The gurgling sound of running water accompanied by a salty smell came from behind Quirrell.

Quirrell turned his head to see a small monster lying on the ground.

He collapsed to the ground, seemingly breathless, but water was pouring out of the crack beneath him, as if there was a spring pressing under him.

His hands and feet began to change, and his skin became paler, but it seemed to reflect some light.

Isn't it dead?!

Quirrell wondered. Then suddenly an unfamiliar voice was heard echoing through the room.

The voice seemed to be whispering in the ear, and it seemed to be a cry from afar, as if it came from the corpse lying on the ground, and it seemed to appear in the house inexplicably.

"Whew...... The first time it came out......"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the anomaly, Quirrell ignored Voldemort who split his soul and fled, and took a deep breath to inhale the fragmented soul mist of those remnants of Voldemort into his lungs. Then he raised his wand with a frown.

With a wave of his wand, he cast a spell at Linde, who was lying on the ground.

However, when the spell flew not far in front of Linde, it was suddenly twisted by an inexplicable force and flew aside.

Quirrell was about to cast another spell, but he saw the little wizard who had been lying on the ground awkwardly crawling up, and there was a crunch of his body returning to his back on his back.

What is it like to have a chaotic five senses, Linde may be able to describe it now:

Sight turned to hearing, and Quirrell let out a piercing crunch.

Hearing became smell, and the sound of running water on the ground had a sweet scent.

The sense of smell turned to touch, and the smell of blood on the body and the salty smell of the sea left a faint tingling tingling sensation on the skin.

Touch turned to taste, and the wand he picked up again smelled of chocolate in the palm of his hand.

The palate turned into a sight, and the smell of blood in the mouth exuded a purple halo of bright red and blue.

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Linde leaned against the shattered wall beside him, feeling the smell of milk coffee coming from the stone wall in the palm of his hand. This chaotic perception made his brain crash a little.

And at this time, an extremely strong strange thought poured into his mind now.

It's like two souls fused.

Linde staggered and pressed his temple.

"Whew...... It feels like ...... Too good to be ......"

He turned his head, his square pupils looking at Quirrell indifferently. Now he no longer has the idea of running away in his head, but has a crazy, tyrannical thought that has been haunting his mind.

This kind of thought needs to be vented urgently, and it can't be backlogged, and he doesn't want to backlog it.

Linde rubbed the tentacles that were pouring out of his chin, like David Jones, the captain of the Flying Dutchman in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

He didn't feel anything wrong with anything like this in him. On the contrary, he felt that his current state was so good that he was so handsome that such a tentacle beard was so handsome. I was born to look like this.

Quirrell saw his face, and somehow, he suddenly felt a churn in his stomach, and he uncontrollably covered his stomach and retched.

As Quirrell strained, the contents of his belly gradually pushed upwards, and his throat was stretched as wide as a head.

Gross!

Quirrell's vomiting sound was really very sour and unpleasant, and Linde, who was on the side, unconsciously covered his ears.

The thing was spat on the ground along with Quirrell's saliva and stomach acid.

- and then clattered and wagged his tail on the ground.

It was a fish, a live fish of red and blue.

Quirrell looked at the fish in disgust and unleashed a splitting spell. Break the fish to pieces.

"What kind of spell is this......"

Linde also waved his hand in confusion, "Where do I know, but I know what kind of spell this is, and there is no trace of the blade-"

Quirrell could only feel an indescribable magic in the eyes of the little wizard in front of him, as if it was about to take his mind into it. The moment he cast the spell, his beard-shaped tentacles floated.

Caught off guard, Quirrell didn't even realize that the other party had cast a spell at first.

When he reacted, it was a little late, and he could only roll sideways, and a magical barrier naturally appeared on his body.

The spell hit his waist and abdomen, and the magic barrier that came out at will was vulnerable and was directly shattered. Then several cracks exploded directly on his body.

Quirrell clutched his stomach and rubbed it up, looking at Linde.

"I remember who you are, little first-year Gryffindor. All day long with a crow. ”

"The Blade is without a Shadow—

It's getting smaller—"

Unconcerned about the wound in his abdomen, Quirrell calmly waved his wand to fend off Linde's ensuing spell. He controlled his gaze and did not make eye contact with Linde.

"But now it seems like you're not that simple, you know, I really want to dissect you right now."

Saying that, Quirrell's backhand was a spell. At the same time, he also uttered a spell from his mouth.

"Except for your weapons—

Your methods are too simple! ”

"Stop—" Linde was not stunned, and unleashed the spell as she tried to roll and dodge.

His spell still couldn't resist Quirrell's spell, and he was knocked into the wall behind him.

Feeling his inexplicably recovered limb being broken again, Linde ignored it and twisted his body again to stand up.

From the moment he first stood up, a whisper had been ringing in his ears.

"Give it to me...... You don't understand it at all...... I don't understand ......."

"Give it to me...... Give me the body ......"

He had ignored the voices before, but then He spoke again.

"Give it to me! I haven't had it in a long, long time...... Ever since that crumb of Geheros woke him up......"

"Shut up, what doesn't wake up." Lind felt that the whispering master's words of Gekhros were familiar.

"Take your body...... Just have fun! ”

Lind ignored the tormenting whisper as Quirrell cast the spell again. His wand had just flown to the side.

Linde twisted his figure and rolled to the side, the bitter taste mixed with the spicy pain from his body irritating his nerves.

Lind reached out to take some small props out of his fanny pack, but the next second Quirrell's webbed hand was trampled on the ground, making a squeaky sound.

Quirrell looked at Linde excitedly, then scratched his waist and made a clicking sound.

His hand felt as if it had touched some kind of carapace.

Quirrell looked down and saw that several barnacles were now attached to the wound that had been cut open by the Blade Shadowless, as well as some small shellfish.

The flesh that has been cut open is like a reef on the seashore, feeding these guys.

Quirrell ripped a small shell from the wound and looked at it, his face even more frenzied.

Lind felt that if Quirrell had been a superficial gentleman who had hidden his mind inside before absorbing Voldemort's soul, he was now a pure madman.

"But I'm not bad!" Linde's face rubbed against the tentacles of his own chin. Now the whole room has accumulated a large pool of water.

"I'm definitely crazier than you!" Linde was inexplicably a little compared.

"Okay, I'll give it to you!" He whispered.

Lin De estimated that the owner of the voice ringing in his ears would definitely not be a good fellow.

But I do.

Since I first got up from the ground, my brain is not normal!