A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart didn't respond to "Quillo"'s taunts because all his energy was focused on thinking about tactics.

Although Voldemort is actually a homeless dog that can only possess other people, Quirrell is still an adult wizard.

From his familiarity with magic spells to his experience in fighting, it can be said that Hart cannot match his opponent in any way.

The only advantage is that at Hogwarts, Voldemort did not dare to use any dark magic, let alone kill himself.

In other words, you don’t need to defeat the opponent.

Bite the bullet!

They were all slapped in the face. If I didn't react at all and just acted like a coward, then my efforts for more than ten years would have been in vain.

Hart used the levitating spell again, and the wand in his hand shook like a conductor conducting an orchestra. The pieces of paper flying in the air revolved around Quirrell, blocking the guy's sight.

At the same time, Hart took three steps at a time and ran straight to Quirrell. He held the wand in his left hand to interfere with Quirrell's sight, and clenched his right hand into a fist to try to steal the peach from a monkey.

Hart never follows the rules when he fights. Let's wait until he wins or loses to talk about morality!

"That's the unique rudeness of a Mudblood. Let you know what a wizard is like."

"Qui Luo" showed a arrogant attitude in his heart, and immediately recited the spell: "Shatter to pieces!"

The higher-level crushing spell erupted into a stronger red light and spread out, instantly tearing apart the sky full of paper that was blocking his sight.

"Armor protection!"

Out of the idea of ​​teasing Hart, Quirrell did not spread the power of the crushing spell, but instead changed it to a magic spell.

Hart breathed a sigh of relief, and his seemingly straight fist suddenly turned around. He jumped forward, hugged Quirrell's legs with both hands, and rolled out with him.

Under Quirrell's astonished gaze, Hart used all the wrestling and grappling fighting skills he had learned. Although it did not cause any effective damage, he tossed Quirrell's frail little body over and over again, just to prevent him from having any injuries. A chance to wave the wand accurately.

Hart also studied the Iron Armor Curse and discovered

One of the magical features of this spell is that although the Iron Armor Curse can defend against energy and physical attacks, the surface protection has no quality at all.

After several experiments with Hagrid, Hart developed such a set of one-on-one tactics, which is to use wrestling skills to make the opponent unable to stabilize.

Spells and gestures are necessary steps for ordinary wizards to cast spells. Only with these assistance can one use their own will combined with magic power to successfully release the spell.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was dead silence in the classroom. The two young wizards from the academy watched Hart lift Professor Quirrell up and then drop him like dough, their minds went blank.

Why did Hart suddenly start a fight with the professor?

Why was the professor held down and beaten by a little wizard?

Am I still awake?

The little wizards couldn't stop thinking wildly in their minds and were completely unaware of the fight between Hart and Quirrell. Whenever a spell went wrong, they sent it.

"enough!"

Although Quirrell's body was not injured at all, he was thrown more than ten times by a Muggle wizard, and Voldemort, who wanted to save face, finally became furious.

He cast a spell silently, releasing a spell whose origin was unknown.

Hart only felt an unknown force coming, his chest seemed to have been hit by a truck, and he flew out. His internal organs seemed to be slightly injured, and he spit out blood from his mouth.

He fell to the ground and didn't get up. On the one hand, he was relieving his pain, and on the other hand, he wanted to give Quirrell a break when he got close.

The sudden change in the battle situation caused everyone to exclaim. The little badgers who didn't know the truth moved forward without saying a word, wanting to protect Hart.

Hart fell to the ground and saw the little badgers swarming up again. He cried secretly in his heart. Although he was touched by the actions of his classmates to protect him, the time is not right, brothers!

Didn’t you see that Quirrell was going crazy?

Although he had no choice but to give up his plan of pretending to be dead, Hart stood up and waved his wand again.

"Yugale Ovisa! All petrified!"

Two consecutive spells flew out, and the surrounding debris floated into the air, hitting Quirrell. Then the petrification spell condensed the people and the connected spells together.

The petrification spell still failed to cause any harm to Quirrell, but the petrified debris formed a strong cage, temporarily trapping the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

After doing this, Hart turned around and ran out of the classroom. The moment he stepped out of the classroom door, the bell rang.

"Hart Woolley!"

After running a few steps, he heard an explosion from the classroom behind him. He knew clearly that Quirrell had broken his spell and chased after him, so he walked even faster.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!"

Hart yelled loudly to get out of the way of the young wizards who had just finished class in the corridor and not to get in the way of him running for his life to find his pursuers.

"Hart, what happened?"

The Weasley brothers, Hermione, Harry, and Justin, who were familiar with Hart, looked at his embarrassed look and wanted to stop him and ask him.

Hart twisted his body, dodged all the people who wanted to hold him, and continued running forward.

Amid everyone's confused gazes, Hart just ran over, and Quirrell, whose face was so dark that it was no different from ink, walked over again.

Then the third-grade badgers came rushing over again.

From these people, everyone learned the whole story.

"That's great, Hart is really awesome!" This is what the Weasley twins said.

"How can Professor Quirrell teach dark magic in class! Well, Hart shouldn't resist in such a way that violates school rules." This was Hermione's opinion.

"Wow, Hart is so powerful, can he fight with the professor?" This was the exclamation of Harry and those who didn't know Hart well.

"Come on, now is not the time to hold a summary meeting." Cedric interrupted everyone and said, "Everyone, hurry up and catch up. Don't let Professor Quirrell hurt Hart."

Everyone woke up from a dream and immediately followed Cedric.

Hart didn't know that Cedric and the others had also caught up, and he didn't care to be moved when he knew it, because he was already blocked by Quirrell at the door of a classroom with no one around.

"As for that? I just didn't cooperate with your magic mask demonstration, why are you so angry?"

Hart really didn't understand. He couldn't understand it from either Quirrell's or Voldemort's perspective.

Bao Shamei is a man who endures humiliation and cannot hold back his anger for a moment. This is not like the Dark Lord's style.

"I know I regret it now, it's too late." Quirrell's face was full of ferocious anger: "You have to pay for the words you insulted me in class."

"Drill the bones and carve out the heart!"

Green light came towards us, but Hart made no move, neither waving his wand nor avoiding it.

"Armor protection!"

The door behind Hart suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall's frightened and angry voice came out along with the red light of the armor spell: "Professor Quirrell, how dare you use such a vicious spell on the students in the school."