Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Gradually, Quirrell's momentum became stronger and stronger.

Under Sebastian's magical perception, more and more red spots of light emanated from Quirrell's body.

very good!

Sebastian nodded with satisfaction. As long as Quirrell had the courage to resist and the power of love, the spell he had researched would be useful.

It was a love spell he developed based on the basic runes representing love left by Ravenclaw.

Its greatest function is to evoke and amplify the power of love in people's hearts, and use this love as a shield to resist the erosion of evil thoughts.

It would be perfect to use it against the half-dead Voldemort.

As the substance representing love around Quirrell grew thicker and thicker, it gradually began to compete with the evil emanating from Voldemort.

Sebastian realized that the time had come, and he pointed his wand at Quirrell.

"Mind Shield!"

In an instant, Quirrell's mind was filled with beautiful memories of the past.

He thought about the first time he received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts;

The first time I went to Ollivanders to buy a wand came to mind;

I thought of the Hogwarts Express I saw when I first arrived at Platform 9 3/4;

He thought of his roomful of flower specimens;

He thought of Professor Flitwick, who recommended him to stay on as a teacher after he became an outstanding graduate;

Thinking of my parents waiting for me in my hometown...

These loving scenes completely aroused Quirrell's desire to live.

He longed to go to Northern Europe again to see the Aurora Borealis;

Longing to chase the rainbow after the rain;

Longing to experience the beauty of the starry sky;

Longing to see tomorrow's sunrise;

longing for another Hogwarts breakfast;

I long to go to the Forbidden Forest again and make a flower specimen to give to Professor Flitwick...

"Quirinus, come on!"

Seeing Quirrell's increasingly determined expression, Professor Flitwick clenched his fists and encouraged Quirrell over and over again in his sharp voice.

Harry gradually realized that Professor Quirrell was coerced by Voldemort to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Immediately, he put aside his past grudges and shouted to Quirrell, "Professor Quirrell, come on! Don't let Voldemort succeed."

Amid the cheers from all around him, Quirrell's desire to live completely transformed into the courage and strength to resist.

He used his own body as a battlefield and bravely tried for the first time to stop Voldemort from sucking away his life force.

As the resistance progressed, Quirrell was surprised to find that Voldemort was able to absorb less and less life force.

He felt an unprecedented power surging in his body, that was his own strength, his determination not to give in.

With every resistance, Voldemort's draining power became weaker, until finally he could no longer drain any of his own life force.

This discovery made Quirrell suddenly realize.

original,

Voldemort's power is so weak now.

original,

What I have always been afraid of is this weak monster.

original,

You can completely be the master of your own life!

At this moment, in Sebastian's perception, Quirrell used the shield of love to completely resist the evil emanating from Voldemort.

very good!

It seems that the spell I researched was quite successful.

Next, it’s time for a satisfying counterattack.

Voldemort, you who survives on malice, prepare to be cleansed by Quirrell's love.

Sebastian stretched out his wand and waved it gently at Quirrell. The ice that wrapped Quirrell instantly shattered and disappeared completely.

Quirrell felt a freedom he had never felt before, as if the weight of the darkness was about to be lifted.

He looked at Sebastian gratefully, and immediately, a strong anger towards Voldemort rose in his heart.

He clenched his fists, staggered to his feet, his eyes burning with uncontrollable anger.

"call......"

Quirrell let out a long breath and roared the loudest he had ever roared in his life.

"Voldemort!"

"Get off my head!!!"

Then, as if he had learned it by himself, he controlled the shield that appeared in his mind and attacked Voldemort firmly.

Hearing Quirrell's roar, Professor Flitwick jumped up excitedly.

Who says Ravenclaws don't have courage?!

Look at our Chi Luo, he is no worse than anyone else now.

Child, you will definitely succeed!

Harry stared at Professor Quirrell, his eyes wide open.

His palms were sweaty because of nervousness, and he just prayed silently that Professor Quirrell could drive away the possessed Voldemort.

Unlike the excited Professor Flitwick and the nervous Harry, Sebastian was completely relieved at this moment.

In his magical perception, the shield made of love grew bigger and bigger.

Driven by Quirrell's anger, the shield slapped Voldemort's face again and again, dispersing much of his malice.

Sensing that Voldemort's breath had weakened, Sebastian was completely relieved.

It worked!

Chilo did it!

Although Voldemort in this state cannot be completely destroyed, this kind of overwhelming love is also something Voldemort cannot tolerate.

"No! Quirrell, how dare you!" Voldemort could no longer stand it. At this moment, he felt like he had fallen into a raging fire, and his entire face was burning.

He had never felt this uncomfortable feeling again since he became worse than a ghost.

For the first time, Voldemort considered leaving Quirrell's body.

He struggled to leave the back of Quirrell's head, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he turned into a ball of something like steam and shadow.

"Voldemort!"

Seeing Voldemort and Quirrell's bodies separated, Harry could no longer suppress the hatred in his heart. He raised his wand and pointed it at Voldemort who was floating in the air.

"All petrified!"

Unfortunately, Harry's spell passed directly through Voldemort's steam-like body and did not cause him any trouble.

"Hmph!" Voldemort floated in the air without uttering a single harsh word. He just looked deeply at everyone present, then turned into a gust of wind and flew towards the exit.

Seeing Voldemort leave, Quirrell's courage seemed to disappear completely, and his whole body collapsed instantly.

He first said thank you to Sebastian, then fell to his knees beside Professor Flitwick, hugged him and cried.

"Thank you for saving me. I survived!"

Qi Luo's tears burst out like a dam, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered in the past year.

"It's okay. It's completely okay." Professor Flitwick didn't despise Quirrell at all for his tears. He just patted his back gently and let him cry in his arms.

"You did a great job, Quirinus, I'm so proud of you!"

Sebastian stood quietly aside with Harry, not interrupting the moment of peace between the teacher and student.

He didn't step forward until Quirrell's crying gradually faded.

Hey!

Harvest season is here!

Sebastian patted Quirrell's shoulder and smiled.

"Professor Quirrell, let's face it."

"You are now completely on Voldemort's blacklist. Once he is resurrected, he will definitely kill you in a minute."

Hearing Sebastian's words, Quirrell stopped crying completely.

This reality was so cruel that it made him shiver all over, as if he had been frozen by Sebastian's spell again.

He raised his head and looked at Sebastian in horror, as if silently accusing him - how could you say such cold words with your mouth open at 36 degrees?

Meeting Quirrell's horrified gaze, Sebastian smiled gently.

"I can keep your whole family safe."

"The prerequisite is that you work for me for the next thirty years."

"Would you like to consider this, Professor Quirrell?"

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