It's not that Voldemort doesn't want to directly cast the Curse to reward this nasty imp in front of him.

However, the use of black magic requires strong magic on the one hand, and on the other hand, it requires the wizard who casts the spell to be guided by extremely evil thoughts.

Our poor Dark Lord is now only a wisp of immortal remnant, and with the fact that he was previously damaged by the unicorn's divine lightning in the Forbidden Forest, he simply doesn't have enough power to cast the Requisition Spell.

Fortunately, the power of magic comes from the blood of wizards, and since Voldemort occupies Quirrell's body, he can naturally borrow his magic power temporarily.

And the "Ten Thousand Blades" he is about to cast is one of Quirrell's signature magic.

This spell was an improved version of Quirrell's "Ten Thousand Bullets" spell. The original spell was to summon and control a large number of small objects to attack the enemy.

The "Ten Thousand Bullets" spell summons countless sharp rotating wind blades to strike at the enemy in all directions with overwhelming momentum, not only with a wider range, but also with a huge increase in power.

But when he locked his eyes on Clark, before he could cast the spell, two dazzling rays of light flashed in Clark's eyes.

Immediately afterward, Voldemort felt a tingling pain in his eyes, and then a sensation as if he had been pierced into his brain by a red-hot steel needle instantly made him fall to his knees and cry out in pain.

"Ahh

This was the only offensive ability Clark chose among the psychic abilities.

And its effect is also very powerful, with outstanding results, and it took down Voldemort with a defective soul in one fell swoop, and caught him off guard, and he couldn't even release his magic.

Of course, this Dark Lord is not a fuel-efficient lamp, at least his intelligence attributes must be higher than Clark's.

Because after casting [Spiritual Acupuncture] on Voldemort, he immediately felt like he had received a heavy punch to his head, and the whole person was dizzy, Venus was rising in his eyes, his nose was also hot, and when he reached out and touched it, he actually had a nosebleed.

This is an excessively large gap in intelligence, and it has been counterattacked.

Clark suddenly sat down on the ground, his mouth covered in red blood, looking ridiculous.

Fortunately, Voldemort wasn't much better.

He sat on his knees, his bloodshot eyes red, but his face grew paler.

"Well, Mr. Voldemort, are you sure you won't go?" Clark wiped the unstoppable nosebleed with the back of his hand again, and grinned, "If you don't leave, you really can't leave." ”

"You know me!" Voldemort ignored Clark's words, but was very keen to catch the hidden message in his words.

Clark was stunned for a moment, nodded subconsciously, and was just about to speak, when Voldemort instantly raised his wand and shook it vigorously.

"Smack!"

Hearing only a loud whistle, as if a long whip had played a whip flower, Clark felt as if he was being entangled by a giant python.

The invisible whirlwind enveloped him, tightened, his chest was squeezed so hard that his lungs could not expand, and Clark was suddenly unable to breathe.

Voldemort, an old scumbag, actually endured the sting of his soul and carried out a sneak attack on Clark, perhaps in his dictionary, there is no so-called compromise and negotiation at all, only violence and killing.

With the wand drawing circles, the whirlwind wrapped around Clarke's body tightened and tightened.

Clark felt like his lungs were going to explode, and the lack of oxygen made his eyes black, let alone talk or beg for mercy.

"Stop, let him go!"

The sudden sound startled Voldemort.

He searched for prestige, and saw the little mudblood, which he had never looked out of, standing against the wall, his hands tightly clutching the metal wand used by Muggles, pointing at him.

Voldemort had been following Quirrell before, and of course he knew that it was called a "gun", a weapon used by Muggles to kill, and the imp named Clark just now used this thing to make a loud thunderous sound that shocked his remnant soul.

"Let him go! Hurry up, or I'll shoot. ”

Hermione raised her pistol tremblingly, trying to put the crosshair on Voldemort's chest, she remembered Clark saying that when a novice shoots, remember not to aim at the head, but to target the torso that is easier to hit.

"I know you don't have bullets in your gun, is that what Quirrell was talking about, little Mudblood?" Voldemort stared at her with red eyes, looking particularly terrifying, "And that thing can't hurt me, so why don't you put down your gun, you have parents, not ......"

"Bang!"

A huge roar echoed through the empty room, like Thor's hammer, shocking the ghosts, directly forcing Voldemort's last "?" back.

In Clark's pistol, there was still a bullet!

It was only then that Hermione realized what the finger that Clark had held up at her meant.

Under the orange cross flames, a white-gold bullet spun and flew out, heading straight for Voldemort's (Quirrell) chest, the familiar voice startled Voldemort, and in Quirrell's body, which he took over, countless warning signs hit his remnant soul.

Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!

Voldemort didn't even have time to react, he didn't have time to cast the spell again, because the wand was already pointed at Clark.

So at this critical moment, Voldemort could only subconsciously squeeze out the magic power of Quirrell's whole body, and erected a blood-colored wind barrier at the cost of one left hand being blown into a rain of blood.

Anyway, it's not your own body, so you don't feel distressed when you use it.

The crimson wall of wind blocked the bullets, Quirrell's unique magic, the culmination of his perception and use of the wind element, could block all long-range projectiles, whether arrows, bullets, artillery, or stone throws, would be hated in front of this thin wind barrier.

The spinning bullet struck the wind wall, and was immediately targeted by the wind elemental, which spontaneously began to form a whirlwind in the opposite direction, encircling the bullet, trying to reduce its force and deflect its direction at the same time.

However, these elements of "wind" slid directly from the surface of the bullet very smoothly, not only failed to slow down, but even had the opposite effect, speeding up the bullet, as if it was not a bullet, but a dangerous piece of soap.

Of course, all this changes are complicated to say, but the speed of the bullet was so fast that even Voldemort didn't have time to react, and the bullet had already pierced the Wind Barrier and blasted into Voldemort's (Quirrell's) chest, right in the heart.

"No~"

Voldemort only had time to wail as he watched a bloody ball suddenly explode in his chest.

This is not a movie, and you can still jump alive after being hit by a bullet.

The real gunshot is huge, even if it hits the abdomen, it will cause the "cavity effect" caused by the rolling of the bullet, and make people cry out, not to mention that Hermione hit the heart.

Poor Quirrell didn't even have time to say his last words, so he simply took the boxed lunch, and his whole heart was shattered.