The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"Why is it you, isn't it Snape?" Harry looked at the unexpected Quirrell in front of him, trying to figure out what happened.

"Snape?" Quirrell laughed. This laugh was not his usual high-pitched trill, but a chilling sneer.

"Yeah, Snape really doesn't look like a nice guy, he's like a giant bat flying around, which is really helpful to me.

With him there, who would doubt... but... where is the poor, stuttering... Professor Quirrell? "

Quirrell tried hard to control his facial expression and prevent his fear from showing. He continued to say in a stern voice:

"You're too nosy to be allowed to live any longer, Potter.

On Halloween night, you were wandering around the school. I knew at that time that you saw me checking the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone. "

"So, you released the troll?" Harry reacted immediately.

"Of course it is. I have a special way to deal with trolls. You must have seen how I taught the guy in the room over there, right?

Unfortunately, when everyone was hurriedly looking for the troll, Snape, who had already become suspicious of me, rushed directly to the fourth floor and tried to stop me.

Not only did my troll not kill you, but even the three-headed dog didn't bite Snape's leg off. "

But the unicorn obviously didn't want to continue talking nonsense with her enemy. She stood up halfway, waved her wings, and flew around the room.

There was a clear sound of a horse's cry, and all the expressions Quirrell had just pretended were replaced by panic.

"You idiot, take out your wand!" A sharp voice spoke, but Quirrell's lips didn't move at all.

Quirrell gingerly took out his wand and asked, "Master, what should I do now?"

Harry looked at the scene in front of him. He felt as if he was tightly entangled in the devil's net again, unable to move at all.

He stood there blankly and was at a loss. What was going on?The big scarf fell down, Quirrell's exposed head looked surprisingly small, and then he slowly turned around.

Harry wanted to scream, but he couldn't make any sound. Where the back of Quirrell's head should have been, there was a face. Harry had never seen such a hideous and terrifying face.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils as slender as snakes.

Voldemort had no time to chat with Harry, because the unicorn had already rushed in front of Quirrell, and she stabbed her long unicorn into Quirrell's chest.

At this time, the disadvantages of two souls living in one body at the same time were revealed. Quirrell couldn't even dodge before he was penetrated by the unicorn.

After the unicorn pulled out its horn, Quirrell actually bypassed the unicorn and rushed towards Harry, trying to catch Harry. It seemed that this body was already controlled by Voldemort.

At this moment, the scar on Harry's forehead started to hurt.

He felt as if his head would split in two and he shouted.Quirrell took advantage of Harry's bending to cover his forehead and quickly grabbed Harry in his hands.

Harry could only struggle desperately, trying to get rid of Quirrell's hand. Then, he was surprised to find that Quirrell really let go of his hand, and the pain in his forehead also eased.

The unicorn looked at Quirrell blankly, only to see him hunched over in pain. He didn't know why Quirrell suddenly fell to the ground. Could it be that his own injury was taking effect now?

Quirrell looked at his fingers and saw blisters forming on them one by one. "Get him! Get him!" Voldemort screamed again.

"Master, I can't hold him, my hand! My hand!" Quirrell shouted in panic. At this time, he already regretted agreeing to Voldemort's temptation.

Although Quirrell was still pressing Harry to the ground with his knees, his hands had already let go of Harry's neck, and he was staring at his palms in confusion.

Harry could see that they were shiny red as if they had been burned by fire.

"Then kill him quickly, fool, act quickly!" Voldemort said in a harsh voice.

Quirrell jumped forward, knocked Harry to the ground, straddled him, and strangled Harry's neck with both hands. Harry's scar felt sharp pain again, and his vision went black, but he still saw Quirrell. Howling in agony.

"Harry, use your hands to attack him!" Rolf reminded quickly.

Quirrell raised his hand, ready to recite a death curse, but after hearing Rolf's words, Harry suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Quirrell's face, "Ah! Ah! Ah..."

Quirrell rolled off of Harry, blisters forming on his face.At this moment, Harry suddenly understood: As long as he touched Quirrell's exposed skin, he would feel excruciating pain.

Harry understood that if he wanted to escape, his only hope was to hold on to Quirrell, causing Quirrell to be in so much pain that he could not curse himself.

Harry jumped up, grabbed Quirrell's arm, and refused to let go.Quirrell screamed and tried desperately to shake Harry off, and Harry's headache became more and more severe.

His vision went black, and he could only hear Quirrell's terrifying scream and Voldemort's vicious roar: "Kill him! Kill him!"

Harry felt like he couldn't hold on any longer. Could this be the end of the new life he had just started?

Rolf saw Harry leaning back straight, and there was a 'bang' sound, stirring up a burst of dust on the ground.

Quirrell's body seemed to have been burnt charcoal, turning into ashes amid a crackling sound.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Voldemort prepared to escape quickly, but he underestimated the unicorn's resentment towards him.

What's more, he has gained the ability to purify darkness, how could the unicorn let him go?

Voldemort was seen flying quickly towards the direction Rolf and the others came from, even trying to pass directly through the unicorn's body.

But what he never expected was that he seemed to have hit a wall and was bounced back, instead of escaping as he imagined.

The unicorn was radiating light at this time, like a divine messenger coming out of mythology, so holy that no one dared to infringe upon it.

She circled around the room, gradually picking up speed, leaving an afterimage that surrounded Voldemort's remnant soul.

The scope of the afterimage is getting smaller and smaller, and Voldemort's remnant soul is getting fainter and fainter, as if it will dissipate at any time.

I saw a burst of black energy floating on Voldemort's soul, and then dissipated in mid-air, but a pure soul energy was left in place.

Rolf looked at the energy in a daze, and he could feel the energy attracting him.

He glanced at the unicorn and saw her tip it with her horn, and the energy flew into Rolf's body.

Rolf felt as if he had drank a can of Bingkuoluo in the dog days of summer, and he groaned in comfort, and he blushed when he heard it.

But sometimes the expression of this emotion is uncontrollable. Fortunately, there are no other "people" in the room.