Elemental Wizard of Hogwarts

After briefly discussing tactics with Harry, Harry took a small sip of the potion, and then handed the remaining potion to Ciel with a heroic look on his face.

After Charles took the potion, Harry turned around and rushed into the flames. Charles took the potion and watched Harry disappear into the blazing magic fire. He sighed, "I hope everything goes well. Don't worry." What's the matter?"

Xia Er felt extremely tired. The originally good plot had changed with his participation in the details.Ciel also thought about ignoring the trio, but thinking about Hermione, Ciel still felt uneasy.

But as long as Ciel is involved, some details of the plot will inevitably change. The chase in the corridor on Halloween and the battle in the Forbidden Forest all make Ciel feel frightened.

Ciel shook his head to clear away some unrealistic thoughts, and moved the wand above his head, "Surrounded by elements!"

Some four-color small light spots flew out from Ciel's wand and began to fly around Ciel. Among them, the earthy yellow light spots were the brightest, followed by the fiery red light spots.

This is a small magic created by Ciel himself based on the principles of elemental magic in Hufflepuff's magic book. It has no special function and has a single effect, which is to slightly increase the casting speed of elemental magic.

"Calculate the time, it should be almost there." Ciel muttered, and then drank the potion in his hand. Ciel instantly felt as if he was in an ice cellar, with no warmth at all in his body.

"Damn, this thing is cold and bitter." Ciel whispered with a mask of pain, then he squeezed the wand, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the flames.

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The words were divided into two parts. Harry, who had just rushed through the flames, was knocked away as soon as he raised his wand. When Harry saw the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't believe his eyes. It was Quirrell, the one whom Harry had always thought It's Professor Quirrell from the justice camp.

Seeing Harry's surprised expression, Quirrell smiled happily, "I didn't expect it to be me? Yes, who would doubt a poor, stammering, weak professor?"

After speaking, Quirrell waved his wand, conjuring a rope and instantly tied Harry into a rice dumpling before he could react. Then he ignored Harry and continued to study how to get the Sorcerer's Stone. For him, ,time is limited!

Harry became anxious when he saw him turn around and continue his research. He shouted loudly, "You, it's you! I always thought it was Professor Snape. Damn it, let me go!"

Quirrell didn't look back, but still responded to Harry, "Yes, yes, Snape, that cold and ruthless man who looks like a giant bat, hahahahahaha, you should really doubt him !fxxx, what should I do? My master, please help me, I don’t have much time.”

Quirrell was a little furious, "Boy, use that boy." A hoarse and deep voice sounded. The first thing people thought of this voice was the hissing of a snake, which made Harry feel creepy.

As soon as the sound rang out, Harry's head began to hurt again, especially the scar, which looked like a small soldering iron.

"Come here, Harry, we don't have much time!" Quirrell waved his wand and removed the rope from Harry. Harry observed the situation and walked to the magic mirror obediently.

Harry in the magic mirror, accompanied by his parents, playfully showed off the Sorcerer's Stone in his left pocket, and then put it back. For a moment, Harry felt as if something had fallen into his pocket.

"What did you see?" Quirrell asked Harry anxiously, "I saw that I won the Quidditch World Cup, and Dumbledore personally presented me with the award!" Harry bit the bullet and deceived.

"He's lying! He's lying! Let me do it!" The hoarse voice sounded again, and Harry got goosebumps all over his body.

"But, Master, you are still very weak, damn Ciel, Master..." Quirrell stuttered and looked very scared.

"I still have this little strength, not to mention I'm going to get the Philosopher's Stone soon, so don't worry." A hoarse voice interrupted Quirrell.

Quirrell had no choice but to take off his turban and turn his back.Harry was completely shocked at this time. There was actually a human face growing on the back of Quirrell's head where it should have been!

"Harry Potter! (Definitely not a typo) Long time no see. Look at me now. I have lost my body and become like a shadow and smoke. I must rely on other people's bodies to exist. I can't even be called alive!"

"Voldemort!" Harry shouted at the owner of the face.

"Yes, since you know it's me, why don't you give me the Sorcerer's Stone?" Voldemort looked at Harry, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Don't even think about it, damn Voldemort!" Harry immediately covered his left trouser pocket.

"If it hadn't been for that damn boy, Pote! You wouldn't have been able to stand here and talk to me!" Voldemort looked a little angry and raised his wand to point at Harry!

"Are you talking about me? Grip of the Iron Giant!" Ciel's voice came just right.

Voldemort and Harry were startled by the sudden sound, but before Voldemort could react, a giant hand made of steel appeared from the ground, and instantly grasped the stunned Voldemort.

This is a masterpiece of Ciel combined with the transformation technique, forcibly turning the earth elemental magic of Giant's Grip into steel in order to increase its strength. Of course, the result of the change is that the magic power consumption is even greater.

Voldemort was no less a veteran dark wizard. The moment the giant hands closed together, he forcibly controlled Quirrell's body and reversed various joints. He completely ignored Quirrell's screams and burst out huge magic power to resist the giant hands.

Charles held the wand with both hands, struggling to maintain the magic of the Giant's Grip from being rushed away by Voldemort.He yelled at Harry who was still dazed. "Come on, touch his face!"

The magic power was consumed very quickly, and the veins on Ciel's neck appeared, and fine sweat slowly covered Ciel's cheeks. Harry was not polite about the award, he just took a running start, jumped up, and hugged him from behind. Voldemort is still struggling.

"Ah!!!!" Voldemort and Quirrell Harry screamed at the same time. At this time, Harry's body seemed to be transformed into a red-hot iron, and black smoke began to emit from wherever it came into contact. Turn into fly ash.

"Harry, come on, I can't hold on anymore!" Charles shouted, and Harry endured the severe pain and slapped Quirrell on the face.

Quirrell's screams became louder, and his face began to turn into ashes. Voldemort looked at Charles with resentful eyes, "It's you again! It's you again! Charles Lancaster!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole person turned into a pile of mentality like sand.

Seeing this, Harry jumped back. The giant steel hand lost resistance and closed it fiercely, directly crushing the object named Quirrell/Voldemort.