Ling Zifeng touched his scratched forehead, and his heart was slightly cold. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This guy in front of him is a real magician, he is no more brainless creature than the mountain monster.

Ling Zifeng was thinking about how to deal with the current situation in his heart, and when he didn't pay attention, he caught a glimpse of the three students beside him who were trembling and raising their wands.

Suddenly, he remembered the time when Harry and Ron had stunned the mountain monster.

He had seen the mountain monster stunned by a crappy hovering charm, and had a vague idea of how the mage would fight. At this moment, the crisis looked at the wands raised by the three students, and the vague thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

No one says that magicians must be honest in battle, and they must use magic to directly call the enemy, right? As long as you can knock your opponent down, you don't need to miss any opportunity that you can exploit.

He found that he was like a martial arts master, and suddenly realized what martial arts were true, and his eyes shone brightly. Ling Zifeng made up his mind in his heart, grabbed a copper candlestick beside him and smashed it at Quirrell without a head.

"Huh~" The candelabra big horn flew straight to the door of Chilo.

Quirrell was stunned by his gratuitous attack, then smirked and flicked his wand into the air. He sneered and said to Ling Zifeng: "You actually use this barbaric attack method, and it's also because you are a cultivator from China, and you have consumed too much magic power by the mountain monster in the cellar, hehe。。。。。。 ”

Ling Zifeng looked at Quirrell with contempt, and he said mockingly, "I don't need to use magic to deal with you at all. ”

What he meant was that Quirrell's IQ was not as good as that of the mountain monsters, but in fact he wanted to lure Quirrell into quarreling with him, so that he could delay a little more time and wait for Dumbledore to come to his aid, and of course, some of his premeditated follow-ups.

Quirrell laughed angrily at the taunt and said, "Don't think about delaying time, Dumbledore won't be able to deal with the basilisk for a while, don't think he'll come to your aid."

Ling Zifeng didn't say much when he saw that his plan was easily recognized, he picked up anything that could be caught around him, and smashed it at Quirrell, and even the heavy things such as the wardrobe and the iron door in the corner were controlled by Ling Zifeng with his magic wand.

The three students on the side were puzzled by Ling Zifeng's behavior, but Hermione, who was still careful, suddenly noticed an "interesting phenomenon", she pulled Harry and Ron to join the team, and together they copied the guy and smashed all kinds of things on Quirrell's body.

For a moment, the bench, the kettle, the broom, and even a few smelly shoes on someone's feet, almost all the things in the house were beckoning Quirrell to him.

"Boy, if you want to play, I'll play with you for a while, and show you what real magic is!"

Quirrell also thought it was funny, such an attack seemed to him to be a farce, and it was impossible to hurt himself in the slightest. He casually waved his wand to pick things flying, looking like he was having a good time.

Gradually, his heart became uneasy. Because he found that Ling Zifeng on the opposite side had been concentrating on controlling his wand, no matter how he looked at this scene, it was completely wrong.

"Huh? Wrong! ”

Suddenly, Quirrell discovered the crux of the matter, and none of the things he had thrown back to the ground! He hurriedly looked up, but it was too late.

Ling Zifeng was waiting for this moment, and the wand in his hand waved downward, and the black pressure floating on Quirrell's head instantly pressed down. "Boom" dust rose and Quirrell was crushed by the various things he had thrown before.

He couldn't stand up for a moment when the mountain of things formed a garbage pile, he was smashed with a large bag of copper candlesticks on his forehead, and he had a stinky shoe on his face that he didn't know who it was, and the stinky socks were hanging down his mouth, which looked extremely embarrassing.

"Hahahaha~"

The four of them looked at the gray-faced Quirrell and laughed, in fact, when Ling Zifeng threw the copper candlestick at Quirrell, he was secretly calculating this trick, which was inspired by the previous stun of the mountain monster.

He silently ran a low-cost mana-consuming levitation spell, sneaking everything thrown by Quirrell to his top. Hermione's sharp eyes also noticed that these things were controlled by Ling Zifeng to move towards the top of Quirrell's head, so she pulled her little friend and happily joined the ranks of smashing.

"Ouch, isn't that good! It's a great trick to use, and it doesn't take much magic to make a difference! ”

Ling Zifeng found that the combat method he had learned and sold was really useful, and he was defeated by him with one move.

He looked at Quirrell, who hadn't been able to get up yet, and felt that this kind of combat should still have potential to develop.

"Bah~Boy~ You're looking for death!"

Quirrell, in the dust, lifted the stinky shoes from his face and cursed as he spit out the stinky socks that were on the corners of his mouth. He tried hard to crawl out of the garbage heap, but after a few attempts, he found that he was stuck.

He was furious, trying to use a magic spell to remove the garbage from his body.

"Wait until I get up and see if I don't kill you!! Hey? ”

However, when he reached out and touched it, he found that his wand had been smashed out of his hand by a bench in the pressure he had just felt, and he was far away. Quirrell hurriedly tried to retrieve his wand, but was kicked away by Ling Zifeng, who was watching him.

Ling Zifeng knew too well the weaknesses of these magicians, they relied too much on their wands. If the wand is taken away or left of his side, the magician is almost inferior to some of the stronger ordinary people.

"Hehe~ Don't wait for you to get up, I'll kill you now, lest you kill me in a while!" Ling Zifeng kicked away his wand and said in a cold voice.

"You! How dare you humiliate me like this。。。。。。 Quirrell lay under the garbage heap in embarrassment, his vicious menace trembling with anger, like a beast in a trap, his eyes fierce and fierce.

Seeing that Quirrell had been subdued, Ling Zifeng turned to the three students and said, "I'm watching him here, you guys go and report to the principal!" ”

"Good teacher!"

The three students agreed in unison and were about to leave, when they suddenly found that Quirrell's Baotou had untied itself.

A sharp, sharp and hard-to-hear voice also came from the back of his head: "Quirrell, you idiot, you are actually trapped by this little trick, you have to go out myself~"

As he spoke, a dark green smoke rose from the garbage heap on Quirrell's body, and it began to be corroded by something unknown.

There was a loud sound, and a disgusting smell came, and in a blink of an eye, the garbage mountain was actually corroded clean.

"Ah~ Black Magic!" Hermione screamed in horror! The little girl seemed to know this terrifying magic, and her frightened face turned pale and hid behind Ling Zifeng, her eyes full of horror.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Harry Potter covered his forehead and shouted loudly, the lightning-shaped scar on his head began to hurt violently, this scar was related to Voldemort, Ling Zifeng knew the plot He knew that Voldemort was about to appear.

Ling Zifeng was slightly shocked when he looked at this scene, he really saw the terrifying power of black magic at this time.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, he still felt a sense of fear when he faced Voldemort directly.

Quirrell's mountain of garbage was corroded by an inexplicable substance, and he immediately broke free from his restraints and stood up in his vest, ah no, "facing" everyone, because he also had a face on the back of his head.

The face was like a snake without a nose, with nostrils attached to the cheekbones, slender blood-red eyes, and frighteningly white skin. Ling Zifeng knew that this was Voldemort, and everyone in the wizarding world thought that he had died ten years ago.

Actually, he wasn't dead, and it is unknown how he stuck himself to the back of Quirrell's head. Voldemort had apparently infiltrated the school to steal the Philosopher's Stone, which he was now a ghost, and he needed the Philosopher's Stone to reshape himself.

Ten years ago, he had indeed been bounced off by his own magic, but he seemed to have some unusual means of keeping his soul wandering until it was attached to Quirrell. He controlled Quirrell's body with his back to the crowd, and it looked weird and unspeakable.

"Cultivators from China can only do some shoddy tricks."

He looked at Ling Zifeng and said disdainfully, saying that he waved towards the wand that had been kicked away by Ling Zifeng before, and the wand flew back into Voldemort's (Quirrell) hand as if it had grown wings.

"Nima can still have this hand, hey, dragon fighting." Ling Zifeng was scolded in shock.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes after doing all this, he was tired enough to choke before he fully recovered, and with his current ability as a remnant, it was nothing more.

Quirrell immediately took his wand and turned slowly, looking at the four of them with a gloomy face.

Although he had tried his best to look gloomy when he turned around, everyone still felt that he had turned his shell over like a king, and the atmosphere in the scene became a little awkward to watch this funny and strange picture.

In the end, Quirrell, who still had a resentful face, broke the embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You actually wasted so much of my time, and even the master was forced to wake up, you..."

Before Quirrell finished speaking, a strange peak suddenly protruded, and he waved his wand and pointed at Harry Potter, and I don't know what magic he used, pulling Harry towards him instantly.

Everyone in the audience didn't have time to react, Harry only felt a strong force coming, and the next moment he was already captured by Quirrell.

"What do you want to do!" Ling Zifeng was caught off guard and shouted loudly, but he immediately thought of a key point in the development of the plot, Quirrell should not be able to touch Harry Potter.

So he didn't resist anymore and let Quirrell strangle Harry Potter by the neck.

Quirrell pointed his wand at Harry's head with his other hand, threatening, "Lift the restrictions and let me in!"

Ling Zifeng thought to himself that he would let this guy in, and he couldn't joke with Harry's life.

Even if the plot changes, it doesn't matter if the previous key won't be triggered, anyway, there is still a "Mirror of Eris" waiting for him inside.

He was about to compromise when he heard Quirrell's heart-rending roar from the other side.

"Ahhh

I saw that his left hand holding Harry Potter suddenly turned black for some reason, and began to decay into pieces and fall off along the place where it touched Harry Potter's neck, and in the blink of an eye, it had already corrupted to his arm.

"What is this? What is it? Hurry up and save me, master! The frightened Rocky hurried for help with a hoarse voice.

Voldemort's eyes snapped open with the back of his head, and he controlled Quirrell's body with a spell that severed his corrupted left hand.

However, when Voldemort did all this it didn't seem to ease his pain, he screamed and quickly escaped the back of Quirrell's head.

The terrible voice was like a ghost crying wolf, and everyone felt numb in their scalps when they heard it.

Voldemort fled from Quirrell in a cloud of black smoke as thick as ink and fled outside the castle, he was now just a fragile remnant, who dared to do anything more to delay, leaving his servant behind and running away without a trace.

Sure enough, Quirrell couldn't touch Harry Potter.

Quirrell, who was free from Voldemort's control, covered his left hand, which had been severed by Voldemort, and blood kept pouring out of his arm.

He looked at Harry Potter in horror, stopped the bleeding hastily with magic, and turned around and fled without daring to say anything more.