When Lind heard Quirrell's words, she turned around and looked at him in disbelief.

Voldemort lost his excitement and said gloomily, "Why, Quirinus, do you really think you are a god?" ”

Quirrell's name, Quirinus, was the Roman god of war.

Quirrell smiled faintly, "Hehe, Voldemort, you're really strong. Even the weakest remnant of the soul cannot defeat you, but is still parasitized by you. ”

"But you shouldn't have killed a unicorn and drank its blood!" At this, Quirrell couldn't help but snicker quietly.

"I've never been cursed! You've been the one who bears the curse all along, idiot! With that, Quirrell couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"And then, what do you want to express?" Bursts of black mist poured out of the back of Quirrell's head and turned into Voldemort's ugly face in the air, and he stared at Quirrell as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Linde looked at the situation and secretly pulled the doorknob, but the doorknob didn't move.

Damn it!

Quirrell was even more proud, "I went to you in the first place to kill you, or get something good from you!" As he spoke, Quirrell raised his hands triumphantly.

"I, Quirinus Quirrell, one of the best students in Ravenclaw. You've never really manipulated me, maybe your soul has suppressed me to a certain extent, but I've never been actually manipulated by you.

I've been trying to squeeze the knowledge out of your head. Right, those spells you taught me, mine good! Host! Person! ”

As he spoke, the smugness on Quirrell's face was simply impossible to hide.

Voldemort was so angry that he "I'll kill ......" but Quirrell interrupted him in the middle of his sentence.

"Quiet, quiet. I'm talking! It's your act of sucking unicorn blood that has made you tainted with the unicorn curse.

And it also gave me some new ideas! ”

As he spoke, Quirrell waved his wand in a gathering motion.

"Come on! The Dark Wizard who shrouded the whole of Britain over a decade of fear.

Let me devour your soul and 'give' me all your knowledge. Quirrell's smile twisted as he swung his wand and flicked a white spell.

After that, he turned his head happily to look at Linde. It was Linde, who had just found that there was no hope of escaping, cast a spell to pass.

"But I guess before that, I need to fix some minor troubles!" As he spoke, he waved his wand repeatedly, and in an instant, several spells were fired.

Silent, bursts of spells of various forms. It's as if his first encounter with Quirrell didn't seem to be serious at all, and it's not on the same level at all as the spell that was launched this time.

Linde hurriedly dodged, and Andersen flew away. But after all, he couldn't dodge in time and was hit by a spell.

The two armor spells he hastily applied to himself during the rolling dodge just now were like paper paste, and they broke when he poked them, and then his body was directly hit by the spell.

After Linde was hit, he also knew what kind of spell it was.

A simple stun spell. The spell is simple: faint to the ground.

However, Linde felt like he had been hit by a big truck, his spine was broken, and the whole person flew upside down and smashed the wall into the cracks.

It was like the scene he had seen in Professor Flitwick's photograph when he was learning the Water Gun Spell earlier.

The body fell uncontrollably to the ground, coughing up red and black blood and fragments of internal organs.

Linde only felt her consciousness drift away.

"This ...... Is this the gap! Spell Cast Gap, Spell Power Gap ......"

Linde had only thought about his previous life, and watching the wizard duel in the movie was simply casting spells.

Now it was different, and now it suddenly occurred to his mind that in Deathly Hallows: Part II, the housewife wizard Molly had a spell that would dust the immobilized Bellatrix.

Professor McGonagall thought of a spell that drove the entire castle with stone soldiers.

Thinking of Aberforth, a spell directly filled up most of the Hogwarts castle shield.

I thought of the black draperies that covered the sky in Paris in Fantastic Beasts II......

It turns out that I have no concept of the high-end combat power of this world......

Linde thought, finally looking regretfully at Harry as he ran towards him.

"Linde! Lynde! ”

Harry pushed Linde, who was getting colder, his hands stained with blood, tears streaming down his face.

Behind him, Quirrell threw another spell. A green glow burst into Harry's body.

It was a spell Harry had never heard before, and it seemed to be pronounced like this: Arvada nibbles a melon......

Looking at Harry's fallen figure, Quirrell turned his head and laughed, "Well, I'll avenge you, now it's time for you to pay!" ”

"Let's work together! I can give you everything you want! When Voldemort saw this, he also made concessions.

"I want you more than anything else! It's you! Quirrell laughed. Think about it, if I kill you again, I'll get the knowledge in your head, and I'll get the Philosopher's Stone, and if I contact someone to do a report, maybe I'll get the reputation of defeating Voldemort! ”

"I want so much, and you give me all of yours, just what meets all my needs!" Quirrell opened his hands again in a hug gesture.

As he spoke, Quirrell's spell kept waving, and Voldemort began to scream.

"Don't you think ...... You're in control......" Voldemort screamed.

And Quirrell continued to cast spells in his hands.

"You'll regret it......"

"I never regret it." Quirrell said confidently. "That's my decision, why should I regret it!"

Quirrell seemed to be breathing, inhaling the black mist that Voldemort had turned into into his lungs little by little.

As the black mist inhaled, Quirrell's face began to frown, revealing an uncomfortable expression!

The devouring of the soul, the fusion of memories......

None of this is a simple matter.

Thinking about it, Quirrell shoved the Philosopher's Stone into his mouth. Then humming a broken tune.

He waved his hands and held a wand in one hand, like a conductor. Voldemort across from him was making a terrible high-pitched voice.

"You...... Wait for me......" Voldemort let out one last scream, and then directly split his black mist in half.

Once again, he had split his soul apart!

The uncaught soul flew out of Quirrell's spell's effective range and drilled into the pipes in the surrounding walls.

Quirrell was visibly frightened, too, and didn't stand still, stepping back, making a clattering sound.

Water?!