Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Split into pieces!" The lanky wizard flicked his wand, and a spell flew straight to the big tree where Quirrell was hiding.

"boom!"

There was an explosion and Quirrell was thrown over and fell to the ground.

"You damn guy...actually killed Pomano!" The tall and lanky wizard stepped forward, picked up his wand and was about to hit Quirrell with the Cruciatus Curse.

But Quirrell was not a good person. He saw the lanky wizard approaching and immediately took out the pistol in his arms and shot the lanky wizard neatly.

"boom!"

The muzzle flames and smoke billowed, and the metal bullets spun out from the barrel of the gun, shattering the morning wind in the air and shattering the reckless wizard's head.

"Karan!"

The pock-marked wizard screamed in surprise, then swung his wand quickly: "Cruciato and gouging out the bones!"

"what!"

Quirrell once again experienced the feeling of the Cruciatus Curse, but it seemed that because Rozier had released the Cruciatus Curse before, this Cruciatus Curse did not make him lose consciousness like the last time.

Of course, this doesn't seem like a good thing.

"Ah!" Quirrell screamed and struggled on the ground. He couldn't hold the pistol in his hand anymore. As he rolled, it slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground.

"You damn dirty thing!" Pockmarked face said angrily. The death of his companion had completely driven the wizard of the Wu Cult Party crazy.

The wand in his hand almost never stopped, and along with the Cruciatus Curse one after another, he also released various other black magic.

Seeing Quirrell's miserable appearance, the anger in his heart did not disappear at all, but luckily... Fortunately, there was a trace of reason that still reminded him that he had to take this damn guy to Rozier Manor.

"Just wait, Rozier will make you regret living and doing these things." He said with a pockmarked face, but he had no intention of stopping the torture.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

For a moment, Quirrell's screams echoed throughout the plain.

"Qui Luo, you idiot..." A cold voice sounded in Quilo's mind. It was obvious that Quilo's reckless and stupid behavior had aroused the dissatisfaction of the mysterious man.

"Help...save...save me..." Quirrell struggled to say. His voice was not only clearly heard by the cold voice, but also by the pockmarked face.

"Save you?" Mazi shook his head with disdain, then kicked Quirrell in the abdomen, kicking him several meters away and hitting a tree trunk.

"You can live if Rozier asks you to live. If Rozier asks you to die, then you can only die!"

The pockmarked face's torture seemed to have really reached its limit, and he was ready to take this damn guy back to Paris.

But the cold voice seemed to have no intention of helping. Instead, he continued to curse Quirrell in his mind: "Your stupidity and ridiculous sympathy have dragged you into this abyss."

"Quirrell, you are the stupidest Death Eater I have ever seen."

Listening to the ridicule in his mind, Quirrell felt sad for a moment... He didn't expect that he would end up... because of something like this.

To save an ordinary person?

That's all...that's fine...at least in the minds of some people, I might still have a good impression, right?

Quirrell closed his eyes and was silent for a long time, but was surprised to find that nothing seemed to happen.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Keira and a long stick in her hand, which spurted flames and erupted in violent smoke.

In the smoke and dust, the pock-marked wizard still wanted to resist, but an invisible heavy hammer hit him and knocked him away. He rolled like a ball of rags and fell to the grass lifeless.

"Ha...ha..." Quirrell stood up slowly despite the pain, and then saw Keira with a face full of dust and blood. She was so similar to the boy he tortured...

"Ah..." Quirrell felt his head suddenly hurt, and he half-knelt on the ground and covered his head.

"Are you okay?" Keira's voice came. She rushed over and hugged Quirrell, and then comforted: "They... they are dead..."

"..."

It seemed that because of the hug or other reasons, Quirrell's pain was relieved a lot, and the boy's appearance and Keira's appearance flashing in front of his eyes slowly overlapped...

Yes, maybe I did something wrong at that time?

Quirrell didn't think too much. Keira pulled him up and leaned against the tree. Quirrell felt much better.

He looked at Keira and nodded slightly: "You...you must have a lot of questions, right?"

Keira showed a slightly bitter smile: "It's hard not to have problems..."

…………

Late at night, the two of them were sitting in the living room. The injuries on Quirrell and Keira had been bandaged. Even those that could not be healed in a short time were treated by Quirrell with his wand.

Quirrell finally got a magic wand from the three witch sects. Holding this small wooden stick in his hand gave him no less sense of security than holding a pistol.

"So the wizard's stories are all true, right?" Keira asked, "I thought they were just stories."

"It's true." Quirrell nodded: "And... it's much crueler than the story."

"I...I can see it..." Keira glanced outside the window. There was a fire there, and the bodies of the three Wiccan Party members were burning in it.

"It's time for me to go." Quirrell said slowly, knowing that if he stayed here any longer... he might cause more trouble.

"You have to leave here too." Quirrell said: "It's too dangerous here..."

"I know..." Keira nodded slightly. She realized how terrifying these wizards were, and she would not forget them for a long time.

"Maybe I can go to my aunt's house first...it'll be safe there."

"Is that so?" Quirrell nodded slightly: "Get your weapons..."

"Are you leaving now?" Keira thought for a moment and asked again. She looked at Quirrell wearing a mask and shook her head: "Why are they chasing you?"

"Debt." Quirrell just said one word, then shook his head and stood up: "Because I owe the same debt as them."

"This debt is called sin."

"Sin?" Keira murmured to herself, and then watching Quirrell get up, she thought for a while and took out a small box from the drawer.

"Maybe you'll need this..." she said.

It was a small box of bullets, the pistol she had decided to give to Quirrell.

"..." Quirrell looked at the box of bullets and was silent for a few seconds, then said: "Thank you."

"Of course...I have a bigger gun."

Quirrell looked at Keira and smiled softly after she finished speaking and then said: "Goodbye, Keira."

Then he slowly raised his wand and pointed it at the woman, his eyes flashing with complexity and a little helplessness.

Looking at the wand, Keira was slightly startled.

"Quirrell?"

Starlight is the most complicated light, a foil to the moon, and can never see its true light... What about people who have lost their humanity?Maybe it's like a color mixed in between black and white.

That is...exquisite but indifferent gray.