"Arvada gnaws on big melons!"

Quirrell took advantage of Merlin's lack of attention, and directly released an Avada Death Curse towards him.

"Zizizi"

"Tsk, the attack power is quite sufficient."

Merlin didn't panic in the slightest, and an elemental shield was released to block out the famous black magic that glowed green.

"What is this, why haven't I seen this magic?"

Quirrell looked at Merlin's nine-colored shield that blocked the Curse, then at the wand in his hand, a little puzzled.

He'd never seen it, or even heard of it, being able to carry the Avada Curse.

"Hey, Professor Quirrell, with a little force, you don't have the strength to beat anyone, and what kind of Death Eater are you talking about?"

Merlin dissipated his shield and said lightly with a chuckle.

"The flames are blazing!"

Professor Quirrell looked solemn and did not continue to attack Merlin, but instead unleashed a flame blaze at the surrounding Dumbledore.

The clay man Dumbledore that Merlin pinched with the rat charm had no attack power, and neither did his vitality.

When it caught fire, it quickly turned into a puddle of rotten dirt and was blown away by the wind.

"Tsk, is this scared, Professor Quirrell, one last time to persuade you, raise your hand and surrender, or I'm welcome."

Merlin kept throwing his wand into the air and catching it repeatedly, and Quirrell frowned, thinking that it was a great opportunity.

"Except for your weapons!"

"Smack"

Quirrell found an opportunity to knock Merlin's wand away with a spell just as it left his hand.

"Hey, hey, you don't have a wand Merlin, now it's up to you to die!"

Quirrell laughed weirdly, like Voldemort who had just killed Harry in the movie.

"Arvada...... Gnaw on big melons! ”

"This ...... How can it be?!! ”

It was another green glowing life-seeking spell, but the next moment it was blocked by the same nine-colored shield, and he was a little dumbfounded.

"Who told you that my magic is all done with a wand, and that the wand is just my tool."

Merlin raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and the wand that flew out flew back automatically.

"Professor Quirrell, try to defeat me, if you defeat me, I'll let you go."

Merlin was farting when he said this, and no matter how good Quirrell was, he couldn't beat him.

Besides, he can already defeat Merlin, and Merlin can't keep him even if he wants to.

Merlin just wanted to try out a serious wizard in the Harry Potter world, and how strong the actual situation was.

"You are arrogant! Asunder! ”

"Faint!"

The two magical energies collided directly with each other in the air, and they were extinguished one after another.

Undeterred, Quirrell surrounded Merlin and attacked from time to time.

"Broken bones!"

"Faint!"

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

"Faint!"

Soon, Quirrell was a little out of breath, apparently because the consumption of these magic spells was not low.

And Merlin didn't use all his strength, but pointed, and hit as much magic as he wanted.

"Tsk, that's it?"

Merlin also roughly calculated his specific realm, and his attack power was probably close to that of a mage.

It was a lot stronger than he had originally guessed, but it was just attack power.

The mages of this world win weak bodies, and they are destined to prove that they will not be the opponents of the mages of the world of Norland.

"Professor Quirrell, since you refuse to surrender, and your strength is here, then I have no choice but to send you to see the Grim Reaper!"

Merlin sighed softly, causing Harry to cover his eyes, then picked up his wand and just pointed it at Quirrell.

"Faint!"

An enhanced version of the furious stun burst into blue sparks of magic, turning Quirrell's face pale with fear.

This berserk version of the stun magic was enough to cause Professor Quirrell to die in a coma, and that was Merlin's mercy.

"Nope! Master save me! ”

Warning from magic, Quirrell felt as if he was enveloped in death, and quickly ripped off his turban, ready to let Voldemort on his head carry the attack.

"Traitor!"

Voldemort's old, hoarse voice roared, and out of fear of death, he flew straight out of Quirrell.

Fly through the air in a mass of souls and look for an exit.

"Ahh

Quirrell directly used his back to eat Merlin's attack, only to let out a loud roar at the end and lose consciousness.

The next moment, Voldemort, who was flying in the sky, went straight into Quirrell's body and stood up again.

"Merlin, I admire you, but you must die!"

Quirrell's body was not, Voldemort's body to be precise, his face contorting until he turned into an old demon.

"Voldemort!"

Harry didn't know when he opened his eyes and saw this scene clearly.

"Harry Potter, look at what I've become now, it's because of you.

I need to survive on this waste, and I need to suck the blood of a unicorn to survive.

When I kill Merlin and snatch the Philosopher's Stone from you, I will be truly resurrected! ”

Voldemort moved his body and let out strange screams from time to time, as if he was fantasizing about his resurrection and ruling the wizarding world.

"Merlin, hmph, don't think that you can defeat me by giving me the same name as the legendary mage.

I am invincible, Merlin, and you give me death! Arvada nibbles on big melons! ”

Voldemort licked his mouth, and his finger was a set of Arvada nibbling melons compared to Orchid Finger holding Quirrell's wand.

"No, you don't have a chance, the last invincible has stopped thinking, and the next one is you."

Merlin said things that only he could understand, and he also backhanded an Arvada to nibble on a big melon.

"Zizizi"

Two bolts of green magical lightning exploded in the middle, causing Harry to cover his eyes and back away.

"Hey, hey, Avada gnawed on big melons!!"

Voldemort's expression grew arrogant, as if it was because Merlin was interested, and another more powerful Avada curse was struck.

"It's useless, it's useless, unless you are resurrected, you can't beat me with your body."

Not to be outdone, Merlin strengthened his magic output, and he discovered that Voldemort, who was the second generation of the Dark Lord, did have some skills.

Voldemort, who occupied Quirrell's body, relied on his lingering body to exert a power close to that of the master magician.

This is enough to prove that the magic of the Harry Potter world is not weak, but it does not strengthen the attributes of the body.

"Very well, Merlin, I remember you, and the moment I am truly resurrected, it will be your death!"

Voldemort spoke coldly every day, and the next moment Merlin's Avada Death Curse smashed Quirrell's body into ashes.

And Voldemort also turned into a black mist of souls, bypassing Merlin and flying out directly and disappearing into Hogwarts.

"Hehehehe, I'll be back after all!"

In the empty underground hall, it seemed that Voldemort's voice still echoed, and it couldn't be stopped.

……

To be continued

Street Diary.

Thanks to the big guy who has been chasing more, of course, maybe it's all fantasy.

Isn't it all a stand-alone machine?

Sorry, suddenly I have something to do, it's a little late.