Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"Look, in the midst of the thunder, they are wearing silver armor, riding Pegasus, and proudly crossing the Rainbow Bridge."

When the holy light from Snape's Patronus came on, Parsifal somehow suddenly remembered the "Ride of the Valkyrie" he had heard on "the other side".

Like Saint George slaying the dragon, the silver deer launched a fearless charge towards Quirrell.

When it approached, Quirrell couldn't even turn his body into black mist. Instead, he seemed to turn into a ball of torch, with wisps of black smoke burning with fire rising up.

The one who knows you best is always your enemy. Snape didn't know why the black mist was not its true nature, but he still made the best judgment.

No matter what kind of twisted existence it is, it will be vulnerable in front of the patron saint composed of the purest and most sincere positive energy.

"Master stopped it, please stop it"

Quirrell screamed and cried in pain, the scarf fell down, and his hands dragged his cheeks, where the skin was falling off and turning into charcoal.

He had drunk the blood of a unicorn raw, and his soul was no longer complete. The pain he endured when exposed to the patron saint was like adding salt to the wound.

Snape had already controlled the fire, stood behind the silver barrier, and stepped out on the remaining flames on the ground. His wand was pointed firmly, with the unconscious Harry and Malfoy floating behind him. Harry's head was tilted back, and the holly wand was stuck at his waist.

The patronus doe stared closely at Quirrell. He tried to run away, but was stopped by Parsifal.

"How could it be you Williams?"

Only then did he realize that the person he was fighting just now was not some short lunatic, but Parsifal, who had forged an "indissoluble bond" with him and left an indelible mark on his life. .

"Professor, good evening, would you like to take a walk in the forbidden forest?"

Parsifal forced a smile, and as he spoke, he took two steps forward and knocked Quirrell down with a sweeping kick. He stood about four or five steps away and stared at Quirrell cautiously. The "strengthening" time was over, and the long sword turned back into a wand, held in his hand.

Although he really wants to cut off his head with a water tune and end the first-year copy ahead of schedule. But he also knew very well that this was impossible to achieve, and it was even difficult to say whether they had the advantage now.

Although Quirrell was embarrassed, his health bar was at least 40. Although the wound burned by the patron saint was festering, the speed was much slower than at the beginning. It was obviously restrained by the one stuck on the back of his head.

Be decisive and it will be in vain.

The question is whether the Socket Man will end up personally.

It is an ugly thing to see children fighting and adults ending up, but the benefits of being a villain undoubtedly include "not caring about losing face".

After all, he doesn't even have to have a nose, it's just a small circle on his face.

"Kill him with a spell"

A voice that was completely different from Quirrell, colder and more crazy sounded.

After the sound sounded, Parsifal felt as if the air around him had frozen, and both his thinking and movements slowed down a beat.

"But Master, I don't want your plan or curse, please don't."

Quirrell looked almost crying when he heard his order. It seemed that the Socket Man didn't want him to kill Parsifal, but wanted him to die on his own.

But while he was praying, he tremblingly took out the wand from his sleeve and pinched it with his two still intact fingers.

"kill him"

The crazy voice sounded again, and Snape suddenly staggered and dropped his wand to the ground. His right hand clutched his left arm tightly, and something there seemed to be on fire.

The silver light of the doe trembled twice and then completely dimmed.

"cru is the most heart-breaking and bone-cutting thing"

A sharp shout sounded, and an extremely dazzling red light jumped out from the top of Quirrell's wand like lightning.

Sparkling fire

Parsifal did not expect that this light would be so fast and unreasonable. It was not like "Obstacles" or "Leg-locking Curse". The red light condensed at the top of the wand and then shot out. It was a bolt of lightning or thunder.

He just had time to lower his head and roll forward, and the hot light shone over his back.

"硁", behind him, a large stone about half the height of a man was split into several pieces by the Cruciatus Curse.

“avada ka avada”

Standing up with the momentum, Parsifal was horrified to hear that Quirrell was reciting a spell, and there was a faint green light brewing on the top of his wand, and the direction was not him, but Snape.

In war, if there is one thing that is more disgusting than the enemy, it is the traitor.

You can lose in team battles, but you must die.

Snape had also seen Quirrell's movements. He touched the small porcelain cup with his left hand and threw himself towards Harry and Malfoy behind him. But his movements were undoubtedly too late to avoid this fatal blow.

To save or not to save

Reason was telling him to give up, but he had already opened his throat.

“viri fortis”

This was probably Parsifal's strongest cry since he came here. The voice seemed to turn into substance, breaking through the strange barrier around him, and the familiar silver light enveloped him, but the difference this time was that in Beyond the silver light, red flames burned blazingly.

"Roar"

A roar like a lion sounded out of thin air, and majestic power surged out from his heart and led to his limbs.

If it were normal, this power would probably squeeze Parsifal dry, and he would fall to the ground in just a moment. But at this moment, the lion brooch given to him by the white wizard on his heart glowed red, providing him with With endless power.

As his thoughts flowed, Blackcurrant's wand turned into a silver sword with a ruby ​​in the scabbard.

"drink"

Parsifal's right leg shook the ground, and the sword in her hand was raised high.

The whole person was like a tornado, piercing towards Quirrell unreasonably. The silver sword blade reflected the moonlight and flames and slashed towards the neck.

"Humph"

The cruel voice snorted coldly, and Quirrell's entire aura suddenly changed, turning into a ball of black smoke rising into the sky.

The smoke was completely different from its previous appearance. It was no longer fluttering and insubstantial, but looked like a mass of malice, with the shape of a painful human face being squeezed out of the black mist.

"Gryffindor Dumbledore"

"Quirrell" landed on a higher branch and shouted coldly. A green light shot out from the top of the wand and shot towards Snape. But there was a "pop" sound, and Snape and the two little ones disappeared into the air through the portkey.

And Parsifal had already jumped up again with the help of the tree trunk, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand.

The blade of the sword is as white as a beautiful woman under the moon.

Silver, red, black, green.

On the go