Chapter 84 Quirrell...have you always been so brave?
After making a plan and realizing that there were not many loopholes, Rove no longer considered the issues of Voldemort and the Basilisk, but began to check the rewards of the system.
He has successfully "obtained" the Dark Lord's original scarf.
The process of getting it was also very simple. Quirrell untied his scarf and put it on the podium, and then the students threw it into the trash can like garbage.
Rolf went to the trash can and took a quick look. The scarf had been severely damaged by the students and Peeves' constant attacks, and could not be used at all.
He has no intention of picking up trash, even if it is an "original scarf".
Fortunately, the system still has a conscience and gave the Dark Lord the magic used to make the scarf, so that Rolf can make the "same scarf" himself in the future.
In comparison, he is even more eager to try the magic of "Shapechanger" now.
The effect of shapeshifter is to invade the animal's consciousness and control its behavior. The primary difficulty of this magic is of course "intrusion".
If there is an emotional bond between the shapechanger and the animal, it will be easier to "invade".
But if there is no emotional basis, complete strangers, or even hostility, you will encounter strong resistance from animal spirits.
If the invaded magical creature's spiritual power is strong enough, this resistance may even cause damage to the soul of the shapechanger.
Of course, if the shapeshifter is strong enough, he can use violence to enter. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have any emotional foundation, but it's still not as easy as having emotions... and more postures can be unlocked.
Luofu has no worries in this regard, because he has completely domesticated the bowtruckle, the evil bird, the salamander and an invisible beast, and these animals are all very suitable for him.
Rolf is ready to give it a try.
The boy whistled, and a Bowtruckle emerged from the dense woods. It hooked the branches and drew a huge arc in the air. Like an ape, it quickly swung into Luofu's hand.
Luofu held up the Bowtruckle, looked at it gently, and said softly:
"Groot, my consciousness will enter your body, don't resist...relax, as usual, it won't hurt, okay?"
The simple Groot didn't quite understand what the boy meant, but since it was Rolf who requested it, he turned his head and nodded shyly with a shy look on his face.
Luofu took out a small knife and pricked his finger. Blood beads rolled down. Bowtruckle held the boy's finger and blew it hard, as if he was very distressed.
It had to bleed the first time, but it was Rolf's blood.
He chanted magic, soaked the drops of blood on the Bowtruckle's head, and let it lick the warm blood drops.
Luofu took three drops before he looked at the Bowtruckle. He could feel a slight struggle, but after all, he had tamed the Bowtruckle 100%, and the barrier like a barrier was pierced in an instant.
When he opened his eyes again, Luofu's field of vision had come to the Bowtruckle's body, but the main body was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
The young man controlled Bowtruckle's body. He stood up, but when he walked, he was trembling, swaying, and very uncoordinated.
After walking only a few steps, Luofu stumbled and fell to the ground, making him lose his shit.
It took him a while to get used to it before he could stagger around. Although he would fall when running too fast, he was already much better.
Luo Fu became excited. He really felt like a Bowtruckle at the moment. Even if he fell, the pain feedback was so real.
After wandering around for a while, the boy ran towards Shirley. When he got closer, he suddenly exerted force, suddenly quickened his pace, jumped up, and stepped up Shirley's robe seven or eight steps before he showed any signs of falling.
But Rolf did not fall. He had already reached out and grabbed Shirley's ponytail. The boy continued to climb forward like an ape, and soon reached the girl's shoulders.
Rolf sat on Shirley's shoulders, raised his head, swayed, and watched her feeding the colorful ball fish.
This is an amazing feeling!
When Shirley stood up, Rolf failed to steady his body and stumbled into the pool.
The girl suddenly stretched out her hand and steadily caught Luo Fu who almost fell into the water. She gently held it in her hand and said softly:
"Did you drink fake wine, Groot?"
Shirley looked at the confused Bowtruckle and thought it was cute. She reached out her fingers and touched the naughty guy's head, then with a bright smile, she tapped its head affectionately with the tip of her nose.
Rolf withdrew from the Bowtruckle's control, and his consciousness returned to his own body. The young man rubbed his cheek, and he suddenly understood the feeling of Professor McGonagall being fucked by him.
This magic...real punishment!!
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night,
An evil bird flew out of the Hufflepuff lounge.
Rolf has become a little obsessed with shapeshifters. He has changed three magical creatures in one day. Now it will be the turn of the Evil Bird.
However, he also discovered a problem. His consciousness entering the body of a magical creature can only last for half an hour at most before he is forced back.
Rolf cannot control two magical creatures at the same time, which should be his limit at this stage.
But half an hour is enough, neither too long nor too short is good.
Rolf spread his wings and flew along the corridor. When he passed by the second floor, he saw Filch patrolling, with Mrs. Norris beside him.
Filch also saw the evil bird above his head, but he didn't say anything. He just muttered a few words and seemed to recognize it as Rolf's bird.
Rolf was flying in the castle. He was going to see Quirrell, so he flew towards the school hospital on the second floor.
But before arriving at the campus hospital, I heard conversations in a corridor.
He flew towards them lightly, landed quietly on a towering statue, and then listened carefully.
"...No...don't know why you want to...meet me here, Severus..."
"What, you want to meet me on the rooftop?" Snape stared into Quirrell's eyes.
"No...it's not..."
Without the Dark Lord, Quirrell could finally scratch the back of his head as much as he wanted. He scratched a few times and said, "I'm injured... Madam Pomfrey didn't allow me to come out for too long..."
"Then I'll make a long story short." Snape interrupted: "Have you figured out how to subdue Hagrid's three-headed dog?"
"Severus, you..." Quirrell looked at Snape as if in shock: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Don't understand?" Snape said in a cold voice: "Don't you know there is a magic stone hidden under the restricted area?"
"Do you want to steal the Sorcerer's Stone..." Quirrell stammered. "This is not good...if Professor Dumbledore finds out..."
"Stop pretending, Quirrell." Snape said coldly: "I know your purpose, you don't want me to be your enemy..."
Rolf stood on the armor and looked at the scene below, feeling that Dumbledore had really tricked Snape.
Dumbledore probably told Snape to monitor Quirrell, but he didn't tell him that Voldemort was behind Quirrell, and that the Dark Lord was even hiding on the back of Quirrell's head.
If he knew about this, Snape would definitely not dare to directly threaten Quirrell like this.
But this is also Professor Snape's ability. After stopping Quirrell from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, he can still persuade Voldemort to trust him in the future.
What is a top spy?
At this moment, there was a crashing sound, and someone accidentally knocked down an armor. The armor made a shrill, blood-curdling scream, piercing the silent castle.
Luofu turned around and looked. It seemed that he was not the only one eavesdropping. There were other wizards nearby, and those people either used the Disguise Charm or were wearing... an invisibility cloak.
Snape turned around suddenly and asked sharply: "Who's there?"
But no one answered.
Quirrell stared at Snape. He suddenly took a step forward and hugged Snape's thin body from behind.
under the moonlight,
bald man,
Hugging a middle-aged man.
Tight.
Snape was completely stunned. He said angrily: "Let go, Quirrell."
Seeing Snape struggling, Quirrell reached out and pulled his greasy hair, crying:
"Severus...I didn't do anything...don't force me again..."
Quirrell was thrown away by the magic bullet and hit the wall.
Rolf stood on the armor and looked at Quirrell who fell to the ground, his whole body was stunned.
Quirrell...have you always been so brave?
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(Thanks to "Nightlight Front", "Bookworm Shop" and "Book Friends" for their tips.)