"You're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time, Harry Bo......"

Quirrell trembled with excitement when he heard the footsteps behind him, and turned around with a hideous smile on his face.

But as soon as he looked at the person, a cruel smile suddenly froze on his face, and his mouth opened slightly, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"How...... How are you ......?"

Quirrell didn't even realize that it was Orson who came in.

It's obviously Harry Potter, his own preparation, his own plan, all his analysis of Harry Potter in this person, how did it end up being the person he least wanted to face.

Yes, the least to face, absolutely not one.

He would rather face Dumbledore and fight than face this young man. Fighting with Dumbledore, Dumbledore's status and age are all there, so naturally there will be more hands, and the worst thing is that it will also hurt him, but it will not harm his life. But this young man is different, he is still very young, much younger than himself, he only needs a "magic power is not controlled", plus the other party's family status, even if he kills himself, it is for nothing, no one will stand up for himself, and no one dares to stand up for himself, and most importantly, the strength of the other party is really able to kill himself, just look at the fate of the troll, even if it is oneself, you can't do that kind of Cheng dù.

Quirrell lamented in his heart, secretly saying that he was unlucky, but the voice in his head forced him to confront Orson directly.

"Why can't it be me?"

Orson didn't pay attention to his "struggle", and walked down the steps by himself, without even drawing his wand, and walked to the other party's side. Looking at the huge magic mirror in front of him, it is very magnificent, with a height up to the ceiling, a golden border, and two claw-shaped feet at the bottom. The inscription "Eris Stra Ohruaitubika Frua Itonwohs" is engraved on the top, which is the legendary Mirror of Eris, and of course, if you read those words backwards, it is the real name of the Mirror of Eris - the realm of desire.

Orson ignored Quirrell and stood in front of the mirror, looking inside. He saw himself, he saw himself back on Earth, back to his parents, and lived happily with them. He also obtained all the original power of the earth plane and became the lord of the earth, and all the countries that he didn't like, such as the rice country, such as the island country, were all under the action of his supreme power, and the men died, leaving only all the women, and became the vassal countries of China...... And he himself has become the most noble person on the whole earth, money, power, and women, all of which are at his fingertips, and all of them are as easy as a snap......

Quirrell quietly looked at Orson from the sidelines, and when a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and his expression became extremely focused, he rolled his eyes and quietly pulled out his wand. After taking a few steps back silently, he pointed his wand at Orson straight, watching Orson indulge in the picture of the magic mirror, his expression became hideous, and he was about to wave his wand as soon as he moved his wrist.

"Hehe, real and interesting gadgets."

But at this moment, Orson suddenly said with a smile.

"Just like you, Professor Quirrell. I think I'm addicted to it, I think I don't have the power to fight back, I have to say, you are really naïve, but you really think that you can beat me like this? ”

"Can I beat you! Wait until you eat my spell! Go for it, break it up!! ”

Hum -

A crimson glow erupted from the tip of Quirrell's wand, like a torrent, frantically surging towards Orsen. The momentum was so fierce, so fast, and so powerful that even the caster Quirrell felt that the magic could not be controlled, he only felt that his staff seemed to be about to fly out of his hand, and he had to increase his strength and hold the wand tightly. At the very least, he must not let go until Orson is killed.

The flash of red light was extremely fast, like a laser, and as soon as it flew out of Rocky's wand, it was already in front of Orson. Orson, on the other hand, was still staring at the magic mirror motionlessly, showing no sign of movement. This made Rocky even more excited, and he increased the output of his magic power, and there was even a slight crack on his fragile wand that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Die!"

He yelled.

At this most critical moment, Orson moved, measured his body slightly, and a crimson light flew in front of him, and before he could fly into the distance, he was blocked by his right hand. The red light gathered in his right hand, gradually turning into a red ball of light, but it couldn't hurt him in the slightest, and he couldn't even break out of his control.

"This ...... It's ......"

As if someone had poured a large bucket of ice water over his head, Quirrell shuddered from head to toe, his face suddenly pale as paper, and his legs trembled violently.

"This, this can't be...... Impossible, no one has ever dared to take magic with their hands, no one has dared to ......"

"No one dared before, it doesn't mean that no one will dare in the future, and the people in the past can't do it, it doesn't mean that the people in the future can't do it. Professor Rocky, this is the last time I'll call you professor, and after today, you'll be the enemy of the entire wizarding world, if you survive until then, of course. ”

With an indifferent smile on his face, Olsen walked towards Rocky step by step, Rocky completely subconsciously maintained the output of magic power, and the energy beam of the spell of Split continued to gather towards Olsen's hand, becoming bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, gradually, from a small ball of light in one hand, to a large ball of light comparable to a basketball.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."

Ao Sen shook his head, and the palm holding the ball of light shook slightly, and countless beams of light suddenly released from Ao Sen's palm, like a small sun, releasing all its power. These hundreds of beams of light, like bullets, completely encompassed the range of one hundred and eighty degrees in front of Orson. The light hit the stone wall, and the stone wall was knocked out of a gap, and it hit the stone pillar, which was almost broken, and it hit the floor, and the roaring floor tiles were shattered, and the blow hit Professor Quirrell's body, leaving a large hole in his body.

The explosion of these beams lasted only a moment, and in less than a second, they were all gone. Everything he saw in front of him was pitted, small pits on the ground, large gaps in the columns, and dense cracks in the walls.

Professor Quirrell leaned against a pillar, his eyes widened, his body had been fully opened with five large holes, he had dodged as much as possible, and even used the spell of obstacles and armor at the same time, but the result was still unable to block the hundreds of spell attacks, although only a small part of them hit him, but these small lights were actually strengthened by Orson at the moment of release. It looks fine, but it's the magic power after compression, and the attack power is not weak at all. Whether it was a lot of obstacles or armor, the total amount of damage defended by the defense was limited, but in an instant, it was shattered by the dozen or even dozens of magic that flew towards Rocky, and then, without the slightest strength to fight back, he was beaten into a sieve.

"I don't ...... Serve, I'...... No...... ...... service"

Quirrell's eyes were wide open, staring at Orson with a hard time, his arm raised with difficulty to release the magic again, but not to mention that his magic had been interrupted at this time, he probably couldn't release the simplest little spell, and he was ......

"Hehe, those who die should die obediently, since it is useless to struggle, then you should spend the last days of your life reminiscing about the past of your life, instead of exhausting your body to do useless work, Professor Dumbledore, do you think I am right?"

Looking at Quirrell, who had lost his life, Orson said lightly.

The white-bearded Professor Dumbledore had appeared behind him at some point, and he looked at Quirrell with great regret. I don't know if I regret his death, or if I regret that my goal of training Harry was not achieved.

Looking at Quirrell, who was already out of breath, and looking at Orson's back, Dumbledore sighed slightly.

"Orson, I'm getting more and more incomprehensible about you, your magic, and your people......"

"Professor Dumbledore."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Orson suddenly interrupted.

"I'll leave that for a while, there are more important things to do now."

"Huh?"

Dumbledore was stunned.

"More important? Do you mean the Philosopher's Stone? Hehe, rest assured, the Philosopher's Stone is still intact in the Eris Magic Mirror, don't worry. ”

"Yes, of course I know the whereabouts of the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm not talking about the safety of the Philosopher's Stone. It's ......"

Orson smiled, and with a flip of his palm, a pure white wand appeared in his hand.

The arm was slightly raised, and the wand was pointed straight at Rocky's corpse.

"Great Dark Lord, it's time like this, are you still going to hide? I'm afraid this corpse isn't a good carrier anymore, my great Dark Lord. ”

"What?"

Orson's words made Dumbledore startle slightly, and then his face changed slightly, staring at the corpse not far away.

"Hehe......"

Suddenly, a hoarse voice remembered, Quirrell's lowered head suddenly moved, slowly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and the cervical vertebrae creaked, and the back of the head was aimed at Orson and Dumbledore. Quirrell's ridiculous turban had been scattered on the ground due to his body being thrown away, revealing his bare head and the horrified face on the bare back of his head.

"Dumbledore...... And also...... Little Orson ...... Unexpectedly, you have grown to this kind of Cheng dù...... I still remember your brother...... What he looked like before he died...... He really looks like you...... Same...... How is it...... Would you like to join me...... Or do you want to talk to your ...... Brother is the same...... Choose...... Death? ”

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