The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

"Avada Kedavra!"

"boom--"

Amid the loud noise, the ominous green light tore through the air, leaving a deep mark on everyone's retinas.

Almost all the students present were stunned.

Even Draco, who has seen a lot of dark magic, is the same.

This is the [Death Curse]!

One of the three unforgivable curses!

He will die, there is no way to recover!

The ominous aura it exudes is enough to make every soul who witnesses it tremble!

However, as the target of the [Death Curse], John showed no fear on his face.

When Quirrell pointed the wand at him, he had already begun to rush towards Quirrell in an irregular Z-shaped movement.

When that green light shot out, it happened to be when he changed direction!

"laugh--"

[The Death Curse] brushed past John's hair and hit the wall hard, making a big crater.

"It's empty! How is this possible!?"

Quirrell couldn't help but exclaimed.

John continued to rush towards Quirrell, while dancing with the wand in his hand, a [Flying Sand and Stone] was shot out.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth and waved a ball of red light.

The two beams of light collided together, and for just a moment, continuous explosions sounded. At the same time, large swaths of smoke and dust were driven by the explosion and enveloped the entire area.

Seeing this, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief.

With his current physical condition, he cannot use the [Death Curse] continuously. He must take a period of time between uses to adjust his emotions and magic power.

And now was his chance to adjust his condition.

It's a pity that John was not prepared to give Quirrell this opportunity at all.

A magical blade pierced the smoke and dust in the sky, and was carried by the strong wind and shot towards him accurately.

Also rushing out of the smoke was John.

"Armor protection!"

The shadow of the shield flashed.

This time luck came to Quirrell's side.

The [Armor Protection] that he hastily used realized the perfect [Reverse Curse] technique and completely deflected John's attack.

But the next moment, the same shield figure also appeared in front of John.

It’s also a perfect counter-curse!

That [Cutting Curse] was like a ping pong ball being hit towards Quirrell again.

Quirrell blocked it in a hurry and was stunned.

[Death Curse] is not an ordinary magic like [Split Apart].

Its rate of fire is so terrifying that it is almost impossible for ordinary people to react!

John first dodged a life-killing curse, and then accurately found his position with a blind shot when his vision was obscured by smoke. Now he successfully used it again. His original success rate was less than one-tenth. [curse]!

There is only one possibility for this weird performance - the elixir of happiness!

And he gave that bottle of elixir to John himself!

This is equivalent to saying that John is using his things against him, and the effect is very good!

Just thinking about it makes Quirrell mad!

But what Quirrell didn't know was that John was indeed "learning from the barbarians to learn skills to defeat the barbarians," but what he used was not only the elixir of fortune, but also actual combat experience with Quirrell!

In those weeks, he actually fought with Quirrell 137 times!

After so many confrontations, John has long been familiar with Quirrell's fighting methods and spell-casting habits.

If it weren't for this, John would never have been able to do this even if he drank the elixir!

The effect of the blessing elixir is not that strong!

John raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his wand and continued to attack.

His attacks are fast and very dense, in order to disrupt Quirrell's rhythm with quick attacks and fierce attacks, so that he has no time to adjust his state and release powerful spells. He can only use some quick and small powers like him. Hex vs. Boom.

And Quirrell had to fight with John as he wished.

The battle rhythm of the two of them is very fast, and the speed of casting spells is ridiculously fast. As you come and go, various magic spells are constantly flying in the air, and the gorgeous magic aura is flashing around the two of them. , dizzying!

For a moment, the battle between the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the first-year students was at a stalemate!

But things soon changed again.

Because Michelle had picked up the wand again, and Harry and the others had also woken up from the shock of the green light of the [Death Curse] just now.

"Stop stiff legs!"

Draco took the lead in casting a spell.

He looked extremely excited, obviously stimulated by John's behavior of escaping the death curse just now.

Harry and others were also constantly releasing curses on Quirrell.

After dodging a ground thorn in embarrassment, Quirrell glanced at Michelle and others in the distance with some annoyance.

The combat effectiveness of this group of people is actually not very good. Not only is the power of the spells pitiful, but their accuracy is extremely poor.

Except for Michelle's transformation, most of their spells couldn't even reach Quirrell.

But even so, with John's frontal attack, it also caused some trouble for Quirrell.

If possible, Quirrell really wants to get rid of those brats first!

This is not difficult, as long as you slightly adjust the deflection direction of [Armor Protection], you can do it.

Just like how he used John's [Power Release] to attack Michelle before.

However, this thought had just arisen when a scolding came from behind Quirrell's head.

"Idiot! Leave those guys alone and focus on John Shafiq!"

"But they are all with John Shafiq. If they attack them, John Shafiq will definitely rush to protect them. Wouldn't we have a chance in this way?"

As Quirrell spoke, he felt more and more that this plan was feasible.

"Don't be naive, Quirrell! John Shafik will not care about those students!" Voldemort's voice became more and more irritable, "Have you never thought about why he brought in these students who have no fighting ability? And since he came in Until now, have you seen him take care of those students?

He just planned to use those students as cannon fodder!By focusing on them, you will only take the pressure off John Shafiq and give him more opportunities to attack you! "

Hearing this, Quirrell's face turned pale, and he was almost hit by John's [Cutting Curse] when he lost his mind.

Voldemort continued:

"I will create a chance for you! Kill John Shafik later, and then control Harry Potter to seize the Philosopher's Stone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Quirrell suddenly erupted with an extremely cold and terrifying magic power.

This magic power surged out to the surroundings like a shock wave, knocking Michelle and others in the distance to the ground. It even scattered the [Armor Protection] that John had condensed in time, causing him to stagger a few times. step.

Seeing this, Quirrell was overjoyed and waved the wand in his hand!

"Smashed to pieces!"

"laugh--"

A gray-white light bullet struck John's chest.

"John!"

Michelle, Harry and others were shocked and shouted in unison.

Quirrell couldn't help laughing loudly.

Finally, that damn John Shafiq is dead!

However, the next moment, the smile on Quirrell's face froze.

Because the [Shattered Bones] didn't blow up John's whole body as he expected, it only blew up his robe.

What was revealed after the robe was broken was a thick dragon skin vest.

John quickly adjusted his center of gravity.

He smiled sarcastically at Quirrell, who was still dazed, and pointed the wand in his hand.

"Fractured!"

"laugh--"

With blood splattering, Quirrell's right arm holding the wand quietly fell to the ground.

Quirrell realized the extent of his injuries after a second or two. He held his broken arm with his left hand and screamed heartbreakingly.

John was about to pursue the victory when he heard another completely different voice coming from Quirrell.

"What a complete loser!"

As he spoke, another wave of magic shockwave stronger than the previous roared out, directly overturning John and the others!

At the same time, Quirrell suddenly stopped wailing.

He showed an inhuman and cruel smile as if controlled by something, then reached out and made a casual move, and the wand held by the severed hand flew back to his left hand.

As he used magic to seal the wounds on his body, a terrifying aura surged out of him.

"Voldemort!"

Harry muttered as he held the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

As soon as he said this, Michelle and others looked at him in shock.

Quirrell, on the other hand, untied the silk scarf on his head, slowly turned around, and pointed the pale and ferocious scary face on the back of his head at Harry.

"Harry Potter..."

he whispered.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't do it.

"Look what I have become!" Voldemort continued with a sneer, "Only shadow and steam are left... I can only have a body by possessing others! But these days will be over soon. ! Once I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can recreate a body of my own!"

Hearing this, the horrified Harry finally came back to his senses.

He instinctively looked at John and shouted with a choked voice:

"John! Think of a way! We must stop Voldemort!"

Hearing this, John shook his head.

He really couldn't understand why Voldemort was still talking so much nonsense at this point, and even explained to everyone his purpose of seizing the Sorcerer's Stone.

Is it possible that his intelligence is impaired because he is in a state of remnant soul?

"Don't worry, Harry, he can't get the Sorcerer's Stone."

John said with a chuckle.

The eyes of Harry and others lit up instantly.

John said there is a way, then there must be a way!

After experiencing so many things, everyone firmly believes in this!

Harry was so excited that he wanted to shout.

But he soon lost his interest.

Because Harry saw that John took out a red and white baseball cap from somewhere and put it on his head.

Then pointed the wand at him.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Harry's body seemed to have lost gravity and floated in the air.

John rushed behind Harry, grabbed Harry by the collar, and threw him directly towards Voldemort!

While throwing it, John was still shouting:

"The decision is yours! Harry Potter!"