Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 137 Three Dozens of Voldemorts (Two Dozens)

(The title of the previous chapter was wrong, it should be—[Three Dozens of Voldemort ([-])])

"Stupid!"

"Burning flames!"

Immediately, two spells were shot from Quirrell's wand one after another. First, a red light hit McGuffin's original position, and then a circle of flames burned, trying to trap him in place.

It seems that Quirrell still grabbed the MacGuffin instead of using powerful black magic.

I flash!

I flash again!
McGuffin rolls and performs a snakeskin walk, dodging two of Quirrell's spells.

"Clear water slowly!"

He hastily used the [Water Charm] to extinguish the burning sparks on his robe.

It won't last long like this, and it can't go on like this.

—There is no other way!

McGuffin invested his talent points in the talent of [Infinite magic (huo) force (li) burst]. (Because the Philosopher's Stone complements the talent of complete mutation)

--This is……? ?

The moment McGuffin finished doing this, the translucent bright red stone in his hand began to emit a faint red light, and as time passed, it became brighter and more dazzling, almost printing half of the room red.

Quirrell froze, watching this scene.At this time, his face was also stained with a layer of red light.

"Idiot... stop him quickly... this little wizard is consuming the magic power in the Philosopher's Stone..." Voldemort gave an order to Quirrell.

"Strong and loose!"...

Quirrell ignored Harry's rushing up, and he turned Harry back with a silent spell, then focused all his attention on McGuffin, and cast a lot of evil spells at him at the same time.

"Armor protection!"

A translucent, silver-white giant armor suddenly emerged in mid-air, wrapping the McGuffin, counteracting all the curses issued by Quirrell, and rebounding. (The style of the armor is almost exactly the same as those placed in the corridor above)
When McGuffin used this spell, a feeling of incomparable excitement flowed through his body. At this moment, he seemed to have infinite magic power, feeling that he could do anything, everything...

As long as McGuffin casts a spell—when he concentrates his attention, will, and imagination, he can feel that his magic power in this state is unprecedentedly large, and he can easily change the effect of his magic...and the display on the system will also change...

[Flashing Fluorescence (Expert) → (Master)]

[Levitation spell (expert) → (master)]

[Blazing Flame (Basic) → (Master)]

Almost all skills on the panel can be upgraded to (Master) level, and some are even more powerful.

The [Protection Curse] just now had an effect of this level.

"Piercing to the bone!"

"Fractured!"

Quirrell saw that these spells didn't work, and he didn't care about the possibility of harming the McGuffin's body, so he started to shoot some powerful [curse] at McGuffin one after another.

[Armor Protection Curse] After resisting the two curses, the visible to the naked eye gradually dimmed, and it seemed that it could no longer hold on.

The situation is getting more and more critical!

Although McGuffin knew that he might be able to use another armor protection spell, or a more powerful protection spell to delay time... But his state is unsustainable, and the magic power provided by the Sorcerer's Stone is limited, not to mention that when he invested his talent points, the system displayed [Magic Burst] with a countdown of [3:00] minutes, which undoubtedly told McGuffin that he can only maintain this state for 3 minutes. ...His fate can be imagined, it will be very bad.

Even though McGuffin has the 'hack' to improve his strength, but in a head-to-head battle... the winning rate is still very small.

But fortunately, there is also an 'artifact' to deal with Voldemort-the iron baby with a face (Harry Potter).

Moreover, due to the talent bonus given by the blood curse, and under the influence of the Sorcerer's Stone, certain black magic and ancient magic spells can even be upgraded to... [Soul Imperius Curse (Mastery) → (Extraordinary)]

Such a situation made McGuffin slap his head, and a good idea came up in the "light bulb"...to maximize Harry's "role"!
"The soul is out of the body"!
The Imperius Curse came to Harry again.

(By the way, the Imperius Curse on Harry earlier was because McGuffin had planned it a long time ago, and he deliberately shot sideways... The Imperius Curse gave Harry an order...Harry and Quirrell must keep a certain distance...If this distance is exceeded, Harry will take a "face" action against Quirrell... After that, McGuffin always kept a distance of more than three meters from Quirrell, just in case... It really came in handy just now.)
Not much to say, after the Imperius Curse hit Harry, he straightened up like a carp, and turned over neatly.

He opened his chest, clenched his fists tightly, put his left hand flat on his chest, raised his right hand, stretched out to face Voldemort's face, opened his fist, and made a hook movement, a very contemptuous greeting.

Harry is now posing with a 'Bruce Lee' style boxing frame in this movie, which looks full of lethality and a sense of strength, but the extremely well-developed and fit deltoid muscles are almost exposed...

oh!Maybe not!
McGuffin used the [Soul Imperius Curse] to turn Harry into Bruce Lee—he used the skills and power he thought Bruce Lee had, and poured the magic power given to him by the Sorcerer's Stone into reality into Harry's body in the form of [Imperial Soul Curse].

——I hope it can be successful, don't be a showman... As long as he has one-third of the strength of 'Bruce Lee', with the protection spell left in his body by Harry's mother, he can also deal with Voldemort.

McGuffin didn't expect anything like "three punches to beat Voldemort", KO Voldemort, etc... He just hoped that Harry would take advantage of his Voldemort's nemesis, and with the pair of iron fists full of "killing" for Voldemort, under the blessing of Bruce Lee, he could weaken Quirrell more efficiently.

So that I can find a chance to find a spell to turn it into ashes in this state.

"what!……"

Harry's signature strange cry of "Bruce Lee" rushed up in an instant, and at a distance of two meters, he came to Quirrell in a blink of an eye. Before he could react, he was kicked in the chest.

boom!
This kick made Quirrell, without knowing the situation, fly high and was thrown three meters away.

— it looks painful!

McGuffin shivered, he hadn't expected it to be so useful.

But just now, it would be even better to hit the face with hands (a Bruce Lee punch), which has both magic damage (the two skins are in contact) and physical damage...

McGuffin pointed his wand at Harry, and strengthened his own thoughts and knowledge of Bruce Lee to Harry through the [Imperius Curse].

"Harry, don't resist and resist... just keep it like this... I can make you able to deal with Voldemort and Quirrell..."

McGuffin saw that his [Imperius Curse] was resisted by Harry's deep thoughts and will, so he hurriedly shouted.

There was only a hazy feeling left in Harry's mind, that everything was so joyful, especially when he saw himself kicking Voldemort a few meters away, he felt an indescribable excitement.

This is a heartfelt satisfaction, like finally eating a large piece of dark chocolate full of energy when the stomach is so hungry that it can be burned.

But deep down, Harry still wanted to reject the feeling that he was being controlled, and a voice in his heart refuted this feeling, trying to wake him up.

At this time, McGuffin's voice came from afar... Tell him not to resist, or the spell will fail... Quirrell's end just now really dispelled Harry's doubts, so he began to follow his body's instincts.

——In this way, he was surprised to find that he could do far more than what he just did.

On the other side, Quirrell was lying on the ground in disbelief, screaming in humiliation, and struggling furiously to get up from the ground.

"Harry Potter, I should have killed you from the start..."

——I was actually knocked to the ground by this idiot Harry in the same way as a Muggle fight.

(Although he also knew that this was what McGuffin did by relying on the [Imperius Curse],...but depending on the situation, Harry is the first trouble he has to face now...)
Quirrell felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head. He knew that Voldemort was extremely dissatisfied with him. If he couldn't solve the situation immediately, I'm afraid...

"Avada Suo Life Curse!"

Quirrell no longer hesitated, and yelled directly at Harry.

A green light shot from his wand.

Harry's eyes were fixed on Quirrell's movements. The moment Quirrell swung his wand, his body fell to the side like a cheetah.

——[Killing Curse] was flashed over.The ground was hit by the green light, and a pothole was smashed out.

"...was flashed past..."

Quirrell opened his mouth wide open (⊙o⊙), his eyes were round, it was simply 'Fantasy', he had never heard of such a thing.

When Quirrell was stunned for a moment, Harry rushed forward, as fast as if he had two broomsticks under his feet.In the blink of an eye, he was in front of him.

When Quirrell remembered that he could rely on silent spells, cast those little spells to trap Harry in the uniform, and then kill Harry.

He no longer has this chance.

"Acridine (a) - hit!"

This strange sound, as if it came from Harry's chest, was strong and powerful, and it was accompanied by punches and punches.

——acridine hit-hit-da-da-da-da!beat! (Happy voice in McGuffin's heart)
First, Quirrell was hit hard in the stomach. He felt like someone was hitting him with a hammer. At that time, his head was hit by this heavy blow to the point where he doubted his life, and it went blank. After that, he didn't have time to resist or dodge... The fists with great power fell on his face, chin, and forehead one after another like raindrops...

For just a short moment, he could feel the fire-like burning pain that erupted from that fist when it came into contact with his skin. (Quirrell's face seemed to be scorched, with blisters in the shape of fist marks, and of course there were bluish-purple marks from the beating, the two were mixed together.)
He howled in pain.

"O master—my face—my face!"

The scar on Harry's head ached painfully, and he felt as if his head was about to split in two, as if someone had split his skull with an ax... Under this pain, Harry's mind was awakened.

But... His body was completing the final set of movements under the inertia of an unknown instinct.

Harry turned and kicked Quirrell on the head with three legs, and slammed it on the ground.

boom! — kick!
boom! — two feet!
Bang! — Three legs!
Quirrell felt as if he was being pressed on his head by a dragon's buttocks, and he was hit hard, his eyes went dark, and he passed out directly.

[The first round—Magic KO Kung Fu!Li Sanjiao wins! 】

After all this was done, for some reason, Harry flipped his nose vigorously with his thumb.

(He thinks this action is really cool,...extremely cool, especially after 'him' beats Quirrell/Voldemort so fat.)
"This is probably going to hurt..." McGuffin, who was watching from the side, never thought that his idea would actually have such a good effect.

After Harry confirmed that Quirrell was completely unconscious, he was relieved, although he was still full of doubts about McGuffin and had various problems.

(Why on earth did he mix with Quirrell/Voldemort? You really want to ask what the [Blood Curse] is from Voldemort Quirrell? What happened to the Sorcerer's Stone...),

But... At the end of the conversation, Harry thought that this was his privacy after all, and McGuffin would naturally tell him when he wanted to tell him, and after treating Voldemort and Quirrell like that, Harry fully confirmed that his friend who couldn't understand was indeed not with Quirrell and other dark wizards, so Harry could only ask one of the topics he was most interested in.

"What the hell was that spell just now... This is also..." Harry patted his leg lightly as he said, as if he couldn't believe that he had defeated Voldemort just like that.

"Be careful!" McGuffin suddenly shouted at Harry nervously.

"Harry Potter!" said the hoarse voice, high and grim.

A strong force struck, knocking Harry to a distance of one meter and knocking him unconscious.

McGuffin saw Quirrell leave his feet off the ground and float up in a strange posture, as if something hooked his body and pulled him up out of thin air.

Quirrell's body seemed to be hung with invisible lines, like a puppet being manipulated, his limbs twisted, he held the wand unnaturally, raised it over his chest, and shot a red light and hit Harry.

"It's such a waste... I have to do it myself..." Quirrell's mouth opened and closed, and the mechanical movement was very strange.

This made McGuffin feel that the sound did not come from his mouth.

The whites of his eyes fully occupied the entire eyeball, and bloodshots quickly spread in it, emitting a faint red light.

And the whole face is like a melting candle... Densely packed, blood vessels as thin as a cow's hair continue to extend from the back of the head, and they are tightly stretched, black, and gather more and more, almost forming a black oily mask that is extremely oozing.

When everything stabilized, these blood vessels, these weird things... gradually receded from that face, and the face that once belonged to Voldemort appeared in front of McGuffin.

A pale face, a pair of sparkling red eyes, a nose as flat as a snake, with two slits for nostrils...

—Snake face Voldemort completely occupied Quirrell's body.

"Harry come!"

"Avada Suo Life Curse!"

Seeing his two red eyes staring at Harry and raising his wand, McGuffin felt bad, and immediately took the first step to use the Flying Charm, dragging the unconscious Harry to the back of McGuffin.

Seeing that the [Killing Curse] didn't hit Harry, McGuffin was relieved.

But this was not the time to relax, because he was now facing a more serious situation than before - he looked up at Voldemort's bright red eyes, that iconic snake face, which made McGuffin even more speechless and distressed.

I'm so...

Is this Dragon Ball...?
It also has a second transformation!
Quirrell is dead, and Voldemort...

After Voldemort is over, who else... Frieza?
besides? ...Dumbledore...where the hell are you?

　Add a thousand words every day, slowly accumulate, and hope to make up the 8000 words this month.

　　The title of the previous chapter was misspelled, it should be [One of the Three Dozens of Voldemorts].

　　
　
(End of this chapter)