This is the first time he has used this spell to its fullest power since Gawain "developed" it.

Quirrell trembled almost visibly, covering his ears with his hands, not only ignoring the pickled turban, but also nearly throwing his wand on the ground.

The turban shook lightly twice, and flew down the small crack in the door into Gawain's hand.

But Gawain couldn't be happier.

- Professor Dumbledore was too slow to come.

Although he arranged this "revenge" plan, he always had a clear and accurate understanding of his strength. With a few little tricks, he can make Professor Quirrell look embarrassed.

But speaking of frontal combat...

If he had been beaten, would he have hid in the trophy showroom? With Gawain's temperament, he would have already clenched his fist and blasted that bald head.

"Waste, let me do it!"

The face on the back of Quirrell's head said angrily, and before he saw him do anything, Gawain suddenly felt that he had lost contact with the "stereo" witch ghost.

"The hosts... I beg your pardon... Your servant. Your power shouldn't be wasted here..."

Quirrell raised his wand violently, and a black light shot out, engulfing all of Gawain's orbs of light. But as if he was about to cry, he fell to his knees.

"Gavin White, are you right? Give up those useless little tricks, like a... Knight. That's right, like the knight you say, come out and face me. ”

That face.

Or Tom Riddle, shout loudly.

"What are you expecting? Think Dumbledore's old bee will come in time? Give up! he's got bigger problems to solve!"

Riddle said to himself, mixed with Quirrell's sobs, looking particularly cold.

But Riddle's words undoubtedly chilled Gawain's heart, and he suddenly realized his arrogance.

- He's smart, but he's not stupid either, especially someone like Riddle who almost overturned the wizarding world.

Of course, this is not a wake-up call, but a reminder.

"When did you find out? Let me guess, that Friday night was right? I suddenly felt that I was being watched, what prop did you use? But why didn't you expose it to Dumbledore?"

The voice echoed through the hallway, and Riddle walked towards the trophy showroom. Gawain also retreated a little and exited through the other exit.

"That's right, there's no proof! In just an instant, I've put on this damn cursed turban, how can you see it!

Of course, the suspicious old bee would never believe a little wizard. It looks peaceful, but it always makes people want to cast a curse to see if he will be angry!"

Suddenly, a red light flashed.

The wooden door to the trophy showroom was smashed.

Wood stubble flies.

"Someone like you, genius, smart, who wants to explore the power of magic, why should you refuse my invitation?

Riddle's voice suddenly became louder, as if it had pierced through the wall, and sounded directly in Gawain's ears.

"Joining you?" means becoming like Quirrell, Professor, is power so precious? It's even worth giving up your hairline!"

Gawain replied that he had hidden in the corner of the hallway, next to the entrance to the secret passage.

He's not a fool.

Although he didn't know why, Gawain was sure that Riddle was clearly stalling for time.

As for rushing out gloves and throwing them in his face?

Now at most, it is not profitable.

But if he goes out, he won't be able to beat him.

That's a miserable loss.

"No, I should say that I made a lot of money. ”

Gawain resolutely corrected his opinion.

His accomplishments are enough to be written in The History of Magic.

"Quirinas, our little friend said, I don't want to be like you. Do you regret it, do you resent it?"

Riddle laughed out loud.

But he didn't go any further.

"How dare I, master, how dare I! This is all I am willing to pay, if it weren't for my qualifications, you should have received more. ”

Quirrell covered his face with ten fingers, his nails nearly scratching his skin.

"In the caves of Albania, Quirinas realized the truth of this world - power. With it, you can do whatever you want.

Gauvin White, do you feel it? Your gift? To us, magic is not a sacred, it's a toy!"

Gawain saw Quirrell raise his hand and shrink his head sharply. In the next second, a scarlet light shot out and hit the stone slab next to his feet.

He wanted to run a little, but he felt that if he ran now, it would be a little unseemly.

"Surrender to me, and I will impart strength to you, and give you status, and your future will be under me alone! We have a guest here. ”

Quirrell spun around sharply, sending Riddle's face straight to Gawain, who was laughing insolently.

At the end of the hallway, the sound of fast but regular footsteps sounded. That kind of footsteps, the whole of Hogwarts belongs to only one person.

—Severus Snape.

"White!

Snape stepped out of the hallway and frowned at Gawain hiding in the corner.

But before he could finish his words, he froze in place, covering his left arm vigorously, his face full of pain.

"Severus, my good Severus.

I thought you had forgotten about me. ”

The corners of Riddle's mouth curled up, as if in greeting, but without a hint of a smile.

"Master, I didn't expect you to come. ”

Even though he hadn't seen Riddle, Snape's sallow face suddenly turned pale.

He was half-on his knees, panting.

"Eleven, eleven years, you made a home at Hogwarts, but you forgot your master, didn't you?

Threatening Quirinus and preventing him from casting a curse on Harry Potter, do you want to protect Potter and the Mudbloods!"

Riddle snapped, but didn't go any further.

This made Gawain feel a little puzzled.

"But there are no secret passages or anything like that?"

Gawain secretly guessed, but was confused.

He dared to swear that he remembered the secret passage on the fourth floor recorded on the map.

In the past, around the corner, there was only one washroom.

But Riddle didn't look like he wanted to wash his face, or Quirrell needed to wash the back of his head.

"Master, I didn't know it was you. ”

Professor Snape replied weakly.

But only Gawain, who could see his face, knew that Professor Snape had let go of his left arm and was struggling to reach for his wand, blood oozing from his lips.

Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down his forehead.

"Traitors should pay the price. ”

Riddle (Quirrell) suddenly raised his left arm, and a black and blood-red glow condensed there.

"Not good!"

A thought crossed Gawain's mind for a moment.

What the hell is decent, can you eat it?

He jerked Professor Snape's waist.

“Arresto Momentum!”

(Slowing Spell)

With a wave of his wand, Gawain jumped, and then pointed his wand straight in front of him, "Expulso", and the blue fire flew backwards with the two of them.

“Accio Scalf！”

In a flash of inspiration, Gawain waved his wand, and the white scarf flew towards him like a swallow.

"Protego!"

Professor Snape labored to speak, and an invisible, milky white wall stood in front of them.

Black-red flames burst out.

Silently swept everything.