Chapter 118 Quirrell’S Fantasy Adventure, Are There Any Good People In This Castle?

Chapter 118 Quirrell’S Fantasy Adventure, Are There Any Good People In This Castle?

Snapped!

Quirrell landed on a soft object smoothly without any surprise.

"LumosMaximum! (Fluorescence)"

The strong light appeared, and the devil's ivy let go of him restlessly, and they all retreated into the potted plants in the corner.

Then Quirrell sensed something was wrong.

Why is the ground so bumpy?

He reached out and fumbled around, and with the help of a lighting spell, Quirrell looked down.

He did not fall on the ground at this time, but sat on a withered yellow cabbage, and there were such cabbages everywhere.

There's something wrong, what are you doing with a bunch of cabbage?

"Idiot! Run!" Voldemort's roar echoed in his mind: "This is biting cabbage, run!"

Quirrell's face instantly turned pale.

Biting cabbage is a very scary magical plant, almost comparable to man-eating grass and poison lily.

It's okay if they are immature, their teeth will not be particularly hard, but if they are mature

Quirrell's herbal medicine is pretty good and he passed the NEWTs exam.

He knew very well that this kind of chewy cabbage was definitely ripe.

He can still deal with three or five, but on this ground...

Looking at the chewy cabbage that almost covered the room, Quirrell swallowed.

Snapped!

The sound of the glass bottle exploding sounded out of thin air, as pieces of green liquid scattered on the biting cabbage.

In an instant, the biting cabbage, which was still a little sluggish because it had just woken up, became violent and rushed towards Quirrell with its iron teeth and copper teeth.

"Violent potion, steel potion!"

"Sprout! You deserve to die!!!"

Quirrell's screams combined with curses echoed in the empty room, making those who heard it sad and those who listened to it crying.

The attack speed of Biting Cabbage has been increased, and its hardness has also been increased, which is simply not something his skinned and tender flesh can bear.

Quirrell tried to use magic spells to repel these biting cabbages, but the effect was not very good because there were too many. "The armor spell he used in a hurry was also chewed to pieces by the king and his wife.

Blood was left on his thigh, and the screams became an octave higher again.

His flesh and blood were torn off!

"Use the magic I taught you!" Voldemort was going crazy.

The person he chose was about to be chewed into pieces by a few plants. Why didn't he see that Quirrell was so useless?

Hearing the Dark Lord's roar, Quirrell hesitated for a moment, but felt another pain in his leg and finally made up his mind.

Rumble!

Flames shot into the sky, and at the cost of one finger, he cast a powerful explosion spell. The scorching high temperature combined with the powerful impact blasted dozens of biting cabbages to pieces.

Quirrell wasn't much better. His robe was burned, blood dripped all over his body, and he was gasping for air.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and leave!"

The closer he got to the Philosopher's Stone, the less Voldemort's patience became.

In his eyes, Quirrell doesn't have long to live.

The long stay and the last battle left him like a hollowed out body.

The surface is just a little weaker, but there is nothing left inside.

Simply casting a healing spell on himself to stop the bleeding, Quirrell limped into the hallway, still cursing Sprout.

I didn’t expect you, an old woman, to look gentle and kind, but you’re all just pretending!

There were so many biting cabbages spread under the devil's net.

Vicious, too vicious!

"Master, don't worry, I know Professor Flitwick. He was my former dean and there is no way he could lie to me.

Hearing the ringing in his ears, Quirrell was finally able to laugh again.

He knew very well that the dean of his college would never make a mistake like Sprout.

Sure enough, when I came to the room, it was exactly as Flitwick said, with countless winged keys flying around, but with a few more Bludgers.

Quirrell's smile faltered.

Bludgers?

Flitwick didn't tell him there were Bludgers.

But it wasn't a big problem. After seeing Quirrell limping over behind the broom, he quickly flew up to look for the correct key.

After he took off, the Bludger suddenly accelerated, and a whistling sound appeared in the air.

His scalp felt numb, and Quirrell jumped off the broom without thinking.

boom!

A deep crater appeared in the wall that was smashed.

There was no time to sigh too much, and all ten bludgers in the room began to accelerate.

Quirrell could only dodge desperately, but he was hit hard and he felt like seven or eight of his ribs were broken.

Looking at the identical keys in the sky, Quirrell went crazy.

What happened to Hogwarts?

Except for Hagrid, who is an honest man, why don't anyone else tell the truth?

Where did this cannonball, no, the bludger come from, and where is the key hidden!

"Smash those Bludgers and the key must be inside."

Voldemort reminded him again, and he was also shocked by the shamelessness of the Hogwarts teachers.

Could it be that Snape pretended to be someone else to set up such an insidious level?

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Colorful magic spells flew around the room, and keys were knocked down in pieces, but the speed of the Bludger was too fast, and the magic spell could not hit it at all.

Using his own body as bait to let the Bludgers hit him, Quirrell managed to get a few of them.

But there was nothing in it at all.

Quirrell was completely desperate. With ten Bludgers, he would be beaten to death.

On the other side, Harry, who thought he had figured everything out, hurriedly found Ronald and told his good friends what he had discovered.

"We should tell Dumbledore that we can't let Snape get his way!"

Ronald said excitedly, and Harry agreed very much. The two slipped out of the dormitory and met Hermione who was still asleep.

They told Hermione what happened, and Hermione said dissatisfiedly:

"Dumbledore already said that Snape is not a bad person and there is no way he would steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"Okay, even if you're right." The matter was urgent, and Harry didn't have time to say bad things about Snape to Hermione. He analyzed:

"It's obvious now that someone got a way through Lu Wei from Hagrid. You can't deny that, can you?"

Hermione didn't say anything, and Harry continued: "You must tell the principal about these situations. The Philosopher's Stone is now in danger."

Finally, the little witch was convinced by Harry and followed him out of the lounge.

The three of them met Professor McGonagall and got the bad news that Dumbledore had left the school.

This made Harry feel very uneasy, so he decided to go see the Philosopher's Stone first and wait for Dumbledore[

The three of them quietly rushed to the fourth floor corridor, opened the door, and saw Lu Wei sleeping in the corner, his expression changed.

"It looks like someone has already passed by. We must hurry up." Harry felt a surge of courage in his heart.

A phoenix feather appeared in Hermione's hand unconsciously.

She looked at her hand in confusion as the feathers and ashes transformed into a few words.

"Just think of it as an experience. Don't drink the potion when you come to the potion level. Wait for me to take you out.

Hermione smiled widely.

[Quest: ‘Quirrell’s Evil Fall’ progress has increased, and the reward level has increased. 】

[Mission: ‘The Evil Fall of Quirrell’ has increased progress and reward levels. 】

In front of the Mirror of Erised, Wayne sat bored on the steps, with system notifications constantly coming to his mind.

Just looking at the frequency of prompts, you can already imagine how miserable Quirrell is.

He was suddenly worried. Quirrell wouldn't be killed in the previous levels, right?

In that case, all the suffering Dumbledore had prepared for Harry would have been wasted.

Come on, Quirrell, you're the man who's going to make it to the end.

Wayne silently prayed for Quirrell.

As for Hermione coming with him, he wasn't too worried.

All levels will return to their original state after someone passes them, and his arrangements will disappear.

The game on normal difficulty is no difficulty for Hermione.

Just don't drink that magic potion, it's too disgusting.

He and Lao Deng learned how to use phoenix feathers to send messages, but he was not so luxurious as to use the feathers of the Phoenix King to send messages. They all got them from Fox.

If you want to blame, blame your master. Who inspired me?

The room was empty, so Wayne found a corner, cast a disembodiment spell on himself, and then fell into a daze.

He didn't try to get the Philosopher's Stone out.

Dumbledore set the requirements to obtain the Sorcerer's Stone because he was eager to wait for the Sorcerer's Stone, but did not use it.

Only in this way will the stone fall out of the mirror.

Wayne was satisfied with neither.

He has no interest in the Philosopher's Stone, and he has money and lifespan at his fingertips.

Half an hour later.

Quirrell passed the troll room he had personally arranged, and staggered to the hospital arranged by Snape.

At this time, Quirrell was so miserable that he only had one of the five fingers on his left hand and only three on his right hand.

The right leg shows an amazing twisted arc and needs to be dragged to walk.

His face was haggard and his body was covered in blood. If he took two steps, he would leave deep blood marks on the ground.

"Sprout, Flitwick, McGonagall...I must kill you..."

He cursed angrily, and tears of dissatisfaction flowed down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

He felt that it was a miracle that he could survive until now.

In Flitwick's level, he had to blow up another finger to break all the bludgers, otherwise he would have been smashed to death.

When I arrived at Professor McGonagall's room, I was relieved to see that there was no change in the wizard's chess game.

As a result, his chess piece rushed forward and chopped it off with a knife, but it couldn't even leave any scars on the white chess piece.

White's chess piece came up with a slap, and his piece immediately shattered into pieces.

In the end, he could only break the rules, endure the siege of all the chess pieces, blow up all the white chess pieces, and then barely pass the level.

Voldemort didn't want to talk anymore.

He had never felt that the professors in Hogwarts were so strange, more Death Eaters than the Death Eaters under his command.

"reasoning"

Quirrell was already unconscious. He picked up the parchment and couldn't read it.

Voldemort forcibly cheered up and helped Quirrell find the answer.

"Take the smallest bottle, yes, that one!"

Quirrell picked it up numbly, raised his head and took a sip.

*vomit....……

His complexion turned from white to green, and his eyes bulged.

Quirrell thought there was nothing to be afraid of. He had overcome so many difficulties.

But Snape was more vicious than he imagined.

The taste of this potion...is like it was fermented with troll saliva for three days and three nights, and then boiled with various fertilizers in the greenhouse.

It turned out that it was not a test of his reasoning ability.

It's a test of his taste tolerance!

"Don't vomit!" Voldemort shouted anxiously: "If you vomit, the medicine will have no effect. Hurry through the flames!"

"Damn Snape."

I swallowed hard what had reached my throat, and the pain in my body was nothing.

He ran desperately through the flames, entered the last room and started vomiting crazily.

Voldemort couldn't care less, he saw the Mirror of Erised and the Philosopher's Stone was inside.

".々Stand in front of the mirror."

Quirrell crawled over.

"What did you see?" Voldemort asked.

Quirrell looked intoxicated, "I saw that I became the Minister of Magic, Master. Under your leadership, we won."

Voldemort:

@!+WBg+

He already understood Dumbledore's sinister intentions.

If you can't even see the Philosopher's Stone, how can you get it?

Quirrell just lay in front of the mirror, and Voldemort thought about how to crack Dumbledore's level.

I do not know how long it has been.

Phew!

The flame that had been extinguished lit up again, and Quirrell turned around suddenly.

"Snape! Your plot will not succeed, ugh!"

Harry rushed in, and the first thing he did was bend over and vomit.

He finally understood why Hermione gave him the potion.

Taite Niang tastes terrible!

After a burst of catharsis, Harry straightened up and looked at the person lying in front of the mirror.

"Ski, Professor Quirrell?"

Harry looked at him in disbelief, breathless in shock.

How could it be Quirrell?

He had clearly seen Quirrell being threatened by Snape so many times that he was almost crying. He always thought that Quirrell was the one who loyally protected the Philosopher's Stone. There were questions about Dumbledore's judgment.

question.

Harry still liked Quirrell very much. Although Quirrell was usually timid, he still taught him a lot of useful knowledge and taught him a few magic spells.

But...it's actually Quirrell who appears here.

At this time, Tu Luo was also very shocked: "How did you pass those levels?"

Harry asked subconsciously: "Is it difficult? I got the key, Ronald won the chess game, and Hermione analyzed the potion. Isn't that enough?"

Quirrell looked at Harry, who was only covered in dust, and felt a little doubtful about life.

Could it be that this little wizard always pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?

its not right...

Based on his observations of Harry, this must be a real pig.

However, after experiencing so many professors' deceptions, he no longer believed anyone in this castle.

"Quirrell, why did you steal the Philosopher's Stone? I thought it was Snape, he..."

"Yeah." Quirrell sneered, snapped his fingers, and several ropes came out of thin air, tying Harry up tightly.

Only then did he feel more at ease, and started to follow the routine common to villains.

ridicule.

"Snape made himself very unpopular."

"With him here, who would doubt the poor, stammering Professor Quirrell?"

Fighting the pain, Quirrell stood up.

"Let him, let him stand in front of the mirror." Harry was horrified to hear another voice coming from Quirrell's body.

Quirrell respectfully untied the scarf on his head, revealing Voldemort's hideous and terrifying face, as white as chalk.

Looking into those scarlet eyes, Harry immediately surrendered in pain.

His forehead started to hurt again!

"Vol... Voldemort...!"

"It's me." Voldemort said softly.

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."

"The last time you and I met was ten years ago. You were just a baby."

"Fate is really wonderful. At that time, you ended my rule, but now, you have to witness my return."

Quirrell roughly pulled Harry to the mirror.

Harry looked up and saw himself smiling at him in the mirror, then reached into his pocket, took out a piece of bright red diamond, and put it back into his pocket.

Suddenly Harry felt his pockets feel heavy.

"I know Dumbledore too well." Voldemort's face suddenly twisted, and Quirrell was shocked. This time Voldemort's voice came from his mouth.

"You can definitely break his little tricks, right?"

"Take out the magic stone and give it to me. Maybe I can give you a good time."

"It's ridiculous to place your hopes on a first-year wizard."

The hard wand was aimed at the back of Harry's head. The pain in his forehead and the piercing killing intent coming from behind made Harry almost unable to hold on.

At this time, a spell quickly shot out from the corner, hitting the unsuspecting Voldemort and knocking him away.

"Well... I'm still in the first grade, how about I play with you?"

Wayne stepped out of the shadows and looked at Voldemort with amusement as he stood up in embarrassment.