Because of the distorted illusion of light around Quirrell, Clark's bullet unsurprisingly missed.

Fortunately, he was not surprised by this result, the wizards of the wizarding world were not completely ignorant of firearms, and in the two wars that affected the entire European continent, there were also wizards involved.

For this kind of gunpowder weapon in the Muggle world, experienced old wizards often have their own set of methods of coping. In the past ten years, the wizarding world has become much more peaceful, which will cause some young wizards to be completely ignorant of such things as guns.

"Bang!"

Clark pursed his lips, his left hand still calm and powerful, and continued to shoot the third lesson in the magazine, only this time he was aiming slightly to the right.

Quirrell's wand waved at will, casting a wall of wind, and the invisible force formed a turbulent current in front of him, deflecting the trajectory of the bullet, so that it did not know where it was flying.

If the pistol can't grasp the opportunity to attack first, once the wizard reacts, there are more means to resist.

Iron Armor Spells, Obstacle Spells, Transformation Spells, and even Illusion Spells, Soul Snatcher Spells, and Disarming Spells, if you can't solve the bullets, you can solve the person who shoots, and there is always one that can play a role.

"Give it up!" Quirrell shouted, putting another layer of iron armor on himself, "That one of yours is a German-made Walter PPK pistol, right, it's small and powerful." Unfortunately, I had seen this gun in Albania at the beginning, and it only had seven rounds. ”

Unmoved, Clark continued to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

The flying bullet is intercepted by the Barrier Charm and hangs in front of Quirrell.

"Three, there are only three left."

"Bang!"

The result still hasn't changed, Quirrell is hiding behind layers of defense, and he doesn't dare to take his head, even a wizard can choke on this thing.

"Two!"

Quirrell's countdown grew louder and louder, filled with a strong sense of urgency.

But Clark knew he couldn't stop, yes, a pistol was really nothing to a prepared wizard, but his gun wasn't just for deterring Quirrell.

In many online texts that Clark has read in his previous life, there are Taoist priests who use gunpowder to perform thunder and explode like a thunderbolt, in order to subdue demons and subdue demons, which is the art of fire and thunder, the most famous of which is Shenxiao Dao in the late Northern Song Dynasty.

The ghost belongs to yin, the thunder and fire belong to yang, and the roar of this gunpowder explosion is the most masculine burst, and it has a strong restraint effect on demons and monsters.

And at this moment, in this small room, there is also a lonely ghost, and that is Voldemort.

The sword of the previous dynasty can also kill the officials of the current dynasty, and the metaphysics of the East can also take effect in the West.

With each pull of the trigger, the remnant of Voldemort, who was hiding behind Quirrell's head, was startled and wailed by the sound of gunpowder exploding, as if he had returned to his days of hiding in Albania.

At that time, every time there was a thunderstorm, he would be the same as now, and when he heard the thunder, the whole remnant soul seemed to be crushed by a stone mill.

Voldemort's pain also disrupted Quirrell's magic, making his spells so much less successful that he could only use defensive magic in the world when Clark wasn't shooting.

And this is exactly what Clark wanted, he was originally trying to interfere with Voldemort, so that he couldn't make a move, so as to delay time.

[Magic Stone Current Drain Progress: 60.3%]

【…… 60.9%】

The numbers kept beating, and Clarke's heart was almost in his throat, and he needed to delay a little longer.

Yes, when she was in front of Hermione just now, she secretly transferred the Philosopher's Stone to Clarke's pants pocket.

Clark clearly felt that there was an irregular object against his thigh, a strange touch of hot and cold, spreading through his body from a hole in his pocket.

Then, the system beep sounds.

[Ding, you have come into contact with the legendary element 'Philosopher's Stone', do you draw energy?] 】

In this case, what else can Clark choose, of course, click [yes], after all, the Philosopher's Stone is not his own thing, and if he has a bargain, he is a bastard.

Out of the corner of his eye, the progress prompted by the system had jumped to [68.4%], and Clark fired another shot.

No way, Quirrell was very shrewd and didn't give him a chance to stall for time at all, as soon as there was a break in Clark's attack, he would be pointed at Quirrell's wand.

"Bang!"

The bullet had been split in half by Quirrell's Wind Blade, and his armor was stacked all over again, and he was ready to start fighting back.

"One, you and your little girlfriend, get ready to enjoy despair."

Quirrell yelled wildly and excitedly.

Clark had to use the dexterous left and right skills to open his bow left and right. While intimidating Quirrell with the pistol in his left hand, he unleashed Transfiguration with the wand in his right hand and controlled the Rope of Magical Activation to rush towards the enemy.

It's just that this trick has already been used in the Forbidden Forest, and for Quirrell, the same trick won't work.

The whirlwind in the air was magically transformed into an emerald green tornado snake, which became entangled with the activation rope, and soon tied it into three or four dead knots, forcing the activation rope to move.

Clark could see that this Professor Quirrell was worthy of being a Ravenclaw senior, and most of the ancient elemental magic he used was to control the wind.

This ancient system of spells, which required wizards to communicate with the elements of nature, has long been abandoned by contemporary wizards because of the risk of being assimilated by the will of the elements, and it is not known that Quirrell turned it out of that old book.

It's no wonder that his will is so unfirm, the wind, flowing and changing, isn't it just a wall grass.

Quirrell raised his wand to cast a powerful offensive spell, and Clark held his gun, trying to wait until the last moment before the spell was finished.

"Bang!"

The last bullet burst out in the light of the cross-lance flame, spinning and flying towards Quirrell's heart, but with a lift of the opponent's wand, he didn't know where it had been bounced.

【77.2%】

Not enough time!

Clark bravely rushed forward, and Hermione tried to grab him from behind, but he shook him off.

"Smack!"

Accelerating and lunging, Clark changed direction nimbly and rolled to the right, a wind whip slamming into the place where he had been standing, leaving a deep dent.

Quirrell laughed viciously, as if he wanted to take revenge on all the grievances he had just suppressed, and with every flick of his wand, a whirlwind whip slammed down on the floor.

Clark could only roll on the ground in embarrassment, like a beast trained by an animal trainer, and he finally realized how Nobeta felt when he was trained.

Large and small wounds appeared on his arms and thighs, which were cut by the wind blade when the wind whip broke away.

【81.1%】

Clark is another tumbling.

"Stop playing, quick!"

A weak voice rang out from the back of Quirrell's head, and Voldemort finally recovered from the thunder of gunpowder and spoke.