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Charlie's voice sounded again.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and Zha Li was unwilling to wait any longer.

This voice was like a giant hand in the Nine Netherworld.

To pull Quirrell's gradually sinking consciousness out of the illusion.

The illusion in the Mirror of Erised is still evolving.

Quirrell has successfully ascended to the position of Minister of Magic.

He attended exchange conferences held by the Ministry of Magic in various countries.

At the conference, he met many great figures in the magic world.

Wizards all over the world thanked him.

Show respect.

Even the people in charge of the Ministry of Magic in other countries were submissive to Quirrell.

In this illusion of the Mirror of Erised, there is no Voldemort.

Quirrell is still Quirrell.

With his own efforts, he learned magic and worked hard at teaching.

Completed a series of breakthroughs and achievements.

Finally got everything he dreamed of.

Almost everything.

Just when Quirrell ascended to the highest stage.

A giant hand fell from the sky.

He caught Quirrell directly.

With lightning speed, he directly pulled Quirrell out of the illusion.

"No!"

"Don't end it!"

"This is my life!"

"I belong to this kind of life, I shouldn't be here"

"I shouldn't be like this"

"I am Quirrell, the most admired Quirrell!"

Qi Luo held his head with both hands, feeling very painful. He could not accept the situation when he returned to reality.

His eyes were very red. He touched the back of his head for a while, and then looked at his chest. His voice was... He became a little whimpering.

Until he saw Voldemort's cold gaze.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment.

Then he slowly shook his head.

Dreams are still dreams after all, and reality is reality after all.

"Idiot, are you awake yet?"

Voldemort's cold snort sounded.

He was helpless, but he had no choice.

The current actions depended on Quirrell's body.

If he left his body rashly, Voldemort himself would be seriously injured.

Otherwise, he would have been seriously injured. Can't bear it anymore

"idiot? Quirrell murmured.

The person who looked down on him the most turned out to be the person to whom he sold his soul and body.

Quirrell seemed to understand something.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Quirrell let out a crazy smile.

The whole person seems to be thinking crazily about something

"Hahaha, it's you, it's you who hurt me!"

"I have no chance, no way out!"

"It's all you, Voldemort! Quirrell suddenly roared and tore off his clothes.

The expression on his face became a little distorted.

Charlie dodged and jumped back. He looked at Quirrell with interest.

Now, Things are getting interesting.

It turns out that talking can be so powerful for Quirrell.

Thinking of this, Zha Li has to admire Grindelwald, the master who deceived people.

It turns out that talking can save so many things.

If he had known Zha Immediately study psychology.

Or specifically study some mysterious magic that confuses people.

As soon as Quirrell finished speaking,

Voldemort's face was a little dazed again.

His face was full of disbelief.

It seemed that he heard something impossible. The words he heard were normal.

From the reflection of the Mirror of Erised, we could see that Quirrell's face was very angry now.

It didn't look like he was being controlled at all.

Voldemort was a little confused.

This was the first time that his followers would be like this. Talk to him.

It doesn’t count as talking anymore, he just took action.

"I'll give you a chance. If you kneel down now, I can still forgive you, but I will only punish you slightly."

Voldemort calmed down and spoke slowly.

He glanced at Zha Li from the corner of his eye.

He seemed to want to see Zha Li's reaction. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

It's embarrassing and embarrassing.

But Zha Li But he sat directly on the steps, showing a very interested look.

When he met Voldemort's gaze, Voldemort felt that Charlie's face was full of ridicule.

Voldemort was very angry.

"Quirrell, you disappoint me so much."

"There is a servant like you among my followers."

Voldemort's voice was faint.

He seemed to be preparing to seduce Quirrell again.

But this time, Quirrell didn't seem to hear it. He just stood there, smiling blankly.

He laughed for a while, cried for a while.

Then he touched it again. Mirror of Erised.

Staring in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly,

Quirrell burst out laughing.

Then he picked up his wand and looked at it for a while.

Charlie raised his eyebrows slightly, and had a bold idea in his heart. Thoughts.

Voldemort's face twitched, and an extremely ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

Could this wand be used to deal with him?

No way?

Quirrell wouldn't be so rebellious.

If Voldemort hadn't now Due to the function of sweating, he should be sweating profusely now.

But it's a pity.

Voldemort and Charlie both guessed it right.

Quirrell showed a miserable smile to the Mirror of Erised.

Full of helplessness and regret.

Voldemort saw Quirrell's expression in the mirror and felt that something bad was going to happen soon.

His eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The next second

"~ Li Huo! Quirrell whispered and began to recite the spell.

Then, a burst of magic energy condensed at the tip of the wand.

Flames spurted out, shooting straight into Voldemort's parasitic chest.

The whole process happened in just a few seconds.

Between lightning and flint. , the flames wrapped around Quirrell's chest.

That is, Voldemort's face

"hiss……"

(Okay, okay)"Ah!"

Voldemort's face was submerged in flames in a short while.

At first, I wanted to endure it, but soon I couldn't help but let out a roar.

"Quirrell, you deserve to die!"

"You are so brave to do this to me!"

"Do you know what will happen if you do this?"

"stop!"

Voldemort roared.

Quirrell turned a deaf ear.

He just stared blankly at the Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, the place where Voldemort lived was engulfed by flames.

Then intact skin and flesh appeared.

Quirrell's body became clean, and again There was no trace of Voldemort.

Quirrell smiled. He chuckled at the Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, he saw his wonderful life.

"It's great, if only I could do it again."

Qiluo shook his head.

The flames gradually began to devour his body.