The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

As the book fell like a slab of stone, the scarf became slightly dented with the naked eye, and soon returned to its original shape.

The students next to her looked at the book in Qianqian's hand in surprise, thinking that she was a teacher who was saving the fire, and picked up a book in a hurry, which happened to be thick and exaggerated.

Fred and George finally squeezed in and pushed the other people on both sides of Sissy away. They were also stunned when they saw the book more than ten centimeters thick in her hand, and each took out a thicker textbook and joined the ranks of firefighters.

"Professor, don't move around, we'll help you put out the fire!" Fred roared, slapping the back of his head hard.

George was not to be outdone, he and Fred already cooperated tacitly, one after another, the book in his hand fell like a rainstorm.

Compared with them, Sissy's strength was a bit lacking, and the soft feeling of hitting the purple scarf made her feel even more annoyed.

"Voldemort, you old bastard, you hide in there, right? I can't beat you if you hide in there? Huh?"

Thinking of the dull feeling in her chest in the nightmare, and the powerless feeling of struggling but still unable to escape, Qianqian was furious, and the book in her hand was lifted high and fell heavily.

Little did they know that Voldemort's parasite was beyond recognition on the back of the hood and on the back of Quirrell's head.

Its facial features are formed by the strange wriggling parasitic worms crawling on the skull, pushing up the scalp, and it looks like it has begun to take on a human shape.

Quirrell landed on the back of his head when he tripped, and thanks to the protection of a thick hood, Quirrell himself was spared much damage.

But Voldemort under the scalp is different. The parasitic meat worm is fragile and usually relies on the host's body to protect itself.

Now, although there is a turban blocking the force, the strength has weakened a lot, but the parasites on the head have nowhere to escape.Even if Voldemort reacted quickly, lost his consciousness immediately, and pulled out a faint trace of magic power to protect the fleshy worm's body, I'm afraid that more than one worm's body would rupture and explode under this blow.

I thought the matter was over here, but there was a sudden shout of "fire" outside.

Immediately afterwards, a group of bastard children picked up large and small textbooks, and slapped their heads and faces at the place covered by blue flames.

What's more, the man's hands were unsteady, and the turban that was clearly aimed at was accidentally dropped by the book, which happened to hit Quirrell's nose.

In contrast, Sissy and the others are much more kind, and they have reached a consensus long ago, and in the Weasley brothers' opinion, doing so can avoid being seen by Quirrell to hold grudges.

From Sissi's point of view, the back of the head is the key point, okay?But someone else patted Chilo on the nose, and she applauded that person from the bottom of her heart.

After Voldemort forcibly drained the little magic power left, his consciousness became more and more blurred.Before changing, even though he was hiding behind the turban and couldn't see it, he knew the situation outside well with his perception ability.

But after controlling that trace of magical power to wrap around the parasitic meat worm, he no longer had the strength, and his remaining consciousness was like a candle in the wind, flickering on and off, and the candle was on the verge of going out many times.

In a daze, he only felt a slap on his face, especially a heavy blow with all his strength every few seconds, and he didn't know what to use for the slap, the power was better than a brick one chip.

Soon the magic power couldn't support it and collapsed in an instant. Quirrell's scalp obviously couldn't protect the fleshy worm's fragile body, but the fleshy worm couldn't leave the head, and fled crazily between the skull and the scalp.

The ruthless blows under the partnership of the three of Sissi took care of the entire scalp, and no one was spared.

When Voldemort was about to fall into a deep sleep powerlessly many times, he would be awakened by the pain, and the flesh worms were hit, squeezed, and burst, and the dark black paste broke out of the body.

"No!!!" Voldemort wanted to roar, but he was so weak now that he could only hum and pass out in pain.

In less than 1 minute, all the meat worms exploded and died, thin skin fragments and paste filled between the scalp and skull at the back of Quirrell's head.

Qianqian didn't notice such a change, and felt that her strength was blocked by the scarf, so she overdrawn her breastfeeding strength and took another shot.

If you take off the scarf, you can see that after the scalp is hit, there are layers of ripples like ripples. The paste wrapped inside is constantly stirred, and the encounter between the ripples creates layers of waves.

Voldemort, who was already dizzy from the pain, felt piercing pain in his mind, and the severe pain of his brain being stirred involuntarily woke him up again.

"Die, I want you all to die!"

Passed out again.

"Quirrell!!! I'm going to take your skin off!"

For the remaining 4 minutes, Voldemort was in agony, but he was no longer a living thing, he couldn't die if he wanted to, and he couldn't live if he wanted to.

The hellish torment finally came to an end when the last trace of ghostly fire on the turban was extinguished.

"Why so fast?" Sissy gritted her teeth and used her own body weight to take the final blow with all her strength. She had to stop before she could finish, and the expression on her face quickly changed to anxious and worried.

"Professor, Professor Quirrell," she pretended to be extremely anxious, and said pantingly as she crawled up to Quirrell with hands and feet, "We finally put out the fire, Professor, it's all right, it's gone out."

Fred and George glanced at each other, and had to admire Sissy's acting skills. The role change was too fast. She was the one who slapped the head the hardest just now, but now she seems to be the one who cares most about the victim.

"It's a natural piece of good material. Thanks to our help to carve it, it won't be buried." George had such an idea in his heart, and felt that Lacissie's decision to join the church was wise.

Fred had similar thoughts. He watched Sissy continue to act thoughtfully, and learned some of the essence of it.

Quirrell was still in shock, lying on the corridor with his eyes blank, his hands still clutching the scarf tightly, unaware that this nightmare was over.

This time the commotion was really big, but everyone only knew that Peeves made a kind of blue fire that was hard to extinguish. The fire didn't have high temperature, but no one had seen this thing before. If we let it go, we don't know what it would cause Consequences—no one wants to stand still while the flames around him consume them.

Sissi and the others' crazy behavior also had a reasonable explanation under such circumstances. They helped the professor put out the fire, but they were too emotionally stimulated and used too much force. It was not a violation of school rules at all, and they should even praise their bravery.

The scope of Peeves' prank was large this time, and a teacher was attacked. Dumbledore was alarmed and hurried over, followed by four professors, McGonagall, Flitwick, Snape, and Sprout.

Sissy tried to make Quirrell let go, but Quirrell was stunned, and when Sissy's hand was about to touch his turban, he screamed and scratched wildly.

Sissy couldn't dodge in time, a long bloodstain was drawn on her arm by his nails.