In several corners of the room, several eyeballs have grown, and they watch everything that happens in the house like a surveillance.

Harry's hands trembled slightly, not only because of Quirrell's Drill Heart Charm, which had been weakened to the point of being like an electric shock, but also because of the side effects of the spell that had been pouring out of the water spell so violently.

Quirrell was even more furious when he saw that Harry didn't answer.

And it just so happened that there was such a spell in the memory of Voldemort that he had absorbed—the Dementor Mind.

And I heard that it works better when used with out-of-body experience.

Thinking of this, Quirrell showed no mercy, and his robe surged like a long snake, and it flew over and entangled Harry.

It's another powerful spell that doesn't require incantation.

Harry tried to back away, but he slipped and fell, and at this moment he wished he didn't have a single strand on him, his instincts told him that human clothing was very restrictive to his body.

However, before he could regret it too much, the black robe wrapped around him, and even a piece of it split out and strangled his neck.

Then, his body was pulled into Quirrell's eyes. The two faced each other, and Quirrell looked at him with a triumphant smile.

Harido wanted to tear his face apart with his own claws!

However, he couldn't, he didn't know what he was going to face, but he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

At this moment, he thought of his friends like Ron, Hermione, Jane, and poor Neville, who might still be petrified in the corner of the common room!

Then he thought of Linde again, if his current self was the normal him. He already understood that it shouldn't be Linde just now.

What would he do if he were normal......

Harry couldn't think of it.

And Quirrell didn't give him time to think slowly. He raised his wand and waved it slowly, jerkyly, chanting incantations in his mouth.

"Soul - Out of the Body"

Harry suddenly felt his vision distort and blur, and like a balloon, he began to break free from the black cloth that bound him and began to float gently upward......

And his body was slumped, supported by the robes that bound him on his body.

Quirrell digested Voldemort's memories and thought about the main points of the Dementor's spellcast.

Dementorship is not just some kind of spell magic, it is the same as Animagus, Brain Occlumency and other solidified spells, it is a spell that you learn, then you will be in this life. And you don't need to recite mantras after you are proficient.

Chanting the mantra is simply informing the other side: I'm going to cast the Regent Mind, and it's better to focus.

Of course, you can still chant incantations while teaching, just like Snape did when he taught Harry about Occlumency. But usually there is no need to chant a mantra, just a look is enough.

And those who know this spell are also called deceptive minds.

This is the benefit of absorbing the soul directly. Even with this kind of spell, Quirrell had mastered it in an instant.

But the shortcomings are also obvious, his thinking and personality have been affected by Voldemort, but Quirrell himself is not aware of this change.

This is also the reason why Linde insisted on separating and integrating the two memories of "Little Fishman Green" and "White Boat Journey". He wanted to ensure the purity of his personality.

"Regents—"

Quirrell's eyes glowed with a strange light, a sign that he was casting a receptive glow, and when he became proficient, he could hide it like Snape, and others would only perceive his eyes as bright and sharp.

The Regent's mind was sent out, and Quirrell's mind entered Harry's brain, the exams, Diagon Alley, and the admission notice......

Bang!

A loud bang came from the door. Quirrell's spell is also interrupted.

The door he would have gotten out of anyway had been violently broken open from the outside.

And behind the door, stood a tall, gray-haired old man.

"Dumbledore," Quirrell muttered with a little trembling. In the next moment, he and Harry were forcibly separated, and the old man who was still at the gate just now appeared between him and Harry.

Dumbledore held a long, node-like elderberry wand in his hand, and with a wave of it at Harry, he came to his senses, and the Imperius Curse had no effect on him.

Dumbledore's face was gloomy. Lily's protective spell against Harry, which does not harm the Dementor Mind but only affects the soul consciousness, has basically no powerful effect.

Avada's Curse wouldn't take Harry's life, and it would be weakened by a heart-piercing blow to him.

But there is basically no resistance to spells that basically do not harm the soul or spirit, such as the Mind Capture and the Soul Out of the Body.

And this spell will last until he reaches adulthood. That's why Harry wasn't taken away by Quirrell's Curse, and wasn't tainted by his mind possessed by Linde.

Quirrell looked desperate and broke the jar. No matter how powerful the spell is, it will be difficult to hit the strongest wizard in the world in front of you, so I won't beat him!

That's Quirrell's simple thoughts.

"Blazing—"

Uncontrollable crimson flames erupted from between Quirrell's staffs.

And above his head, the inverted sea that was not far from their heads suddenly churned violently, and the inexplicable tentacles seemed to be unable to hold it.

The flames rolled, but they didn't consume everything around them like Quirrell had expected.

This fierce fire is like a good baby, carefully floating in the air, absorbing the trace amount of magic in those water vapors to maintain its own existence, as for the condensed water droplets, it is completely afraid to touch it.

Quirrell saw the scene, and spat out a large amount of smoke from his mouth, and the moment the smoke blocked Dumbledore, his form turned into black mist and flew towards the door that Dumbledore had opened when he came.

The appearance of the Fire Curse was similar to the time Dumbledore lifted Harry's Imperius Curse, so Quirrell's small combo was quite quick.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't catch up, Quirrell felt a burst of joy in his heart, which, coupled with the fragments of Voldemort's soul that he had absorbed in his mind, caused him to be afraid and disdainful of Dumbledore.

And that's when he feels disdainful.

Quirrell let out a sneer in his heart.

Seeing that the door was right in front of him, Quirrell's heart was even more proud.

"You're getting old, Dumb......"

In the next moment, the door slammed shut. Quirrell turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore behind him in horror.

However, before he could turn his head, a huge green tentacle appeared in front of him and wrapped himself around. There is also green slime and fine hooks on top of the tentacles.

At the same time, a small figure also fell from above. It was the horrible guy who possessed Linde who had gotten himself into this field.

The tentacles wrapped around him, and the more Quirrell struggled, the tighter the tentacles became, and after only two struggles, his bones creaked with overwhelming weight.

Quirrell saw the guy look at him indifferently, as if he were looking at a toy that he was tired of playing with.

He reached out to blindfold Quirrell, who looked at him in horror, and he only felt his spirit on the verge of collapse.

The magic on his body began to riot uncontrollably, causing the surrounding water to tumble.

Yet the waters in the middle of him and Him were so calm.

Quirrell was inexplicably looking forward to Dumbledore's rescue at this time. Although he didn't understand what he was up against.

When the tiny palm officially blindfolded oneself, the feeling of visual deprivation and the fear of not knowing the other's purpose reached its peak. His body trembled violently, and even began to convulse and spasm.

He tried to shout loudly, but found that something seemed to be squirming in his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

However, after a moment, the look of horror on Quirrell's face began to disappear, replaced by a hideous expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and finally even a sense of satisfaction.

When he took his hand away, Quirrell had no eyes and two blood-colored holes.

The tentacles withdrew, and Quirrell collapsed to the ground like mud.

He withdrew his hand as white as jade, and Quirrell's two eyeballs disappeared, perhaps by magic! After all, he didn't have a single piece of blood on his hands.

Then He turned to look at the other side of the room. The white-bearded old man with a wand and a solemn look at him.

The other party had just finished checking the changes on the little wizard who had just been transformed by himself.