Hogwarts Elemental Destroyer

Too late is sooner than later.

William jumped forward instantly and drew out his wand with one hand.

The other hand took out the fighting doll and held it in his hand.

"Hahaha!"

"Why are you reacting like that?"

Carol's eyes turned into crescents when she smiled, and it was so interesting to look at William.

After seeing the person, William breathed a sigh of relief and put away his wand.

Confused: "Why are you here? Following me?"

"No! I just came here for a walk."

Carol explained with an innocent look.

"Haha!" William didn't believe it at all: "You took a walk into the Forbidden Forest."

"Aren't you the same? Or are you stalking people too?"

As she spoke, Carol looked towards the Forbidden Forest behind William.

The darkness of the Forbidden Forest was oppressive, save for a little glow from the lights of Hagrid's hut.

Towering ancient trees tens of meters high covered the moonlight.

Nothing but darkness.

"It's nothing, I just had a whim..."

Carol interrupted immediately: "Forget it, I even saw you stalking Hermione."

"Is this why you're following me?"

"Don't drop the subject. What's that in your hand? Let me take a look."

William was shocked.

I forgot to put away the fighting doll I just took out in desperation.

Before he could react, Carol walked around behind William and snatched the doll away.

"Give it to me!"

"No."

After just a few glances, Carol's face turned as red as an apple.

Without him.

The Arad fighting doll is designed based on a female fighter.

Perfectly retaining two great characteristics of female fighters.

Plus some revealing clothes.

Looks incredibly sexy.

"Bah! Smelly man."

William was also speechless for a while, it was what she wanted to see.

I even scolded him after reading it.

William was not afraid of Carol triggering the fighting doll.

It was something bound to the account, and no one else could use it except him.

It's just a doll in Carol's hands.

"Now that you've finished reading it, return it to me."

"No!"

"What else do you want to do, little girl?"

"No lust." Carol stuffed the fighting doll into her arms: "I confiscated this."

William absolutely couldn't bear this and immediately raised objections.

"No, I don't agree."

"why?"

"That's my thing."

"It's mine now."

"It... it's very special... it has a great commemorative meaning to me and I can't live without it."

As he said this, William wanted to reach out and take back the doll.

Unexpectedly, Carol stuffed the doll into her arms and said with a vigilant look: "What are you doing! You pervert, you go away."

After saying that, Carol quickly ran towards Slytherin.

There was still a triumphant smile on his face.

William felt his heart bleeding.

Two thousand gold coins!

That's two thousand gold coins!

Including his crafting fees, it is worth at least [-] gold coins.

Ahem!At least William thinks his handiwork is worth more than the materials.

Sooner or later, I will take back double the amount from the little girl.

"Classmate William, what are you doing here?"

William's body stiffened, and cold sweat slowly flowed down his hair.

He knew the owner of this voice.

I do a lot of research on weekdays, and it can be said that I am quite familiar with it.

William turned around slowly and said politely: "Professor, good evening."

Quirrell did not know when he appeared behind William.

After staring at William for a few times, a smile appeared on his face.

"Maybe we need to talk, come with me."

Quirrell turned and walked toward his office.

I wasn’t worried at all that William wouldn’t be able to keep up.

In fact, William had no choice.

Now he has no ability to resist in front of Quirrell.

The moment he heard Quirrell's voice, William quickly browsed the mall.

As long as you can afford all the resistance potions, buy them immediately.

Use directly.

Another fighting doll was also held in William's arms.

At this moment, William could only try not to think about Voldemort.

There are so many secrets about him.

Neither past lives nor the DNF system can be known to anyone.

William could only pray that Voldemort would not use Pinch Mind on him.

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two of them walked into Quirrell's office one after another.

Quirrell had just gotten all the clues to the Philosopher's Stone, and Voldemort's plan was progressing smoothly, and he looked relatively relaxed.

"Just sit down."

William could only pull out the chair and did it bravely.

Now he behaves like a student caught at night, a little reserved.

"Does Professor Quirrell have anything to do with me?" William asked tentatively.

"Did you know that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden to students, especially freshmen?"

"I know, I'm just worried about Hermione."

Hermione!It was the little girl who was with Harry in the library in the afternoon.

Quirrell remembered that there was indeed such a person, but at that time all his attention was on Harry and he didn't care much about anyone else.

"She went to the Forbidden Forest? When?"

William shook his head: "They went to find Hagrid, and Harry and Ron. It was during dinner."

"It's so fast!" Quirrell murmured.

I have begun to communicate with another person in my heart.

"Great Master, it seems that Snape and others already know about Hagrid, but they went there during dinner, so no one should have seen me."

Quirrell also got a response in his heart.

"Those are not important. When I checked Harry's memory, I found that this little boy was looking for clues about the Sorcerer's Stone. Maybe he knows something."

"Master, why don't you directly pinch his mind?"

"You're teaching me how to do things!" Voldemort's sudden anger frightened Quirrell. He snorted coldly, but chose to explain that there was no other way. Now he could only rely on Quirrell: "I am very weak and I have to retain my magic power."

Quirrell was also helpless.

You are weak and you teach me the magic!

But Voldemort never mentioned the curse of pinching the mind.

That's one of his core magic spells, and it's not something that can be taught easily.

Even if it was taught, Quirrell wouldn't be able to play without his attainments in the soul.

Maybe he will cause a big mess by pinching his spiritual thoughts.

"When I was in the library, I saw you reading Nicolas Flamel's biography. Are you very interested in him?" Quirrell did not choose to ask directly, intending to make a roundabout way.

"I'm writing a novel, and there are rumors that he lived to be 665 years old. I'm a little curious and want to add him to my book."

"Then have you found the reason?"

"The book says that it is the effect brought by the magic stone. He is the maker of the magic stone, and the last magic stone is in his hand."

"that's it?"

William tried his best to think about it, shook his head and said: "No, there is only that page describing Nicholas Flamel in the book."

There was a little disappointment in Quirrell's eyes.