The silver long sword pierced through his heart, Roger looked down at the hilt of the sword on his chest, tilted his head and sighed helplessly: "Sure enough, attached to the stupid person, even your IQ has dropped with it? Look at my almost cooked body, you know that just one sword can't kill me at all......"

As he spoke, Roger pulled the sword out of his body, turned the tip of the sword and stabbed it violently, pinning Quirrell's body to the ground, which was still twitching. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Quirrell, lying on the ground, also had no blood coming out, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Voldemort's eyes were fixed on Roger, and his mouth was full of hatred, "Then do you think a sword can kill me?"

As soon as Lao Fu's words fell, Roger felt the hilt of the sword in his right hand begin to twist and expand, and the long sword nailed to the ground turned into a silver-scaled python, and climbed his arm towards the boy's charred neck.

Roger grabbed the snake's belly with his right hand and tried to distance himself, but he was covered in oil, and his fingernails were peeling off and couldn't grasp the slippery python.

The neck bone and trachea were creaked by the python, and Roger couldn't pull the snake away with his bare hands, so he simply ignored it.

Instead, he spat on Voldemort's pale face, and then kicked the almost dry body in a spun and flew up and down the wall. "You're stripping Quirrell's life force to cast a spell, aren't you? I'm about to suck him dry, and I got a snake out...... What rubbish!" Roger ignored the python that wanted to break his neck, and mocked the Dark Lord unscrupulously, but suddenly felt a darkness in front of him: "Alas, who turned off the lights?"

"Stripped of the bones!" Voldemort shouted in a shrill hoarse voice with a dull moment.

Lao Fu, who could only rely on possession to sustain his life, was already extremely weak, absorbing the black magic emitted by almost all of Quirrell's life force, and Voldemort had to make a sound to maintain the original power of the spell without a wand.

The spell of stripping bones is a dark magic created to torture and kill enemies, and those who are attacked by this spell are as if they have been cut by an invisible blade, and their flesh is cut into countless pieces from the outside to the inside, causing people to be tortured to death.

However, after the invention of the Three Unforgivable Spells, this spell was not used much.

It's better to torture than to drill the heart, it's better to kill the enemy than to ask for life, and the enemy will be crushed into flesh foam after the bones are peeled off, which seriously pollutes the indoor environment, so except for a few perverted black wizards, not many people in the modern wizarding world know about this spell.

But...... The bone peeling is directly acting on the body, and it doesn't really summon countless knives to cut on Roger's body, so ......

"Is the Bone Stripping an invisible spell? I think it's a bluffing spell......" Roger scratched his head, only to see that something seemed to be on it...... Looks like a snake swallowed his head?

Both hands groped to break the snake's kiss, and with a hard tear up and down, the python was torn in half by Roger from his mouth.

"Did I fail to cast a spell?" Voldemort muttered as he looked at Roger, who had been scorched but not sliced.

The boy blinked, and realized that Lao Fu had mistaken it for a failed spell due to his own weakness......

Squatting down and fiddling with Quirrell's body, Roger persuaded him, "Serve the old man, you will be seventy in a few years...... If you have been married and have children, it is time for your grandchildren to marry their daughters-in-law. ”

Quirrell's body was completely decayed but miraculously alive, shriveled flesh wrapped around crispy bones that could be twisted into powder with a little force.

"No, it's not me, it's your body...... Your body is weird......" Voldemort realized this, and failed spells felt differently from success.

Roger pinched Quirrell's fingertips all the way to his shoulders, shattering his hands everywhere he passed, and then switched arms......

"A momentary failure is nothing...... Boy, one day I'll be back, and by that time, I'll have you torn you to pieces. Voldemort was completely out of means, looking at the boy's face covered with python digestive juices, and said with a flat emotion.

"Welcome to come and do it at any time~" Roger happily crushed Quirrell's limbs little by little.

Without looking at Quirrell, who was possessed by him, the hoarse voice of the old man was unusually calm: "I can see what is covered under your mask, Roger... It looks crazy, but you ...... in your eyes."

Grabbing Quirrell's head and slamming it to the ground, smashing Voldemort's words into his skull, Roger grinned and muttered, "Don't really annoy me, Tom Riddle...... Otherwise, I'll kill you next year. ”

Voldemort's possessed body was a complete pile of powder, scattered from between his clothes to the ground, and the powder began to gather to form a blue-black smoke that was not even a ghost.

"Boy, protect your little life!' because it's already mine!!" the smoke wailed, and the invisible body went through the wall.

Roger gave Voldemort a middle finger as he fled in embarrassment, and commented disdainfully: "Lost dog!"

Then he took the silver-scaled python, which had turned into a headscarf, from his neck, and held his slender neck, which had been strangled into a matchstick, and Roger crouched down beside Harry and pulled the Philosopher's Stone out of his trouser pocket.

The bright red stone seemed to be stained with blood, and the moment Roger touched the stone, he felt a desire to swallow it...

And it is the flesh itself that desires, and in the subjective will, Roger is not very interested in a stone slag......

But the desire of the flesh was very strong, and the right hand holding the Philosopher's Stone clenched into a fist like never before, and the boy even felt that if he dragged it any longer, the palm of his right hand would grow out of its own mouth and eat it.

It's a ridiculous feeling, as if this body isn't itself at all......

Not...... It doesn't seem to be.

After a moment's thought, Roger decided to follow his body's will, threw the Philosopher's Stone into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it with a clatter, the stone was slightly less hard than Hagrid's rock skin cake......

Anyway, the magic stone made into potion is also to be eaten, and it should not be a problem to eat it directly.

As soon as he entered his stomach, an unimaginable heat spread out from his stomach, Roger only felt that the cells all over his body were cheering, and his nose, which had been flattened after breaking twice, stood up, and the surface of the roasted body was torn and fell, revealing the newly grown flesh buds underneath, and the eggs that had been protected for a long time under the crotch but finally fell out safely......

Roger was pleased.