The choking smell of gunpowder and the death-threatening projectile instantly struck Quirrell, who was terrified.

It was like a heavy hammer, and it directly knocked the opponent's short body directly to the ground.

But even so, Harry knew that his blow didn't directly hurt Quirrell.

After noticing that something was wrong with this time, the experienced wizard had apparently put an iron armor spell on himself in advance.

This powerful spell that only Hogwarts students can learn in their fifth year can bounce and resist a certain amount of spells and physical damage, and the Iron Armor Charm used by Quirrell, who has been training spells for many years, is naturally more powerful than the students.

Even if Harry used a powerful shotgun, all he could do in the face of a powerful wizard's Iron Armor Charm was to break the defense.

But looking at Quirrella's blood-oozing back, Harry's lowest expectations were met.

And judging from the performance of the Iron Armor Charm just now, perhaps the blow from a blunt weapon would be more effective for Quirrell than the damage from bullet penetration.

The next moment, Harry decisively dropped the gun he needed to reload on the ground, and then grabbed his wand and launched a new charge towards the stunned Quirrell.

Looking at the burly man behind him shrouded in darkness, the pain and the fear of facing an unknown enemy instantly took over Quirrell's brain.

"Who the hell are you!!"

Even after so many years of wandering through the wizarding world, it was the first time Quirrell had ever met such a nonsensical player.

With Quirrell's rich experience, if someone around him wants to attack him, he will definitely be able to detect it in an instant and counterattack.

However, this mysterious enemy seemed to have insight into his roots, and not only used the weapons of the Muggle world as a test, but now he rushed directly towards him without saying a word.

Obviously, this guy who has planned everything must have something behind him that makes him dare to be so fearless.

There is a serious lack of intelligence, and it is impossible to fight at all!

Escape! Gotta get out of here!

While shouting in horror, Quirrell did not hesitate to use a silent spell to restore the injuries he had just had, and without looking back, he quickly began his escape towards the other end of the alley.

As long as he can get out of this alley, then he can immediately shake off the other party with phantom shifting.

That's the safest plan right now.

However, at this moment, Voldemort's roar was like a thunderbolt that instantly brought Quirrell to his senses.

"Look back, you idiot! This guy is Harry Potter, and now he's still a Squib, kill him!! ”

Squibs refer to wizards in the wizarding world who have magical powers but are completely unable to use spells.

Voldemort was able to detect this because he felt a rush of fragmentary memories rush into his mind when he saw Harry.

The experienced Voldemort instantly understood that perhaps the lucky boy had developed some strange connection with him during that battle ten years ago.

Quirredham, who had received this instruction, felt that he could do it again.

If the opponent is a wizard who knows everything about him, he may not be able to win, but if the opponent is just a squib.

Quirrell couldn't even imagine how he could lose! Come, tell him how to lose?

It's a shame that I've been acting so badly for so long, and I'm really daring, Harry Potter!

Thinking of this, the look of horror on Quirrell's face was instantly replaced by annoyance.

"Don't worry, master, I'll bring you a clean victory."

Stopping to run, he turned his wand and aimed it at Harry behind him.

"Except for your weapons!"

As a fugitive, Quirrell didn't dare to use spells that were too easy for Gringotts to detect, so the powerful and unpretentious Disarming Charm was the obvious choice.

Anyway, it's just a squib, and as long as his spell hits Harry, he can completely make the opponent unable to resist.

At that point, Harry will be completely a fish on their chopping block.

The next moment, the snow-white fluorescent light was fired straight towards Harry, who was still charging, at an astonishing speed.

Then it was easily dodged.

Quirrell, who didn't believe in evil, fired a powerful spell at Harry like a laser gun, firing powerful spells that could even shatter the ground.

However, even so, Harry's identity was as smooth as a melon skin, and he dodged all his attacks directly.

Quirrell's eyes widened in horror when he saw this, and a familiar sense of unease gradually lingered in his heart again.

Being able to dodge his own spell at such a close distance, what the hell is this reaction speed?

Even Voldemort was stunned for a moment, he really couldn't understand what kind of magical creature came out of this pimple nest.

He's only been silent for a few years, how can the wizarding world even have such a freak popping up.

"Rubbish! Don't let him get close, let me come! ”

After half a ring, Voldemort's angry voice rang out, and Quirrell instantly felt that his left hand, which was not holding his wand, was completely out of control.

Fuchsia!

Under Voldemort's control, another flash of fluorescence appeared in Quirrell's right hand and quickly fired from the ground towards Harry, who was already rushing in front of them.

There was no doubt that Harry was still able to dodge this strange attack with his agile body.

However, the next moment, the fluorescent light that had been dodged by Harry turned around again and hit him in the side, who had no time to dodge.

Suddenly, Harry's figure fell into the air as if trapped by an invisible rope, completely losing the possibility of running forward.

Seeing this, Quirrell finally had a sickly smile on his face.

"Hahahaha, I've finally caught you!"

The next moment, Voldemort's ugly face completely appeared on Quirrell's face.

His staff was aimed at Harry like a gun, and the terrifying magic was born on it.

"Look, look, who is this? The great Harry Potter. Voldemort sneered, "Didn't you beat me ten years ago?" Why haven't you seen it for ten years but have regressed? ”

"Although I have some regrets that I can only bury you in this nameless alley, I don't think you should mind."

However, what made Voldemort a little bored was that even though his old enemy was about to die, he still didn't say a word.

Coupled with such an important moment, it is really too ceremonial to have only a poor creature like Quirrell as a witness.

But forget it, I believe this is the best arrangement of fate.

Although I had some unpleasant experiences today, the last surprise was more than enough to make up for it.

Thinking of this, Voldemort finally sent his best play to Harry.

"Avada suo!"

Quirrell's roar mixed with Voldemort's voice echoed through the alley, and then a thick green glow struck Harry like a thunderbolt.

It's over.

The Avada Curse, the only of the three unforgivable curses, is the only instant death black magic.

Any creature hit by the Requisition Curse will die instantly, no exceptions.

Thinking of this, Voldemort's eyes already showed the joy of successful revenge, and even the corners of Quirrell's mouth showed a happy smile.

And yet at this very moment.

Harry, who had just been motionless like a wooden man, suddenly threw a black cloud forward.

Voldemort and Quirrell's eyes were instantly drawn to the sudden drop, a black cylindrical object with several flapping cockroaches sticking to its surface.

Wait, cockroaches?

How could a wizard carry this thing with him!

With Quirrell's incredulous look, the green glow of the Reaper Spell went out when it came into contact with a cockroach that was stuck to the surface of the projectile.

is such a funny combination, and it actually blocked the master of a generation of Dark Lords.

However, this was not really what surprised them, and the next moment, looking at the exploding projectiles, the two finally saw the friendliness of the Muggle world.

White.

Extreme white.

Accompanied by a terrifying scream like the roar of a train, it instantly brought the ultimate audio-visual experience to Voldemort and Quirrell.

The reaction of magnesium powder and ammonium nitrate can produce noise close to 200 decibels within a radius of 1.5 meters, as well as a strong light of 6 to 8 million kans.

The combination of these two can easily cause blindness, deafness and even dizziness in people with no special training.

Voldemort and Quirrell were obviously not professionally trained.

Not to mention, Harry's bullet just now was laxative.

After eating the glitter at close range, Quirrell instantly stood in place as if petrified, saliva flowing down with the twitching corners of his mouth, and a familiar belly roar directly eroded the last of his sanity.

At this moment, Quirrell seemed to see his grandmother throwing toilet paper at him in a peaceful light.

However, the reality was that Harry did not hesitate to use the cane in his hand and chisel it like a hook towards the sluggish Quirrell.

The terrifying force instantly pulled Quirrell's shoulders down, and he fell straight to Harry's seat.

"Nope! Get moving, stupid, get moving!! ”

Voldemort, who had sensed the danger first, finally regained some consciousness, and then roared madly in Quirrell's ear.

However, Quirrell, who had been completely kicked out of the group chat by flashbangs and laxatives, had obviously lost all control of his body, and even now he had fallen into a deep coma, so that Voldemort could no longer control his body.

And all of this was clearly premeditated by Harry.

The next moment, Harry finally broke free, and then he took off his bulletproof gloves and earplugs on his head, and then his large powerful hand finally clamped Quirrell's head like an iron pincer.

Zizizi!!

The reaction was as violent as hot oil and water, and in an instant, Quirrell's whole body was filled, and his exposed skin was as terrifying as the cracks of the red earth.

The same pain continued to appear on the scar on Harry's forehead, but even though he was trembling with pain, Harry still didn't have any intention of letting go of his palm.

The formula for victory has finally been written at this moment.

"Nope! No!!! ”

Voldemort's roar of pain echoed through the silence of the alley.

He couldn't understand why what had just been a good situation could evolve into such an irreversible state in the blink of an eye.

He's already caught Harry, so he's just one last step!!

"Damn Muggle creation, Harry Potter, you don't deserve to be a wizard!!"

Voldemort roared in rage, the face on the back of Quirrell's head as if trying to break free of the other's head and bite Harry hard.

As a staunch wizarding pure-blood theorist, nothing disgusted him more than beating himself with a filthy Muggle creation like Harry.

Harry, who felt the pain in his head subside, finally smiled and said the first thing of the night.

"You know Voldemort?" As he spoke, he bent down and picked up the shotgun at his feet, slowly reloaded it and shoved it into Voldemort's mouth, "This thing sometimes works more than a wand!" ”

After speaking, pull the trigger.

Bang————!

【Ding! Complete the Base Points Mission: Kill Quirrell possessed by Voldemort and reward 100 points. 】

The familiar smell of gunfire and gunpowder reverberated through the narrow dark alleys.

Quirrell's body was like dust blown away by the breeze, completely dissipating into the air with the sound of gunfire.

Voldemort's lackey finally got his due end ahead of schedule.

Voldemort's abominable soul roared through Harry's body like a ghost, and then completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter!!"

Harry didn't pay any attention to the other party's thoughts, just silently sorted out the traces of the scene, and then changed his clothes and left the alley before the elves arrived at the scene.

He and Voldemort already had an unending relationship, but they didn't need to be reminded by the other party.

Of course, Harry didn't have any thoughts about Voldemort.

If he could, Harry would have expected Voldemort to come to him a few more times after he had been fully prepared.

In this way, he may be able to trigger more missions as an investment in his strengthening.

But let's talk about these dreams later.

Now, it's time to go back and think about your new workout plan before school starts.

Thinking of this, Harry's face finally showed a bright smile like a sunflower.

"Let's go, Hedwig, I'm still busy tonight."

(End of chapter)