Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Snapped!

Quirrell landed on a soft object smoothly without any surprise.

"LumosMaximum" strong light appeared, and the devil's ivy let go of him restlessly and retracted into the potted plants in the corner.

Then Quirrell felt something was wrong.

Why was the ground so bumpy?

He stretched out his hand to fumble around, and with the help of the lighting spell Quirrell looked down.

He did not fall on the ground at this time, but was sitting on a withered yellow cabbage. There were such cabbages everywhere.

There is something wrong, what are you doing with a bunch of cabbages?

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

Qi Luo's face turned pale instantly.

Biting cabbage, a very scary magical plant, almost comparable to man-eating grass and poison lily. It would be okay if it is not mature, their teeth will not be particularly hard, but If mature,

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

He knows very well that the biting cabbage of this color is definitely the kind that is ripe.

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

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

Snapped!

The sound of the glass bottle exploding sounded out of thin air, and a large amount of dark green liquid was sprinkled on the biting cabbage.

In an instant, those biting cabbages that were still a little sluggish because they had just woken up became violent, and rushed towards Quirrell with their iron teeth and copper teeth.

"Violent potion, steel potion!"

"Sprout! You deserve to die!!!"

Qi Luo's screams echoed in the empty room together with the curses, which can make those who hear it sad and those who listen to tears. The biting cabbage has been increased in attack speed and hardness. It is not the thin skin and tender meat like him. It can be tolerated.

Quirrell tried to use magic spells to repel these biting cabbages, but the effect was not very good, because there were too many, and the armor spells used in a hurry were chewed to pieces.

Blood flowed from his The screams were left on his thighs, rising 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 his legs His upper body hurt again, and he finally made up his mind.

Boom!

The fire shot into the sky, and at the cost of one finger, he cast an extremely powerful explosive spell. The scorching high temperature combined with the powerful impact, dozens of biting cabbage. He was blown to pieces.

Quirrell was not much better. His robe seemed to be burned, and he was covered in blood. He was gasping for air.

"Don't waste time, go now!"

The closer to the Philosopher's Stone, the less Voldemort's patience becomes.

In his eyes, Quirrell can't live much longer.

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

It was just a little weaker on the surface, but there was nothing left inside.

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

I didn't expect you to be an old woman. She looks gentle and kind, but she's all pretending!

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

Vicious, so 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 buzzing 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 he came to the room, he and Fu Livy said exactly the same thing. Countless keys with wings were flying, but there were a few more Bludgers.

Quirrell's smile froze.

Bludgers?

Flitwick didn't tell him that there were still Bludgers..

But it wasn’t a big problem. When he saw 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 was numb, and Quirrell jumped off the broom without thinking.

Bang!

A deep crater appeared in the wall that was hit.

There was no time to sigh too much, and there were ten stars wandering around in the room. The balls began to accelerate.

Quirrell could only dodge desperately, but he was hit hard. He felt that 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 didn't anyone else tell the truth? Where did this cannonball, no, the Bludger come from, and where is the key hidden!

"Smash those Bludgers, the key is sure to be inside."

Voldemort reminded him again. 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 insidious levels?

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Colorful spells are on the Keys were flying around the room, and the keys were knocked down in pieces, but the speed of the Bludger was too fast, and the curse could not hit it at all.

Using his own body as a bait, Quirrell was able to make it hit by the Bludger. There were a few.

But there was nothing inside.

Quirrell was completely desperate. There were ten Bludgers, and he would be beaten to death.

On the other side, Harry, who thought he had figured out everything, also hurriedly found Quirrell. Well, tell your good friends about your findings.

"We should tell Dumbledore not to let Snape succeed! Ron said excitedly, and Harry also agreed very much. The two slipped out of the dormitory and met Hermione who was still asleep.

They told Hermione the matter, and Hermione said dissatisfied:

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

"Okay, even if you are 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 to get past Fluffy from Hagrid, you can't deny that, right?"

Hermione didn't speak, and Harry continued:"The principal must be told about these situations. The Philosopher's Stone is now in danger."

Finally, the little witch was persuaded 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 They went to look at the Sorcerer's Stone first and waited for Dumbledore to come back.

The three of them quietly rushed to the corridor on the fourth floor. When they opened the door, their expressions changed when they saw Lu Wei sleeping in the corner.

"It looks like someone has already passed by, we have to hurry up."Harry felt a surge of courage.

A phoenix feather appeared in Hermione's hand unknowingly.

She looked at her hand in confusion, and the ashes of the feather turned into a few words.

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

Hermione showed a big smile.

【Mission: The progress of Quirrell’s Evil Fall has been increased, and the reward level has been increased.】

【Mission: The progress of Quirrell's Evil Fall has been increased, and the reward level has been increased. 】

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

Just looking at the frequency of prompts, one can already imagine how miserable Quirrell was.

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

In that case, wouldn't all the suffering Dumbledore prepared for Harry be wasted.

Come on, Quirrell, you are the man who will last until 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 level-breaking game with normal difficulty is not difficult 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. Wayne found a corner, cast a disillusionment 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 Philosopher's Stone because he was eager to wait for the Philosopher's Stone, but did not use it.

Only then will the stone fall out of the mirror.

Wayne was satisfied with neither. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

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 level 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 astonishing twisting arc and needs to be dragged to walk.

His face is withered and his body is covered in blood. If he takes two steps, he will 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 destroy all the Bludgers, otherwise he would have been smashed to death.

When I came to Professor McGonagall's room, I was relieved to see that there was no change in the wizard chess and what was revealed.

As a result, his chess piece rushed forward and chopped it off with a knife, not even leaving a scratch 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 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 bottle! Quirrell picked it up numbly, raised his head and took a sip.

"vomit....."

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

Quirrell thought there was nothing to be afraid of, having overcome so many difficulties.

But Snape was more vicious than he imagined.

The smell of this potion...It's like fermenting the troll's saliva for three days and three nights, and then adding various fertilizers in the greenhouse to boil it.

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:"The medicine will have no effect if you vomit it, hurry through the flames!""

"Damn Snape."

Swallowing the thing that had reached his throat, the pain in his body was nothing. He ran desperately through the flames, entered the last room and started vomiting crazily.

Voldemort couldn't care less, he saw When you get to the Mirror of Erised, the Philosopher's Stone is inside.

"..Stand in front of a mirror. Quirrell crawled over

"What do you see? Voldemort asked.

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

Voldemort:"....."

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 was thinking about how to break Dumbledore's level.

I do not know how long it has been.

Huh~!

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

"Sri Lanka...Odd, Professor Quirrell?"

Harry looked at him in disbelief, breathless in shock.

Could it be Quirrell?

He had clearly seen Quirrell being threatened by Snape many times, almost crying. He had always believed that Quirrell was the one who loyally protected the Philosopher's Stone. There was something wrong with Dumbledore's judgment.

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 was actually Quirrell who appeared here.

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

Harry asked subconsciously:"Is it difficult? I got the key, Ron won the chess game, and Hermione analyzed it. Potion, isn't this 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...

From what he had seen of Harry, this must be a real pig.

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

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

"yes. Quirrell sneered, snapped his fingers, and a few ropes came out of thin air (good for Qian Nuo), and tied Harry up tightly.

Then he felt a lot more relieved, and started to use a routine commonly used by villains. ridicule

"Snape made himself very unpopular"

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

Enduring the pain, Quirrell stood up.

"Let him, let him stand in front of the mirror."Harry heard another voice coming from Quirrell's body in horror.

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

Looking into those scarlet eyes, Harry immediately handed it over in pain.

His forehead began to hurt again!

"volt...Voldemort...！"

"it's me."Voldemort said softly

"Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived"

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

"What a wonderful fate. 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 he reached into his pocket, took out a piece of bright red energy, and put it back into his pocket.

Suddenly Harry felt Pockets sink

"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 break his little trick, right, Harry?"

"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 murderous intention coming from behind made Harry almost unable to hold on.

At this time, a spell was shot out from the corner quickly, hitting the unsuspecting man. Voldemort, knock him away

"well...I am also in first grade, how about I play with your toys?"

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