Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's not that Voldemort didn't want to cast the Killing Curse directly, and reward the annoying kid in front of him.

However, the use of black magic, on the one hand, requires powerful magic power to support it, and on the other hand, it requires the wizard who casts the spell to be guided by an extremely evil mind.

Our poor Dark Lord is now only a wisp of immortal soul, and he was damaged by the holy lightning of the unicorn in the Forbidden Forest before, and he simply does not have enough power to cast the death curse.

Fortunately, the power of magic comes from the blood of wizards. Since Voldemort has occupied Quirrell's body, he can naturally borrow his magic power temporarily.

And the "Thousand Blades" he was about to cast was one of Quirrell's signature magics.

This kind of spell is an improved spell made by Quirrell based on the "Thousands of Bullets" spell. The original spell is to summon and control a large number of small objects to attack the enemy.

The "Thousand Bullets" spell is to summon countless sharp rotating wind blades to attack the enemy in all directions with an overwhelming momentum. Not only is the range wider, but the power has also been greatly improved.

But when he locked Clark with his eyes, before he could cast the spell, two dazzling lights flashed in Clark's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Voldemort felt a stabbing pain in his eyes, and later, a feeling as if being pierced into his brain by a red-hot steel needle, instantly made him fall to his knees and screamed in pain.

"what!"

This is the only offensive ability among the several psychic abilities Clark chose.

And its effect is also very powerful, with an outstanding record, it knocked down Voldemort with a flawed soul in one fell swoop, caught him off guard, and couldn't even release magic.

Of course, this Dark Lord is not an easy-going lamp, at least his intellectual attributes must be higher than Clark's.

Because after casting [Spiritual Acupuncture] on Voldemort, he immediately felt as if he had been punched hard on the forehead. He was dizzy, with stars in his eyes, and his nose was hot. There was a nosebleed.

This is because the intelligence gap is too large, and it has been backlashed.

Clark fell to the ground all of a sudden, with red blood all over his mouth, looking ridiculous.

Fortunately, Voldemort wasn't much better.

He knelt on the ground, his bloodshot eyes were red, but his face became paler and paler.

"How about it,

Mr. Voldemort, are you sure you don't want to go? Clark wiped the unstoppable nosebleed with the back of his hand again, and grinned, "If you don't leave like this, you really won't be able to leave." "

"You know me!" Voldemort ignored Clark's words, but was very keen to capture the hidden information in his words.

Clark froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously. Just as he was about to speak, Voldemort raised his wand in an instant and shook it vigorously.

"Snapped!"

There was only a loud whistling sound, as if a long whip was playing a whip, and Clark felt as if his whole body was being entangled by a giant python.

The invisible whirlwind wrapped him around and tightened, his chest was squeezed hard, his lungs couldn't expand, and Clark couldn't breathe immediately.

Voldemort, the old bastard, actually resisted the sting of his soul, and launched a sneak attack on Clark. Perhaps in his dictionary, there is no so-called compromise and negotiation at all, only violence and killing.

With the circle of the wand, the whirlwind wrapped around Clark's body became tighter and tighter.

Clark felt as if his lungs were about to explode. The lack of oxygen made his eyes go black, let alone talking or begging for mercy.

"Stop, let him go!"

The sudden sound startled Voldemort.

He searched for his reputation, and saw the little mudblood who had been ignored by him before, standing against the wall, holding the metal wand used by Muggles tightly with both hands, pointing at himself.

Voldemort had been by Quirrell's side before, so of course he knew that the thing was called a "gun", a weapon used by Muggles to kill. The brat named Clark just now used this thing to make a huge thunderous sound, deterring him. his remnant soul.

"Let him go! Come on, or I'll shoot."

Hermione held up the pistol tremblingly, and tried to put the sight on Voldemort's chest. She remembered what Clark said, when shooting a novice, remember not to aim at the head, but to aim at the torso, which is easier to hit.

"I know you don't have any bullets in your gun, isn't that what Quirrell was talking about, little Mudblood?" Voldemort stared at her with red eyes, looking extremely scary, "And that thing can't hurt me, so you Why don't you put down the gun, you have parents, don't you..."

"boom!"

The huge roar echoed in the empty room, like Thor's hammer, deterring ghosts and ghosts, and directly forced Voldemort's last "?" back.

There was actually a bullet in Clark's pistol!

It was only then that Hermione realized what the finger that Clark had raised up for her just now meant.

Against the backdrop of the orange-red cross gun flames, a platinum bullet flew out in a spin, heading straight for Voldemort (Quirrell)'s chest. The familiar voice startled Voldemort, and Quirrell, who was taken over by him, In his body, countless warning signs impacted his remnant soul.

danger! danger! danger!

Voldemort didn't even have time to react, he didn't even have time to cast the spell again, because the wand was already pointed at Clark.

So at this critical moment, Voldemort could only subconsciously squeeze out the magic power of Quirrell's whole body, and at the cost of blowing his left hand into a rain of blood, he erected a bloody wind barrier.

Anyway, it's not my body, so I don't feel bad about it.

The cyan-red wind wall blocks in front of the bullets. This unique magic of Quirrell, based on his understanding and use of the wind element, can block all long-range flying projectiles, whether it is arrows, bullets, or artillery, Throwing stones will all drink hatred in front of this thin wind barrier.

The spinning bullet hit the wind wall, and was immediately targeted by its wind element. It spontaneously began to form a whirlwind in the opposite direction, surrounding the bullet, trying to reduce its strength and shift its direction.

However, these "wind" elements slide away smoothly from the surface of the bullet, not only failing to slow down, but even counterproductive, speeding up the bullet, as if it was not a bullet, but a piece of dangerous soap .

Of course, all these changes are complicated to say, but the speed of the bullet is so fast that even Voldemort has no time to react. The bullet has already penetrated the wind barrier and blasted into Voldemort's (Quirrell) chest, right in the heart.

"No~"

Voldemort only had time to howl, and watched helplessly as a cloud of blood exploded from his chest.

It's not like making a movie where you're still alive and kicking after being shot.

The real shooting power is huge, even if it hits the abdomen, it will kill people because of the "cavity effect" caused by the bullet rolling, not to mention that Hermione hit the heart.

Poor Quirrell didn't even have time to say his last words, so he simply took the lunch box, his heart was beaten to pieces.