Chapter 69 Bree meets Voldemort for the first time
Quirrell quickly walked out of the net made by the devil's ivy. He had not forgotten this simple plant knowledge, and he quickly passed through the key room arranged by Professor Flitwick.
Looking for keys?
Sorry, Quirrell chose to use powerful magic to cast the Unlocking Spell.
After he used magic to turn into a puff of smoke, he passed through the chessboard and came to the troll house he had arranged. Looking at the troll lying in front of the door, Quirrell stepped forward to get rid of it.
He didn't care at all about the troll's lethargy, he only felt contempt for it.
"ah!"
"Touch!" Quirrell, who had just approached the troll, was suddenly struck hard against the wall with a mace from the giant monster. Severe pain hit him, and Voldemort's face was completely embedded in the wall.
"idiot!"
Voldemort cursed angrily, and Quirrell quickly grabbed the wand and covered his bloody chest.
"Shattered to pieces!"
"bump!"
The angry giant monster was hit by a crushing spell from the ferocious Quirrell. The merciless spell exploded the giant monster into pieces in an instant, splashing everywhere, and a smell even more foul than Quirrell's garlic smell filled the air.
Come on, Quirrell couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
Soon, Quirrell left the room and came to the potion level prepared by Snape. Very good, Quirrell was not interested in solving puzzles. He cast a powerful fire and water invulnerability spell directly on himself.
, he traveled through the past and came to the house where the Mirror of Erised was placed.
"Mirror of Erised!"
Obviously, both Voldemort and Quirrell knew it, or had used it.
Quirrell looked a little ugly. He recalled the first time he saw the Mirror of Erised. In the mirror, he became a great magic master, became a professor at Hogwarts, and was admired by thousands of people academically.
.
Unfortunately, although I am a professor now, I am hated by the little wizards. Academically, I have also been rejected by major newspapers and periodicals because of my talent, making me a useless person.
"Dreams and reality, the magic mirror of desire will arouse the inner desire!"
Voldemort said to Quirrell in a cold voice: "Go, stand in front of the mirror, the Sorcerer's Stone is inside!"
Mirror!
Quirrell did not dare to go against Voldemort's words, and after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, he would be able to get everything he wanted. All desires would no longer be illusory and would become reality!
Bree silently stared at Quirrell's back with a sneer on his face. As long as Quirrell dared to approach that mirror, he would be seriously injured...
die?
No, no, no, Bree didn't want him to die so worthlessly. He still needed to help Bree eliminate Dumbledore's suspicions and solve Slytherin's troubles.
For him, the enemy is also a part that can be used. Only with absolute rationality can he obtain a brighter future.
Quirrell stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, but what he saw was scenes of desire. He became the most amazing wizard, and the people underneath cheered for his wisdom!
But the magic stone never appeared.
Voldemort seems to have discovered some mystery...
"Leave quickly!"
There's someone here!
Voldemort felt someone was watching him, and immediately spoke to Quirrell in his mind, but it was still too late.
"hiss!"
Quirrell only felt that a huge purple-black flame python suddenly broke into his field of vision. It rushed towards him from the Mirror of Erised and continued to expand. After being reminded by Voldemort, he could only twist his body to avoid it, but he was hit by the giant before.
It was very difficult for him to complete such an action when the monster attacked him, so that he was tightly entangled by the flame python. The python bit him on the shoulder, and the flames wrapped around his body.
"Ah, it's Li Huo!"
Lihuo burns everything and is a symbol of violence. According to common sense, Lihuo cannot be controlled, but under the natural magic power of Bri, it is as obedient as a pet and uses its fingers like an arm.
"All curses end!" Quirrell struggled to use his wand and cast the only spell on himself that could suppress the fire. However, the fire cast by Bree using natural magic power still remained, which allowed Voldemort to secretly use his own power.
Protecting Quirrell, this waste, made Li Huo disappear.
"Brie…Brie Ord!"
Quirrell was writhing on the ground in pain, his robes were in tatters, and his whole body was dark. When he saw Bree coming out of the turret, his face was full of resentment.
"You learned dark magic in the Forbidden Zone!"
If the magic was learned through the notes given by Quirrell, the contract must have changed, but Voldemort never noticed it, so Quirrell thought of the forbidden book area, which was the only one that was most likely to allow Bree to learn such cutting-edge black magic.
"Sorry Professor, I thought you needed some warmth. Your eyes are too cold sometimes."
Bree's hands were empty, which made Quirrell feel that Bree was contemptuous of him and very arrogant. But what he didn't know was that this was when Bree decided to use all his strength. The wand was just a cover for him now. Naturally,
Magic is his trump card.
"I assume you're waiting for someone?"
Bree knew clearly that the levels outside were created by Dumbledore against the Savior, and it was obvious that the troll had been dealt with by Quirrell... ugh, the smell of roasted troll meat with garlic was so disgusting.
Brie gathered a magical whirlwind in her hands, preparing to ventilate the place.
"All petrified!"
"Whoosh!"
Quirrell laughed at Bree for not having a wand, and was so arrogant that he immediately hit Bree with a stone that turned them all into stone.
Bu Li's face was surprised. He condensed his fingers, and a leaf appeared. Then the leaf turned into a grass snake, which counteracted the petrification spell. However, Bu Li still put some water in it, causing the finger to be knocked down.
Feeling a little stiffer.
"Do you have murderous intentions towards me?"
With that contract, Bree always thought that Quirrell couldn't take action against her, but obviously, Bree was wrong, and there was a strange feeling of gaze just now.
Bree looked at the back of Quirrell's head.
"wind!"
The wind howled, and the small stone interior wall was constantly scratched by the wind, leaving cracks.
Quirrell wanted to escape, but the wind picked him up on the ground and smashed him against the wall. At the same time, the cold wind blades mixed with it left dense slender wounds on his body, and the turban on his head was cut open and scattered.
, revealing his bald head covered with fine blade wounds.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! And on the back of his head, a terrifying human face without a nose glared at Bree.
"Voldemort?"
So ugly!
Who is Quirrell's master? Apart from Voldemort, Bree couldn't think of anyone else. Sure enough, the savior saved the wizarding world, and killing Voldemort was just a lie.
"Oude!"
Voldemort roared that he didn't want to meet Bree so soon, but he couldn't hide it anymore, so let him learn Bree's magic.
Soon, Voldemort changed his tone due to the pain caused by the contract, and said kindly: "You are indeed a unique child, I understood it from the beginning."
Voldemort said strange words in order to guide Bree into his trap after discovering the secret room.
"Slytherin should be great. As descendants of Slytherin, please let us duel fairly."
Voldemort took control of Quirrell, causing his body to twist strangely - the back became the front.
"Then, please use your magic." Voldemort held Quirrell's wand and stared at Bree with piercing eyes. The magic he just felt definitely did not belong to a wizard, but it was familiar to him, which aroused his attention.
As Voldemort stood up straight, as strange as a snake-faced monster, with an elegant posture, Voldemort said: "You know clearly, child, I can't kill you, I just want to see the descendants of Slytherin.
How good is it?"
Voldemort's eyes were red, as if to show that he and Bree had red eyes.
"Sorry, I have to ask, will Slytherin's red eyes bring such terrible side effects?"
Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Bree asked, but Voldemort just kept a cold face and said nothing. Bree now even more did not think that he was a descendant of Slytherin, and their red eyes were completely different.
Voldemort's red eyes were more like gems like flowing blood, while her own were more like the red glow before darkness, and Bree felt it clearly.
But again, the person they were waiting for hadn't arrived yet.
Bree is waiting for the audience, while Voldemort is waiting for the tools to get the Philosopher's Stone and the vessel for resurrection.
"I guess you're not stupid, right?"
Bree looked at Voldemort with some uncertainty, because Bree saw madness in his eyes, and maybe a little sanity, but not much.
Bree cast a duel salute on Voldemort and chuckled: "Dumbledore has such a simple trap, why are you still here?"
Voldemort suppressed the violent emotions in his body and replied with a salute: "Dumbledore, who thinks he is smart, is the stupidest. He only thought that Quirrell was a Death Eater, but he never thought that I would dare to come to Hogwarts!"
"This is the only chance!"
It is Voldemort's only chance to get the Sorcerer's Stone. Who made the arrogant Dumbledore choose Harry to participate in this matter? Maybe Dumbledore just wanted to train Harry and was not ready to let him face Voldemort directly, or maybe the wizard
Luo, but things will never develop exactly as he thinks.
Voldemort waved his wand fiercely and quickly imprisoned Bree. There was a gust of wind at Bree's feet. He jumped lightly and escaped the curse. The curse left a small mark on the wall behind Bree, and
Bree dodged and a spurt of flames erupted from her hand, shrouding Voldemort.
"You want to kill me?" Voldemort looked coldly, waved his arm strangely again, and immediately cast a powerful protective spell. A huge roar sounded, sparks flew everywhere, and fell to the ground with a sizzling sound, followed by a green light.
He rushed out of the fire and shot at Bree quickly.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Voldemort's face twitched, the contract was in effect, and he could not harm Bree. The confinement spell just now was fine, and he was only slightly uncomfortable, but using this fatal death curse clearly exceeded the permission of the contract.
But Voldemort understands that he can't kill Bree now. Not only does the wand not cooperate with this body, but also the temporarily huge magic power obtained by sucking a large amount of unicorn blood in the soul does not want to do anything to Bree. He is everywhere at this time.
be restricted.
But Bree didn't. Voldemort owed his life, and Bree didn't owe Voldemort anything. Bree's killing of Voldemort would make the contract instantly balanced, and they wouldn't owe each other anything, but when everyone dies, the contract will naturally disappear. At most