Quirrell dodged quickly, and the water bomb smashed into the door panel with a loud bang.

Quirrell was also amazed by the power, but he looked at the undamaged wooden door and felt a little desperate.

Such a powerful water bomb could not destroy the wooden door in the slightest, let alone expect anyone outside the room to notice the abnormality here. What's more, today was originally the one he deliberately took Dumbledore away in order to get the Philosopher's Stone.

And the truth was exactly as Quirrell guessed, no matter how much movement there was in this room now, the corridor outside was still silent, and this room had been cut off by him. Unless it is an extremely powerful spell, it is possible to break the "membrane" between this room and the school

The situation had already become out of control when the little wizard named Lind got up from the ground again, and the psychological pressure on the other party was not inferior to Dumbledore.

Even because of that guy's completely unreasonable way of acting, the fear in his heart is even better now, and he has long lost the idea of wanting to dissect and study the other party in the first place.

And the crow on the other party's shoulder didn't know where it flew......

Quirrell saw that the path was not working, and he turned his head to look behind him, and then his eyes widened.

I saw Harry Potter hunched over, his hair just loose. His footsteps trembled uncontrollably, as if his current standing posture was particularly reluctant.

At the same time, gills appeared on both cheeks, fins were visible to the naked eye on his knees, elbows and other places, and his back was also bulging, propping up the robe so that it could be seen that fins were also growing inside, which Linde's body did not have just now.

Moreover, the color of Harry's body, including but not limited to fins, webbing, scales, etc., is blue-red, which is also different from Linde's body, which is mainly blue-purple.

Harry looked at himself with a look of confusion and horror, and some saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, falling into the water below.

Quirrell looked at his expression, inwardly forcing himself to analyze the situation in front of him, "Harry should be in a good mental state, and he is still sane, not like the little wizard just now.

No, no, no, it can't be a little wizard, he must be possessed by some kind of chaotic and crazy guy......"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a thing......"

Then, Quirrell thought of the reward that the other party had said, "A glimpse of Him", is this also a reward?! This guy is simply more disgusting and evil than Voldemort.

On Harry's side, as the sharp pain in his body gradually disappeared, he also felt the changes in his body.

He looked down at his hands, which had grown thin webbing between each of his fingers. On both sides of his jaw, he can feel that there is a channel that is swallowing up the rich moisture of the air.

And the violent water bomb he spit out just now was just because he inexplicably felt the foreign body sensation in his throat just now, and then spit it out like spit.

Who knows how violent it will be.

At the same time, every inch of his skin, every hair, and every breath seemed to echo the water on the ground. And there was a feeling of discomfort when his feet stepped on the stagnant water on the ground, which made him want to take off his shoes and step barefoot in the water.

Then he looked at the guy in front of him, the only creature visible in the room right now.

Just when he was still a little dazed, Quirrell's side fired a spell directly at him.

Harry watched Quirrell wave his wand, and then he had an inference that was close to a hunch. "The spell will hit me in two seconds."

Of course, the timing wasn't so precise, but he could sense when the spell was coming.

He hurriedly rolled around, and his pocket head could no longer understand the situation in front of him, but now he was Quirrell's first target.

I have to say that he has Harry Potter's talent for combat, this one rolled to the side and back, and picked up the wand he just dropped.

As soon as I saw the white arm, I thought of it......

Now that Quirrell had made a move on him, he thought of what Quirrell had said to him before Linde had even broken in. "I killed your parents......"

Although Quirrell and Voldemort had turned against each other, they were all the same in Harry's eyes.

Now, that hatred is burning like a fire again.

The moment he got his wand, the stagnant water began to tumble as if it were boiling.

At the same time, Quirrell's side also chanted the spell aloud, "Drill your heart and cut your bones—"

The spell flew towards Harry, and Harry, who had obtained his wand, unleashed the spell in a relatively comfortable environment, with the hatred he had for more than ten years.

At this moment, he realized how powerless he was. Because he found that the spell released by Quirrell was very powerful, and he could only - "clear water like a spring"

But the momentum of this spell was much louder than he had imagined, and what was sprayed out was a column of water with the thickness of a cup, but at the same time, his magic power was also rapidly consumed.

The water column at the physical level seems to have some kind of demon-breaking effect, even if it is directly connected to the spell-shaped spell of Drill Heart Bone Splitting.

The separated water droplets and water columns seemed to have an inexplicable adsorption force, continuously absorbing the magical power on the Drill Heart Mantra.

By the time the Heart Curse struck Harry, it had become like a faint flash of fire.

The spell slammed into Harry's body, causing him to feel an extremely strong electric shock that caused him to convulse, but the sensation quickly disappeared.

It was the credit of his Clear Water Charm, the scales on his body, and the protective spell that Lily had cast on him.

Harry said with a look of trepidation, "What a horrible spell, it makes me feel like an electric shock." At the same time, his body began to feel tired, and this inexplicably powerful Clear Water Spell consumed too much of his mana.

Quirrell, on the other hand, was caught off guard by the clear water spell and flew out and landed in the water. Although Harry was transformed into a Deep Diver by him, it only took a few minutes to transform, and his affinity for the water elemental was still not comparable to Linde's.

"It's this strange clear water spell again, it's like this again!" Quirrell let out a low roar, he was so uncomfortable.

Originally, his grievances for the whole year were all for today.

In his original plan, he wanted to use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to counter Voldemort after getting it today.

The good news came that Voldemort had been cursed by sucking unicorn blood. It was the first time this year that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

However, it didn't take long for it to be destroyed.

The second time he hunted a unicorn and wanted to add to Voldemort's curse again, he was tricked by an inexplicable guy.

Good! He Quirrell endured it, as long as it didn't affect his plans for Voldemort.

As a result, today, it scored two more goals. I finally managed to get Voldemort, but I only got half of it, and I put myself here. was forced to fight to the death with an eleven-year-old Gryffindor bug, and was actually put on the hook by this inexplicable clear water spell again.

His life was in danger now, and it wasn't easy to get out, and the rooms he had passed through before might not have been free of detection spells.

Even if that inexplicable existence can't kill him, there is no doubt that he is trapped now.

There is a high probability that I will not be able to escape now...... If he had been lucky enough to find a way to escape, now he was completely trying to kill Harry.

Quirrell thought, clutching his wand tightly.

"You and the masked guy in the Forbidden Forest that day—" He staggered to his feet, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"—what the hell is the relationship!"