"This old immortal."

As soon as Clark heard Voldemort's voice, he felt bad and immediately jumped up.

Looking at the flexible and smooth movements, it turned out that the way he was dodging in embarrassment just now was actually performed to delay time.

It's just that his reaction was a beat slower after all, and the whirlwind whip spread and thickened, turning into a long dark green tornado pillar that swept across.

The powerful suction force locked him firmly, and Clark's positioning skills had no room to play at all, and the whole body couldn't help but come up.

"Ahh

Hermione let out a scream of fear as she watched Clark be swept by the wind pillar and fly into the air like a bag of scrap cloth, slamming into the wall.

"Clark?"

Her body shook, and she sat down on the ground, her face as dead as ashes.

The next moment, a look of surprise appeared on her face again, as Clarke's body suddenly bounced again, and yes, he struggled to his feet again.

It's just that the left half of his wizard's robe has been twisted into pieces by the pillar of wind, and his bare arms and shoulders are covered with fine wounds like a baby's mouth, which looks bloody and miserable.

Fortunately, he still had an enchanted dragon skin vest inside, at least he wasn't disemboweled.

"Are you alright?" Hermione cried out in fear.

Clark was still in the mood to joke at the moment, "Use your brain, do I look like I'm fine?" ”

After saying that, he frowned again, and the sharp pain in his left arm told him that the bone was broken.

Not only that, but his Walter pistol had fallen somewhere, and Clarke clenched the wand in his right hand, the only thing he had left to resist.

[Magic Stone Current Drawing Progress: 84.75%]

,Why is the progress bar slower and slower the more you go to the back?,Even 0.01 comes out.,Is this system opened by Pinxi's house?

Cold sweat broke out on Clark's forehead, and he didn't know whether it was urgent or painful.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell, if I surrender, will you let us go?"

Hermione's eyes widened cooperatively, as if it was the first time she had seen Clark like this.

"No, no, no, I don't believe you, young man," Quirrell looked at the miserable Clarke, the smile on his face long since he couldn't suppress it, "Gryffindor will never surrender, unless, you get down on your knees and lick my boots, maybe I won't think about it." ”

[Philosopher's Stone Current Absorption Progress: 86.16%]

"Can you really call the shots?" Clark pulled a smile on his face and threw his wand to the ground.

This move stunned Hermione's Quirrell, for wizards, a wand can be said to be their lifeblood, don't look at it as just a stick, but without this thing, wizards and Muggles are no different.

Even if there was a wandless spell, it had nothing to do with a young wizard of Clark's age.

"Is that sincere?" Clark spread out his right hand and rushed to Quirrell, confirming it again.

Quirrell hesitated, although he had already taken refuge in Voldemort's men, he was still a Ravenclaw after all, not a Slytherin, and he could not hesitate to kill a unicorn, a vampire, or even a Muggle.

But kill a wizard? Or killing a little wizard at Hogwarts, this really made him a little difficult to decide.

After all, these are not the same concepts, and if he steals the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore will not necessarily chase him to the end, but if he kills a student.

No, Quirrell glanced at Hermione, who was cowering against the wall, two students.

Once he did, Dumbledore and him would have an unending relationship.

Besides, Pu Witt is not Potter yet, and their family's connections in the wizarding world are not small, and now the master has not recovered, so that's it......

Quirrell's heart turned a thousand times, and the wand in his hand subconsciously deviated from Clark's direction and drooped low.

[Philosopher's Stone Current Drawing Progress: 89.82%]

Clark was overjoyed.

However, the next moment, a sharp voice came, startling Quirrell.

"Quick-...... Hands"

"Professor Quirrell, I feel sorry for you!"

Clark deliberately raised his voice to override Voldemort's words.

Quirrell grimaced, and at Voldemort's command, raised his wand again, pointing it at Clark. He had heard this phrase many times, and it didn't impress him.

"Look at the way you look now, no people, no ghosts, how can you still have the style when you graduated from Hogwarts."

Quirrell took a step closer, and Clark forced himself to stare into his eyes, which made him look extraordinarily sincere.

"You didn't have to be like this, didn't you? You always say that Professor Dumbledore's 'love' is a lie, but did you know that Professor Dumbledore, and even the other Deans, did not give up on you? ”

Seeing Quirrell's face full of disbelief, Clark's heart calmed down, and his tone was unhurried, as if he was a friend he hadn't seen for many years, exchanging heartfelt feelings with Quirrell.

"We always say that no one will love themselves, no one will care about themselves.

They are angry that the affection they give is not reciprocated, but they turn a blind eye to those who take out their love and put it in front of them.

Have you ever remembered that you didn't come home for a long time, and your parents missed you? The girl who secretly pays attention to you when you are studying, the affection she sends you; When you first started working, the professors helped you with your shallow experience, and the students encouraged you to succeed in teaching. ”

"Didn't you ignore them all?" Clark asked for a soul.

Quirrell licked his dry lips, the little guy's words made him feel strange, as if what he had done was really wrong, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Quick-...... Hands"

Voldemort was urging again.

[Magic Stone Current Drawing Progress: 92.61%]

Continue to [educate]!

"Even if you think that you can't go back, you can only go one way to the dark, in fact, it's just your imagination."

As he spoke, Clark raised his right hand and held out an index finger.

"Level one, Hagrid's dog.

In Greek mythology, Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, lived on the banks of the River Styx and guarded the gates of the underworld for Hades, the king of Hades. Legend has it that it allows the soul of every deceased to enter the underworld, but prevents any unwilling soul from escaping from the underworld.

I laugh at you Quirrell for being gutsless, although these three-headed dogs are not as mythical creatures as they were at the beginning, but if you stood boldly in front of it at that time and let the three-headed dog's snake tail take a bite, your master would be shaken and his soul would be unstable. ”

[Magic Stone Current Absorption Progress: 94.16%]

Clark held out a second finger.

"In the second level, Professor Sprout specially cultivated the Devil's Net for you.

Legend has it that the demons of hell are good at seducing humans and snatching souls. And the benevolent Hufflepuff will always accept the poor who have nowhere to return, and Professor Sprout has done a redemptive thing in the name of the devil and tolerated your depravity.

I laugh at you Quirrell, for if you had endured the pain of the devil's web, your master would have been dragged into the abyss of darkness from which he could not escape. ”