Everlasting Vision from Hogwarts

Following the magical guidance of the shadow-tracing spell, Professor McGonagall and the three quickly passed through the corridors and rooms of the castle.

Professor Quirrell had mixed emotions at this time. He felt extremely disappointed. Once again, he had failed to live up to the respect of the master he was pursuing.The original plan was to use the troll to disrupt the order of the school and hold back Dumbledore and other teachers, so that he could steal the Philosopher's Stone quietly.

What a seamless plan, but it was still messed up, and this great opportunity was wasted.

And you can never plot the Philosopher's Stone in the same way again.Professor McGonagall was right. The appearance of the troll tonight was inseparable from the biggest black hand - Voldemort. Although he is only one of the split souls now, he is still a weak spirit body that lives in the back of other people's heads, but he can still stir up the wind. Call for rain.

At Quirrell's suggestion, Voldemort helped him capture a troll and bring it to Hogwarts. He also used his high-level magic to mask the school's perception of the troll, and even used a little of his most fundamental power as a spirit.

He attaches great importance to this plan. As long as he can get the magic stone, he will not hesitate to do it himself, even if his whereabouts may be exposed, even if this spell cast makes him weaker.

As long as you can get the magic stone, all your efforts will be rewarded a thousand times, as long as you can succeed!

But once again, Quirrell messed up.This is not the first time he has messed up. Except for the first time that his soul has been sent to his door, everything after that will always go wrong.

This mishap was particularly damaging to him, and it was even difficult to maintain a clear mind.

Voldemort was deeply disappointed with Quirrell, and secretly considered sacrificing this chess piece.

Quirrell, who was following Snape, had no idea what Voldemort was thinking and was secretly regretting it.

His mind couldn't help but go back to that day. Something happened that day, which completely changed his life.

In an endless jungle without human traces, he concentrated on his magic practice.

Because I think that the knowledge I learned in school lacks application, and I have a head full of knowledge, but I have never used it to the fullest.So, he came to this jungle, and he wanted to experiment with his magic without any scruples.

During this period of practical travel in the jungle, he smiled every day because the harvest was so great. There were so many medicinal herbs in the jungle that it was unimaginable, and magic potions were also discovered from time to time. Just these two things made him feel... The joy of a huge harvest.

Of course, the most abundant plants in the jungle are plants. Most of these plants are kind. They are kind without sentience, allowing Quirrell to study them.But some plants are not easy to mess with. They will move, they will fight back, and they will attack any creature that comes close.

There was a plant that made Quirrell realize what it means to survive from a close call. It was a plant that he had never seen before. It was only two meters tall and its whole body was just a tree trunk as thick as a wrist. It looked surprisingly weak and invulnerable. What's special is that its trunk is not the usual brown or green, but a very full and pure white, like marble.

At that time, he had the idea of ​​collecting rare plant specimens, and he was ready to go forward and observe it. However, as he gradually approached, a violent buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the air, and then, Quirrell suddenly disappeared, and then in Appearing further away from the location of the plant,

Quirrell reappeared in a wretched figure, with a panicked look on his face, mixed with a groan of pain. It turned out that there was a flesh-and-blood opening deep into the bone on his left hand at the shoulder, as if a strongman was holding a boning knife. It looked like it was split.

His left hand was hanging down, and blood was seeping out. A piece of white solid material could be seen at the wound on his shoulder, which was the remnant of the bones of his arm that were shattered and flew out.

Regardless of the injury to his left hand, Quirrell waved his magic spells at the white plant one after another, including many harmful spells that he had only recently mastered.

Before the magic spell could hit the plant, there were dense crashing sounds in the air again, some sharp, some deep, and from time to time, clusters of sparks appeared out of thin air.

Now Quirrell finally discovered what hurt him. It turned out to be three branches, three transparent branches.

Quirrell couldn't see the specific shape of the branches. He could only see the faint traces of the branches through the magic spell and the branches.

He cast more than a dozen magic spells in a row, which consumed almost one-third of his total magic power, but nothing happened to the tree. This was simply outrageous. Even if the branches were invisible, they could actually defeat the magic spell. Here was The defeated curses included the invisible petrification curse, the tangible volley of ten thousand arrows curse, and various kinds of curses, all of which were defeated one by one by the three branches, as if the curse turned into a tree when it encountered a branch. A sandbag was knocked away by a branch.

Quirrell took advantage of the break in the attack to cast a magic spell on himself to bandage the wound. For such a large-scale injury, the wound must be treated first.

Seeing that more than a dozen magic spells were ineffective, he had no choice but to temporarily stop the attack. It seemed that individual damage spells were difficult to cause damage to plants, so he had to try a range attack spell, so he placed it around the branches. The fire also set off strong winds that blew the branches.

As if "seeing" the raging fire, the white plant tried to use three branches to rotate rapidly to create a reverse wind, trying to blow the fire away.

Unfortunately, the wind blown by the branches could not withstand Quirrell's spell, and the fire gradually spread inside...

Quirrell's face looked extremely pale because of the severe bleeding from the wound, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he still showed a happy smile.

It's a pity that the smile didn't stay on my face for long.The white plant found that the fire was unstoppable, so it used its branches to drill into the soil under the trunk, like an earth drill, and it was fully automatic.

Quirrell's expression froze as he watched the plant disappear into the ground little by little until no trace of pure white could be seen anymore.

"Ah~ah!"

"Ah~"

Quirrell felt like he was going to collapse. Is this a plant or an animal? It could actually crawl through the soil and run away?

I didn't take you to play like this!

Looking at his limp and drooping left hand, he felt like crying without tears. This was an unreasonable disaster.

He allowed the flames several meters high to burn around the plant for nearly 10 minutes before he extinguished it without stepping forward to check. This time he learned a lesson and cast a detection spell to sense where the plant was burrowing into the soil. .

gone,

There was nothing left, only a deep curved soil hole, and the soil around the hole had a texture of dry, cracked sand.

Driving the magic spell, I followed the soil hole and searched deeply for about 1000 meters, but I still couldn't find the plant.

Quirrell's face became even paler, and the severe injuries and intense consumption of magic power made him feel dizzy.

After all the exploration ended in failure, he had no choice but to give up and needed treatment as soon as possible. At this time, he had reached his weakest point.

Quirrell's perception is not only along the soil hole, but also radially sensing the surrounding situation to guard against attacks from other creatures.

Just within the range of Quirrell's perception, a giant snake snaked and crawled. Strangely, Quirrell's sensory magic seemed to completely ignore it.

The giant snake spit out snake letters, its eyes flashed with a cold and cruel light...