Darkness enveloped Voldemort, and his heart was as cold as night.

The familiar pain strikes again, and the pores that have not been cleaned up are reborn.

The hat was still fastened to Voldemort's face, the back of Quirrell's head, but Rig could already see a head of bright hair squeezing out of the hat.

This volume was even more than Hermione's long curls, which were known for their thick and thick hair, and just by seeing the effect, Rig could imagine how popular the biting hat would be in the future.

It hurts, it hurts.

The endless pain tempered Voldemort's will once again, and he now just wanted to hurry out and let the others feel the pain.

From the itching of long hair, to the pain of irritation from the wound on the top of the head, to the pain and numbness of the hair in the wrong place.

At first, Voldemort was able to hold Quirrell's wand and try to attack everyone present.

Of course, he couldn't cast a spell.

After a few seconds, Voldemort, who thought he believed to be iron-willed, shuddered and fell to his knees in pain, letting out a wail that was not human.

"Ahh——————h

Harry took the opportunity to pull out the Philosopher's Stone, and he just glanced at it and handed it to Hermione behind him.

Hermione, who was still inside the Cloak of Invisibility, was startled by Harry's actions and hurriedly tucked the Philosopher's Stone into the safest pocket on the inside of her wizarding robe.

Although this was also a tactic they had discussed in advance, Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone without even discussing it, and Hermione was terrified by him.

What if Quirrell or Voldemort saw it?

As soon as Hermione looked up, she saw Voldemort kneeling on the ground with his hat tightly clasped, and Quirrell's side was even worse.

He was just a very ordinary adult wizard who had not been subjected to any painful tests.

The brain that was almost cut off by Ron's crit was about to come out, which overloaded Quirrell's pig brain and completely stopped thinking.

Quirrell: Poor, I can't eat it.

When the biting cap was also buttoned up, he knew that the pain had just begun.

In just a few seconds, Quirrell had a deep understanding of what it meant to be in pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

You can't pull the biting cap off, you can't touch the wound on the top of your head if you want to treat it, and if you can't treat the wound, it will bring double the pain......

Quirrell sobbed, tears obscuring his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

Hermione: That's fine.

Ron, who had crawled far away, saw that Quirrell seemed to have lost his combat ability, and cautiously ran back, picked up his long sword and slashed at Quirrell's face and neck.

However, this time, the long sword, which was not hard enough in texture, lost the good effect of the first attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang......"

Quirrell had been holding his face with his hands, his face was bruised, his eyes were quickly swollen, and his whole face swelled like a pig's head.

Harry rushed up after saying goodbye to Hermione, grabbed Quirrell's wand and pulled it out.

"Smack!"

The wand flew out, making a sleek curve, and even floated in the air for a moment before falling to the ground in the distance.

Voldemort was still struggling with the pain of biting his hat, and the weak and painful Quirrell couldn't open his eyes when Harry and Ron were hit by two lion cubs, let alone pick up his wand.

Hermione, who was watching the battle, trotted all the way over, and with a snap, broke Quirrell's wand.

Her movements were crisp and ruthless, and Quirrell's heart broke when he heard the voice.

Harry and Ron were pestering Quirrell, and Rig was brewing magic.

What could be better to end a fight than the flames that have been proven to be effective against Voldemort's attacks?

Even Ron, who was most numb to the fluctuations of mana, sensed something unsettling brewing in the field, starting with a blond hair that also floated up.

This time the flames were even more powerful than the first.

As early as the battle plan was discussed, Rig decided to do his best to complete the most powerful black magic he had mastered.

Ron and Harry were in charge of the early entanglement, and Hermione had to keep moving if she got the Philosopher's Stone, lest she be locked by Voldemort.

So Hermione hasn't been directly present in this fight, but she's been using all the spells she knows how to help Harry and Ron.

Quirrell felt for a moment that his front teeth were stretched so long that he couldn't even close his mouth, because he couldn't even speak; After a while, it was as if he had been stung by a bee, and his swollen face became red and swollen after being physically beaten......

The bluebell-like flames they had seen Harry had seen were burning Quirrell's hands all the time, lest Quirrell hurt Harry and Ron who were attacking at close range.

Harry took the opportunity to press the scarf with the fire spell attached to it to Quirrell's face.

Immediately, Harry, with both hands on Quirrell's face, felt the scar on his forehead ache and pain, and he felt as if his head was about to split in half.

Harry let go of his hand and staggered back a few steps, screaming in pain.

Ron quickly put down his sword, and in horror he ran over to help Harry, who was half-kneeling, and asked, "Harry, Harry, can you hear me?" What happened to you? ”

Quirrell had tried to catch Harry from Hermione's flames, but as soon as he grabbed Harry's hands on his face, he let go in pain.

Harry, who had been far away from Quirrell, suddenly stopped having a pain in his forehead.

He looked around blankly, signaled to Ron that he was okay, and the two of them searched for Quirrell together.

Quirrell hunched over in pain, his fingers blistering one by one.

This was no ordinary blister, it contained some kind of spell that could damage his soul and body.

At this point, the trick time of the biting hat is over.

Voldemort, who finally broke free from his biting hat, immediately took control of Quirrell's body, and he allowed Quirrell to be attacked by Harry and Ron.

Quirrell, who was once again robbed of his body's vitality by Voldemort, fell into a coma.

Voldemort was about to use his wand to use his magic to shave the hair off his face when he found Quirrell's hand empty.

His wand was gone.

"What a piece of rubbish!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Harry looked blankly at his fingers, he had a guess, but wasn't sure if it was right.

Harry tried to remove the scarf from his hand and crept towards Voldemort, who was standing with his back to him.

Voldemort who broke free didn't care about the attacks of these little wizards, he felt the fluctuations of magic in the air.

I only secretly hated that Quirrell's waste of using black magic, and he didn't kill all the little wizards after spending so much mana.

Voldemort, who had completely lost his vision, guessed that only Harry Potter might be alive at this point.

Voldemort raised his hand and used a spell that seemed to have countless knives flying to remove the black hair from his face.

But it was an offensive spell, Voldemort's crude use of it, shaving several layers of flesh and skin off his face, and blood dripping down his face.

The nostrils, which originally had only two slits, are flatter.

He opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

Rig and Voldemort looked at each other, and behind him was the skyrocketing fire.

Ball Subscription! Ball Recommended Ticket & Commuter Pass!!

I didn't expect it... Because I want to describe Hermione, they also participated in the battle and didn't eat dry, and they haven't finished fighting Voldemort today, so I continue to code, and while I still have a feeling, I'll finish this chapter, and I'll see you at 12 noon tomorrow!

Originally, it was said that I would finish playing today and take a day off tomorrow to rest. It seems that it can only be acquired.

55555 Niu Ma code word man, I have serialized it for 47 days from 20 days before the book was opened, for a total of 67 days. Every day, I feel like people are going to be hollowed out.

(End of chapter)