"Who?" Qi Luo and his master were both frightened. No one should know about this matter. This matter should be top secret. Why is this?

Logically speaking, it would take time for the people on Hogwarts to find out that he must have found that he was in the middle of his career, and he also had an insider who was placed among the professors. This group of people would not be able to reach this place at this time no matter what.

Someone must first find out that he is no longer in Hogwarts, and then look for this person, confirm whether he has left school and whether he is in his own office, and then consider saving the Philosopher's Stone after he can't find anyone within the entire campus.

In other words, no one will find this place at this time, unless someone doubts him from the beginning.

"Do you still know me? Professor Quirre?" Ronan slowly walked out from the Roman pillar at the gate of the last gate.

"It's you!" Qiluo looked panicked, and first shrank his whole body habitually, then stammered and affirmed: "You are the mysterious man who came with Harry Potter in the new semester!"

"It's me, how about it? Isn't it a surprise?"

"But how is it possible? What kind of hatred do you have with me? Why should you target me?" Qiluo Haihui Temple did not give up on the possibility of trying to convince Ronan.

But Ronan made up his mind to deal with this guy from the beginning. Although Kiro was forced at the beginning, according to his crimes, even if he was just an accomplice, it would be enough to let him die a few times. However, the magic world is now all civilized, and they usually choose to throw people to Azkaban.

Ronan said, "In your memory, we may have no grudges or grudges, but if you knew my identity, you wouldn't think so. I am Harry's friend, a very good friend. And you, I knew from the beginning that the guy who was timid and hiding in your turban, haha, just a dead soul that was breathing."

"Ah!" Qiluo suddenly let out a scary howl, but it was not Qiluo's voice. The sound came from the turban and said in a hoarse and terrifying tone: "Qilo, untie your turban!"

"But my master, you are still very weak!"

"Disaster is a more ridiculous way! Let me go! I am immortal..."

Qilu had no choice but to untie the turban and reveal another face on the back of his head. It was hideous and terrifying, especially when it grew on the back of someone else's head, showing a feeling of uneasiness that was thought to be extremely terrifying.

Voldemort, who was finally able to breathe fresh air, even felt the long-lost pleasure for a moment, but it was fleeting.

But Quirrell was even more miserable. He didn't even have the joy of that moment, only despair and helplessness. Yes, Voldemort is immortal, but this immortality does not belong to him Quirrell. Once the turban is untied, it means that even if he escapes, he can only be a hiding fugitive for the rest of his life.

"Hahahaha, I really didn't expect that you could see through my disguise? I don't remember you, Asian, say your name." Voldemort asked curiously.

"I didn't want to say anything more to you, but letting you know it is also a little respect for you.

Listen, my name is Ronan, my surname is Ronan, but you can also call me Ronan Eastwood." Ronan slowly pulled out his Anubis sword, and the white light made the entire underground space brighter a little.

"Ha, is it still a sword?" Voldemort chuckled, his face saying he was dissatisfied. So what if he could find him? Can a sword beat a person who uses a magic wand?

Ronan ignored his contempt and silently put on his own posture. The tip of the sword pointed at Voldemort's forehead. This was a classic offensive posture. In this posture, he could quickly narrow the distance between himself and the enemy, so that his sword blade could be placed on the opponent's throat faster.

But this is also a posture of self-defeating. It is not suitable for retreating. Once the attack fails, the swordsman will fall into an extremely embarrassing situation.

However, it was this extremely professional starting style that made Voldemort feel more at ease. Although he was a descendant of the poor Mavoro family, he learned a lot of old noble styles because of his noble blood, and sword skills were also one of them.

So Voldemort, who saw Ronan's move, even slowly restrained his murderous intentions and wanted to tease Ronan.

"Qillow, let this swordsman show you why the swordsman is eliminated."

"As for the order, my master." Hearing Voldemort's words, Quirrell also let go of his guard.

He slowly took out his wand, pointed at Ronan, and asked curiously: "No one has told you, is it better not to use swordsmanship to fight the enemy?"

Ronan nodded and smiled, "There are many people who say this to me, but I want to prove that my swordsmanship can surprise them."

"Then I will come to see the experience today, and I will all be transformed into...ah!"

Qiluo wanted to tease Ronan, so he didn't use any powerful evil curse, but what he didn't expect was that Ronan's actions were faster than him, and Ronan's attack was much faster than him.

"A flash of shock!" A white lien flashed out from Luo Nan's sword body and extended far and far along the tip of his sword.

"Ah!" Qiluo was stunned for a moment, his legs became weak, he leaned back and fell to the ground.

The sword energy passed over Qilu's body, and opened a hole in his decent formal outfit. When Qilu stood up again from the ground, his pants fell off, revealing the pure white boxer pants inside.

"How is it? Is the skill good? I have put a lot of effort into aiming," asked Ronan.

Qiluo's face was as dark as a coal ball, and he said viciously: "This is an insult! It is definitely your biggest mistake to not kill me immediately, and it is also your last mistake, with many obstacles!"

He immediately blocked the route in front of Ronan using the obstacle spell, and then put layers of protection on himself.

"Armored body, super armored body... Finally - Flame Bear!"

Boom! Finally, the entrance of the stone chamber was filled with burning flames. The flame had no roots, but it became more and more prosperous. Soon, the stone slabs there became red and gradually began to have a viscous texture.

"No one who knows my identity can leave. Ronan, it's a pity that you are so young and will die here. If you have companions, you may not be so lonely..." Quirrell was really serious this time.

"First of all, I'm not young, I just look young, but in fact I don't know how many years I've lived; secondly, I did bring my companions, but they won't interfere in the fight between me and you for the time being."

"What?" Quirrell was shocked again, "Who else?"

"I, Kotojo Jotaro, a passionate Japanese friend." Jotaro, with a white robe and a golden chain, had a bookish atmosphere, walked out from behind the hiding Roman pillar.

"Ah..."

"And I, Noriaki Kakyo, is also a Japanese guy." Kakyo Kayo still continues his classic outfit, but there are some changes in details.

"..." Qiluo was speechless. Could it be that there was still someone else?

"Hehe, I'm a little embarrassed. This is Abudru, an Egyptian." Abudru, with a dreadlocked head, was on the ground.

Qiluo was a little stunned. Could it be that his old eyes were dizzy at this time? So many people were hiding behind him, but they didn't hear any sound?

"Hahahaha, there is another one, Porunarev is on top, and is from France."

"Wow, ah!" Qiluo was so angry that she was singing Peking Opera. It was outrageous. Did I not have ears? He had already begun to doubt himself.

"Damn, who else?"

After asking, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked out with a smile. It was not their fault that they were not serious, but they really couldn't help it.

In fact, a wizard is a typical unit with high attack and weak protection. It is similar to infantry in modern warfare. One shot can result in the opponent's life, and the other party can also do the same thing. One-on-one can also turn around and move, and play tricks, but one-on-many, either run quickly or wait for death.

Seeing so many people, Quirrell was instantly scared, and there was no place to run away. There was no room for him to move inside Hogwarts. If he had to bite the bullet, how many times could his small body withstand?

"Bastard!" Even Voldemort was angry, "Qillow, is this your foolproof?"

Luo Nan raised his sword again and said with a smile: "Anxin, this time it will still be a one-on-one fight between you and me. I asked them to come out just to see it."

"Why..." Although Quirreau didn't believe Ronan's words, he could only bite the bullet and fight, kill one to make a fortune, and two make a fortune.

"Avada Sominth (Avada gnaws big melon)!"

A life-seeking curse rushed straight to Ronan, and a lazy donkey from Ronan rolled and flashed through a blow, and in an instant, several sword lights were slashed out.

Buzzing, the continuous flashing of the shield in front of Qiluo made him feel panicked like a mess. The attack power of the big sword was really strong, and the shield that could withstand several ordinary curse was almost instantly alerted.

Quirot had to pull back and wave his wand, setting up many obstacles along the way.

"Hahahaha, the distance is far enough now, you can't come over, I want to see what you want to do! Avada - chew..."

Just as Quirrell condensed his determination and murderous intent to release his strongest life-seeking curse, he saw a scene that he could not believe in any case.

Ronan held the sword in both hands, shaking rhythmically, and pronounced a word: "Destroy your weapon!"

So after this simple spell, he first hit Qilu's wand.

"What?" Quirrell tried his best to control it, but he still couldn't help but watch his wand fly out.

"How is that possible!" His angry voice became sharper, turning into a father-in-law's voice, but this still couldn't change this fact.

Luo Nan smiled and said, "Who told you that the great sword can't be a magic wand at the same time?"
Chapter completed!