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This book is originally a fun novel, so don't pursue logic too much.

There are serious illogical plots in this chapter.

If you're a veteran fan, then be sure to read this chapter, (hahaha)

Well, someone in this chapter may feel thunder, but it's okay, you can skip it, and tomorrow the next chapter will connect seamlessly with the previous one.

However, surely no one will really choose not to read it because they read this paragraph, so-just let me fold myself first.

(Don't beat me up~~~~ funny.) ）

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"Boom!"

Suddenly, Owen clearly felt a momentary blockage in the green light that was confronting him.

Then, it suddenly strengthened, and the ice blade that slashed at him was also neutralized by an invisible flame.

It dissipates as water vapor.

After that, a cold temperament that was completely unpossessed of human wizards swept through Quirrell's body. Countless bolts of lightning slashed randomly from the tip of the wand that was casting the Requisition Spell.

"Bang! Click! ”

"Harry, be careful."

The lightning whip slashed at the tree beside Owen.

All of a sudden, dust, sawdust, dirt and lightning shattered. Turned into dust and flew in the air.

A wooden spike flew from behind Harry, stabbing him in the arm.

In an instant, a heart-piercing pain swept through his whole body.

"Get out of the way!"

Too late to be treated, old unlucky Harry.

Owen hurriedly raised his left hand, purple lightning flickering dimly in his hand.

Then he threw it out, and he was not very proficient in ancient magic now, especially since this young body greatly reduced the power of all his spells.

But the power of blasting the stone is still there.

Next, a strange landscape appeared.

Obviously, both sides of the attack are under the threat of death, but it is the surrounding environment that is injured.

Big Tree: You are tall, you bully me for not having long legs, you can't run, right?

"Rubbish!" The long confrontation, regardless of whether it was up or down, made Voldemort lose patience, and he continued to increase his control over Quirrell's body, as well as the output of his magic power.

And this was beyond the limits of what his body could bear.

"No-master, don't~~" Quirrell's screams began to rise gradually.

His arm began to appear as if it had been separated by a sharp blade, and blood and flesh fell to the ground.

"Rubbish! Rubbish! Voldemort screamed in anger. He could feel that Quirrell's soul was frantically resisting him, this was the will to survive, and for a moment he was a little unable to control this body.

"Damn it."

Originally, his strength was only a very small part of it. Plus Quirrell's revolt. It put him, he in a dilemma.

And Owen did notice something strange about Voldemort.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

His battle plan succeeded.

Voldemort in first year was at his weakest.

It's not just that he can only parasitize on other bodies, but it's also because of his parasitism, Quirrell, who provides life force, is also weakened.

If Quirrell could still fight against the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic before, how many rounds could he hold on to now, dragging his body with little vitality left?

So—at this moment, you must not be cowardly, it is to be ridiculed!

Crazy taunts!

Let those two souls diverge, so that Voldemort has no time to care about them, and only then will they be able to return to the castle alive tonight.

"Harry!" Owen threw his head back and shouted!

He then forcibly severed his deathcurse entanglement with Voldemort.

Sideways to dodge the spell.

"Today, there is a sparring partner who claims to be the most powerful dark wizard of all time, you have to watch it carefully!"

With that, he suddenly bent down and rushed towards Quirrell's figure, a burst of pigs and dogs.

"The first rule of wizard fighting! Always remember! Wands have limits! ”

"Every wizard has his own strengths and weaknesses, and the so-called battle is to play to his strengths and avoid weaknesses."

"As it happens, I know a little bit of everything!" Within five steps of Quirrell.

"It's like this evil thing in front of you."

After that, a high flash was thrown out by Owen. "Ultimate Illumination!"

"The body is so weak, you know that you can't fight when you see it!"

An intense light that instantly illuminates everything around you.

Quirrell's eyes fluttered at the same time.

"First of all, it's close-fitting." After a few sliding steps, Owen came to Quirrell's side, broke his stance, and after dodging a death curse that was not accurate, he raised his foot and kicked towards the most important part of Quirrell's man.

"Ah~~~" Someone killed a pig in the Forbidden Forest.

"Wizard! What is particular about it is a close-fitting short fight. ”

"Punch fast! Be ruthless! Don't give the other person a chance to cast a spell! ”

"My punch, fifty years of skill (through the first twenty, one week eighteen, two weeks twelve.) Can he stop it? With that, Owen picked up his punchbag-sized fist and jumped on the spot, slamming it towards the door behind Quirrell's hidden black robe.

The blow was successful, and the stun was done, and the Dark Lord finally had a chance to regain control of the body.

"Still want to cast a spell? Have you asked me? ”

But Owen wouldn't give him a chance, only to see him clench his fists, his eyes flashed a hint of viciousness, his body leaned to the left sharply, and then his waist and abdomen exerted force at the same time, and he suddenly raised to the right, and punched hard towards the joint of Quirrell's right hand.

"Click!"

The broken bones affected the entire forest.

"Ah~~~~" Quirrell, who was in a state of vertigo, instantly woke up, and then let out another scream.

"To have an advantage, you have to keep punching and don't give your opponent any chance to resist!"

Owen then grabbed Quirrell's severed arm and jerked it towards him, then jumped, his left leg raised high and his knee jerked against the lobe of his lung.

"Death to the master!" With his left foot against the lobes of his lungs, he took advantage of the situation, and with his right foot he slammed into Quirrell's skull.

The sheer force made Quirrell fly upside down.

And how could the right arm, which had been broken, be directly torn off. Blood flies like a bridge across the sky, flies high, and then slams to the ground!

Then Owen raised his wand, and the Killing Curse returned!

"Avada suo!"

"All petrochemicals!"

"Shadowless!"

"Divided!"

"The flames are blazing!"

A set of tricks and tricks are smooth, and the ashes are all raised for him!

———— this set of combos, it looked lively, but in fact, Owen almost completely hit it in a few seconds.

What is used is a complete prediction of Voldemort's madman mentality.

Hum!

This is why I, Master Ye, is not here. Otherwise, little Voldemort, with Master Ye's attack speed, once he gets close, there is still a possibility that he will be reckless.

If you don't beat his out, count him clean!

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There was a dead silence in the forest.

Harry, who rubbed his eyes and finally saw his surroundings clearly, was already a little numb with shock.

He didn't see anything, he just listened to Owen give them a lesson there.

Before closing his eyes, he was still competing with that dark wizard, how could he open his eyes again, and Owen won?

What is this?

Magic is not as good as fists?

Then he also learned Jill's magic, went to Chinatown to find a martial arts hall to register for a name, and ten years later, he was directly invincible in the British wizarding world.