physical Magic
My brother was insulted, what else can I say?

Not to mention Quirrell, even the Dark Lord, Crabbe and Goyle dared to punch him resolutely.

It doesn't matter whether you fight or not, the key is that the friendship between brothers can't be shattered.

A hero's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and his spirit can be moved.

Gentlemen make a promise to lighten life and death, why do they need thousands of gold and dirty chivalry.

Crabbe and Goyle are on fire!

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it!
Gore roared: "Facing thousands of troops, the three of us will go together, and we will go together as three brothers when facing Quirrell. It's not about bullying him, but about brotherhood!"

Under the cover of the spell of many young wizards in Slytherin, Goyle charged bravely.

He's not very good at magic, but he's big and strong!

Have you seen the gorilla-like arms waving, and the fists the size of sandbags?

fainted! (Physical version)
The physical version has the advantage of being stunned, it is easier to hit than the magic version, and it also has a deterrent and intimidating effect.

Voldemort: "..."

"Gol, the Defense Against the Dark Arts we are doing is not knight training!"

Voldemort's face turned green.

Before stepping into the legend, the wizard couldn't be more than one enemy, and often faced with two or three opponents were stretched.

Seize the opportunity, the little wizard has a chance to kill the elite Auror.

Dozens of young Slytherin wizards stood shoulder to shoulder, and Voldemort was able to hold on for a while with Quirrell's body, which was already due to his rich combat experience.

Gore was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Defense against the black arts does not necessarily rely on magic." Goyle's fists looked steady and ruthless: "My fists can produce the same effect as magic."

Voldemort closed his eyes in pain, he knew that the game was over.

That being the case...

Voldemort took a deep breath, it's time to zoom in!
The dark voice of the Dark Lord resounded in Quirrell's mind.

"Quirrell, I'm so tired and need to rest."

"Don't disturb my slumber."

"Otherwise, trust me, you won't want to know what kind of punishment I can give you!"

Voldemort's remnant soul fell into a deep sleep, and Quirrell woke up.

It doesn't matter if you can't beat it, just replace it.

What does it have to do with Voldemort that Quirrell was beaten up by a student?
Quirrell happily opened his eyes, the Dark Lord made a move, and he was bound to beat down all dissatisfied, Malfoy, Slytherin, Gryffindor, all trembling under the majesty of the Dark Lord!

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, a fist the size of a sandbag hit his face.

it hurts.

Quirrell fell to the ground involuntarily, with pain on his face and even more pain in his heart.

who is it?How dare you slap me in the face?
Didn't your family teach you the principle of not slapping someone in the face?
Then Gore punched him again, the left cheek he hit just now, and the right cheek he punched now are exactly symmetrical.

Quirrell is furious, you are courting death!
As soon as he grabbed his right hand, Quirrell wanted to pick up his wand and cast a curse on Goyle!
however……

Hey, where's my wand?

Quirrell looked at the students ignorantly. The connection between the wizard and the wand guided the direction. He saw two wands in Harry Potter's hand.

"Why is my wand in Harry Potter's hand!"

The wand is very important to the wizard, it is equivalent to the wizard's gun!

The wand is there!Without the wand...the man must be.

Just about to open his mouth to ask Harry for his wand back, Quirrell was horrified to find that a large number of spells flew towards him.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

"Freezing Curse!"

"Fractured!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

He is not Voldemort, he does not have Voldemort's superb positioning and wandless casting skills.

Faced with a large amount of evil spell riding face output, Quirrell is very desperate!
Quirrell showed a smile uglier than crying.

"Quick healing!"

Hit, definitely can't beat.

Quirrell could only hide and resist.

The body injured by various spells recovers quickly under the healing spell.

I didn't dare to think about resisting, I just wanted not to be beaten to death.

The body hurts, and Quirrell's heart hurts even more.

Master, what have you done, why are you being attacked by so many little wizards?
Forget it, they beat me, and you actually fell into a deep sleep.

What about sharing weal and woe and sharing weal and woe?
Am I not your favorite servant?
"Well done!" Crabbe laughed wildly as he watched Quirrell staggering and being beaten miserably by Goyle's fist and the little Slytherin wizard's spell.

Like Goyle, Crabbe had a bad brain and had a hard time learning magic.

Fortunately, he is a little bit smarter than Goyle.

The ancestral craftsmanship of the Crabbe family, he has kept it in his heart!

Fumbling inside the wizard's robes, Crabbe produced two axes.

The good brother caused a lot of damage to Quirrell with his fists. How can I, Crabbe, just watch and not do anything?

It's time to show the real technology!

"My name is Vincent Crabbe!"

Crabbe took out his ax and threw it at Quirrell.

God has no shadow! (Physical version)
His name was Vincent, how could Vincent not know how to throw axe!

The ax fell on Quirrell, cutting out shocking scars and splashing blood.

Then, it flew back to Crabbe.

These two axes are Crabbe's father who entrusted his friend Lucius to stabilize the Flying Curse.

It automatically flies back after it is released, it is a spinning axe!

The scene was bloody at times.

Fortunately, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The students stood up collectively, packed their things and walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Take advantage of this time to go to the bathroom, and I have to go to other classrooms to attend classes later.

Poor Quirrell collapsed on the ground with scars all over his body. If it wasn't for Quick Healing, Quirrell would have been beaten to death!

But having said that, if there is no quick healing, the little wizards would not dare to be so ruthless.

It doesn't matter if you beat the professor up, but killing the professor is a serious crime.

Quirrell barely got up from the ground, exhausted.

What the hell, taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class is harder than breaking into the dangerous zodiac sign yesterday.

Quirrell came to the medical room with a limp, and Mrs. Pomfrey, the school doctor, was startled.

"Professor Quirrell, are you seriously injured?"

Quirrell tried to play the hero with a smile, but couldn't.

Desperate.

Destroy the world!
But the wounds on the body are urging, don't destroy it, heal the wound first!
"Don't worry, my level is very high. Your injury is nothing to worry about." Madam Pomfrey comforted her. She didn't talk too much. There have been frequent bloodsheds at Hogwarts these years, and her level of healing magic has improved by leaps and bounds.

From the perspective of treating trauma, Madam Pomfrey is confident that she is the best in the world.

Quirrell's injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his whole body was warm, and the pain dissipated.

Quirrell wanted to cry, but was moved to cry.

"Were you attacked by a dark wizard?" Madam Pomfrey sighed, "Damn dark wizard!"

Quirrell smiled.

Can I say I got spanked by my students in class?

Surely not.

Having said that, what face do I have to be a professor!

In front of the gentle and kind Madam Pomfrey, I must maintain my dignity!
It's a man's promise...a man's glory.

(End of this chapter)