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At this time, Quirrell turned around slowly, with heavy dark circles on his face, he looked very haggard, "Miss Liquide." He walked forward step by step, "I think you can guess Find out why I'm here."

The life-extending blood tonic has been drunk, and in order to hang his life, Quirrell is determined to get the Philosopher's Stone. At this time, the Dark Lord behind his head is impatient, "Kill them."

Voldemort took direct control of Quirrell's body, his face on the back of his head desperately trying to turn away, "Crucio!" a green light flashed.

"Flying sand and rolling rocks!" I hurriedly interrupted the spell, but still made the boy in front of me suffer from the spell,

"Hiss, uhhhh..." Harry clutched his scar, bending over in pain.

"Harry!" I looked at him, "Ron..." I looked at Ron pleadingly, "Get him away."

The little red-haired wizard stomped anxiously on the spot, "But what do you do...God, what should we do now? Quirrell, he's crazy!" The face on the back of his head just now was as terrifying as a nightmare, He didn't even dare to look over there now.

"Protect all." Then I summoned my most trusted Cassandra, "Cassandra, please!"

The blond witch waved her wand with a look of disgust, and looked at Quirrell with a contemptuous look, "Look at the mess you made."

Ron looked at the witch who suddenly appeared, and then at Harry who was still in bed, "This? Merlin... I feel like I'm having a bad dream." He patted himself on the forehead.

After settling Harry and the others, I ran up to Quirrell decisively, "I hate it most when someone breaks the heart on me or my friends!" My elderberry pointed directly at Quirrell.

Voldemort sneered: "White wizards insist on boring. Their ridiculous fear of black magic, what love, what protection, are extremely hypocritical."

"Ah?" I couldn't understand it, but it didn't prevent me from casting the spell, "Cruciate!" Anyway, it's enough to fight back.

Then Quirrell ate my entire Cruciatus Curse on the spot, "Don't you know how to run far without flying sand?!" I was shocked by the Dark Lord's combat awareness. How could his handling methods compare to an entry duelist? Return food? !

"Ah, ah, Dumbledore should really let Dumbledore take a look. The person he trusts is such a wizard who uses black magic wantonly. You are all hypocritical!"

Several blows in a row drove this one body and two souls into a long-term madness. He began to cast some evil spells unconsciously. Cassandra put down her small mirror and yawned: "Get rid of this quickly! Li Kui Germany."

Her tone was fierce, as if someone else owed her a lot of money.

"I know, I know. The water dungeon!" I directly lifted Quirrell, who was going crazy there, with the water dungeon, and sent it to Cassandra's thundercloud.

Cassandra raised her wand and slashed.

Seeing Ron behind her straight back, it was terrible. The people summoned by Olivia were more ferocious than the other. He looked at Quirrell who was about to lose consciousness in the water prison, and shuddered.

Classmates are much scarier than dark wizards...

The spell casting time of the water prison is over, Quirrell fell from the top, he has fallen into a coma, the disgusted Cassandra opened it up, she straightened her beautiful blond hair, "Hurry up and settle these things back , your two friends lost a lot of points to the academy for finding you, hum." Her figure disappeared like Ivy, and I pretended not to see her red eye circles.

I'm immune to Cassandra's duplicity.

"He..." Ron pointed to Quirrell on the ground, "What are we going to do? Is this an attack on the professor?"

"Forget it, he's already like this..." Harry clutched the scar on his forehead that still hurt a little, and Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head was still awake, but he seemed unable to control Quirrell's body, he could only lie on the ground with a grim look .

Harry withdrew his eyes from looking at the back of Quirrell's head. The first half of this adventure was very interesting, but the appearance of Quirrell made this journey look like a horror movie.

It has to be said that no electric shock, flash, or scream can compare to the impact of this face.

Ron also had a bitter face: "I feel like I'm going to have a nightmare at night, it's terrible."

I took out the Dreamless Sleeping Potion from my bag and handed it to Ron: "It's okay, just drink this and it will be daytime when you open your eyes."

Ron shook his head, "The potion smells terrible! I can't tell which is scarier, the face that gave me nightmares or the potion taught by Professor Snape..."

As soon as he said that, my throat gushed out the terrible taste once again.

I directly stuffed the potion into his hand: "Grape-flavored! I'm not that cruel." I used to be able to drink the tasteless potion I made myself, since I drank Professor Snape's amazing potion. After taking the medicine, any potion I drank seemed to have the same taste as before, so I could only spend my time trying to make the potion taste like a drink.

Although Professor Snape scolded me for it.

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I really regret it to death, I shouldn't watch the challenge, I shouldn't open the barrage, I was angry with the barrage fisherman, a virtual game can also be a whole school confrontation, Sa Beining inhales oxygen.JPG

What is the battle between the lion and the snake? I am embarrassed to watch the bullet screen. I dug my feet into the fantasy castle and played games. Where did such a strange collective honor come from? Help, those rows of Slytherin sentences they posted on the hospital channel before It makes me very suffocated, just purely like snakes (because they are snakes, so they have a good impression of snakes) people who simply like green color don't understand these people's sense of honor, and those who mock snake yards are not good things... What's so good about standing in line with the college system of the WY branch school? Who doesn't have a few trumpets who are not in the same college?

Bababa babbled a lot of nonsense, alas, ignore my black mud, I will probably be googling tomorrow, and the time to watch the game at night is too long.