Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 116

Clark's bullet missed unexpectedly because of the light-distorting illusion around Quirrell.

Fortunately, he was not surprised by this result. The wizards in the wizarding world were not completely ignorant of firearms. In the two wars that affected the entire European continent, there were also wizards involved.

For this gunpowder weapon in the Muggle world, experienced old wizards often have their own set of coping methods. That is to say, the wizarding world has become much more peaceful in the past ten years, which will lead to some young wizards completely ignorant of such things as guns.

"boom!"

Clark pursed his lips, his left hand holding the gun was still steady and powerful, and continued to fire the third lesson bullet in the magazine, but this time the place he aimed at was slightly shifted to the right.

Quirrell's wand waved at will, setting up wind walls, and the invisible force formed a turbulent flow in front of him, deflecting the bullet's trajectory, making him wonder where it went.

If the pistol can't grasp the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, once the wizard reacts, there are many ways to resist.

Iron armor spells, obstacle spells, transformation spells, and even Illusory Body Spells, Imperius Curses, and Disarming Spells, if you can't solve the bullet, you can solve the shooter. There is always one that can work.

"Give it up!" Quirrell shouted, casting a layer of Iron Armor on himself. "Yours is a German-made Walter PPK pistol, right? It's small and powerful. It's a pity I saw it in Albania. This gun, it only has seven bullets."

Clark didn't move at all and continued to pull the trigger.

"boom!"

The flying bullet was intercepted by the Barrier Charm and hung in front of Quirrell.

"Three, only three left."

"boom!"

The result was still the same. Quirrell was hiding behind layers of defenses, and he didn't dare to take the lead. Even a wizard would be a pain in the ass.

"Two!"

Quirrell's countdown got louder and louder, filled with a strong sense of urgency.

But Clark knew he couldn't stop, yes, a pistol was really nothing to a prepared wizard, but his gun wasn't just for deterring Quirrell.

In many online articles that Clark has read in his previous life, there are Taoist priests who use gunpowder to perform thunder, and explosions simulate thunderbolts, so as to subdue demons and subdue demons. This is the art of fire and thunder. The most famous of them is the late Northern Song Dynasty. God Xiaodao.

Ghosts belong to yin, and thunder and fire belong to yang. The roar of this gunpowder explosion is the most masculine explosion, and it has a strong restraint effect on demons and ghosts.

And at this moment, in this small room, there is also a lonely ghost, that is Voldemort.

The swords of the previous dynasty can behead the officials of the current dynasty, and the metaphysics of the East can also be effective in the West.

Every time Clark pulled the trigger, the remnant of Voldemort hidden behind Quirrell's head was startled by the sound of gunpowder exploding, screaming and screaming, as if he had returned to the days when he was hiding in Albania.

At that time, every time there was a thunderstorm, he would be the same as now. When he heard the thunder, his entire remnant soul seemed to be crushed by a stone mill.

Voldemort's pain also disrupted Quirrell's magic, making his spellcasting less successful, so much so that he could rush the world to cast defensive magic only when Clark didn't shoot.

And this is exactly what Clarke wished, he originally wanted to interfere with Voldemort, so that he could not shoot, so delaying time.

[The current extraction progress of the magic stone: 60.3%]

【……60.9%】

The numbers kept beating, Clark's heart was almost in his throat, and he needed to drag on for a while longer.

Yes, when she was in front of Hermione just now, she secretly transferred the magic stone to Clark's trouser pocket.

Clark clearly felt at that time that there was an irregular thing sticking to his thigh, and a strange touch of heat and cold spread all over his body from a hole in his pocket.

Then, the system prompt sounded.

[Ding, you have come into contact with the legendary element 'magic stone', do you draw energy? 】

In this case, what else can Clark choose? Of course, click [Yes]. After all, the Philosopher's Stone is not his own.

In the corner of his eye, the progress indicated by the system has jumped to [68.4%], and Clark fired another shot.

No way, Quirrell is very shrewd, and now doesn't give him a chance to delay at all. Once Clark's attack shows intermittent signs, he will be pointed at by Quirrell's wand.

"boom!"

The bullet was split in half by Quirrell's wind blade, and the armor was fully stacked, and he was even ready to start a counterattack.

"One, you and your little girlfriend, prepare to enjoy despair."

Quirrell yelled wildly and excitedly.

Clark had to use the expertise of the [dexterous left hand] to open the bow left and right. While using the pistol in his left hand to intimidate Quirrell, he used the wand in his right hand to release Transfiguration, and he controlled the magic activation rope to rush towards the enemy.

It's just that he had already used this trick in the Forbidden Forest. For Quirrell, the same trick would not work.

The whirlwind in the air was deformed by his magic, turning into a green tornado snake, entangled with the activation rope, and quickly tied three or four dead knots, forcing the activation rope to move.

Clark can see that this Professor Quirrell is worthy of being a senior of Ravenclaw, and most of the magic he uses is ancient elemental magic that controls the wind.

This ancient spell system that requires wizards to communicate with natural elements has long been abandoned by contemporary wizards because of the risk of being assimilated by the will of the elements, and it is unknown that Quirrell turned it out from that old book.

It's no wonder that his will is so unstable, the wind, flowing and changing, isn't it just a piece of grass.

Quirrell raised his wand, poised to cast a powerful offensive spell, and Clark held his gun, trying his best to wait until the last moment before the opponent's spell was finished before pulling the trigger.

"boom!"

The last bullet escaped in the flames of the crossfire and flew towards Quirrell's heart, but as the opponent's wand lifted, he didn't know where it went.

【77.2%】

Not enough time!

Clark bravely rushed up~www.mtlnovel.com~ Hermione tried to grab him from behind, but was thrown away by him.

"Snapped!"

Clark, who accelerated and rushed, made a flexible change of direction, rolled to the right, and a wind whip hit the place where he stood just now, leaving a deep dent.

Quirrell laughed wildly, as if he wanted to take revenge for all the suffocation he had just suppressed. Every time he swung his wand, a whirlwind whip hit the floor heavily.

Clark could only roll on the ground in embarrassment, like a beast being trained by a trainer. He finally realized how Norberta felt when he was trained.

Large and small wounds appeared on his arms and thighs, which were cut by the wind blade when the wind whip disintegrated.

【81.1%】

Clark is another tumble.

"Stop playing, hurry up!"

A weak voice came from the back of Quirrell's head, and Voldemort finally recovered from the gunpowder thunder and spoke.

Chapter end