Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 117

"This immortal."

When Clark heard Voldemort's voice, he felt bad and jumped up immediately.

Seeing the flexibility and smoothness of his movements, it turned out that the way he was dodging in embarrassment just now was all for the sake of delaying the performance.

It's just that his response was a beat after all, and the whirlwind whip spread and thickened, turning into a long dark green tornado column, sweeping over.

The powerful suction locked him firmly, and Clark's positioning skills had no room to play at all, and the whole body couldn't help but get up.

"what!"

Hermione saw Clark being swept away by the wind column, flying into the air like a waste sack, hitting the wall heavily, and screaming in fear.

"Clark?"

Her body swayed, and she sat down on the ground, her face ashen.

The next moment, there was another look of surprise on her face, because Clark's body suddenly bounced again, and yes, he struggled to his feet again.

It's just that the wizard's robe on his left side has been twisted into pieces by the wind column, and his bare arms and shoulders are covered with fine wounds like a baby's mouth, which looks **** and miserable.

Fortunately, he also wore an enchanted dragon skin vest inside, at least he was not disemboweled.

"Are you all right?" Hermione cried worriedly.

Clark was still in the mood to joke at the moment, "Try your brain, do I look like I'm fine?"

After speaking, he frowned again, and the severe pain on his left arm told him that the bone was broken.

Not only that, but his Walter pistol had fallen somewhere, and Clark clenched the wand in his right hand, which was his only remaining tool of resistance.

[The current extraction progress of the magic stone: 84.75%]

Damn, why does the progress bar get slower as it goes to the back, even 0.01 comes out, is this system created by Pin Xixi's house?

Clark's forehead was sweating, and he didn't know if it was urgent or painful.

"By the way, Professor Quirrell, if I surrender, will you spare us?"

Hermione's eyes widened in cooperation, as if it was the first time she saw Clark like this.

"No, no, no, I don't believe you, lad," Quirrell said, looking at the miserable Clark, the smile on his face could not be suppressed, "Gryffindor will never surrender unless you kneel down and lick me. boots, maybe I'll think about it."

[The current extraction progress of the magic stone: 86.16%]

"You really can call the shots?" Clark pulled a smile on his face and threw his wand on the ground.

This move made Hermione's Quirrell stunned. For wizards, the wand can be said to be their lifeblood, even if it is just a wooden stick, but without this thing, wizards and Muggles are no different.

Even if there is a wandless spellcasting, it has nothing to do with a young wizard of Clark's age.

"Is that sincere enough?" Clark spread his right hand, rushed to Quirrell, and confirmed it again.

Quirrell hesitated. Although he had already taken refuge with Voldemort, he was still a Ravenclaw, not a Slytherin. He could kill unicorns, vampires, and even a Muggle without hesitation.

But kill a wizard? Or kill a little wizard at Hogwarts, which really made it a little difficult for him to make a decision.

After all, these are not the same in concept. If he stole the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore wouldn't necessarily chase after him, but if he killed a student.

No, Quirrell glanced again at Hermione, who was huddled against the wall. It was two students.

Once he did that, Dumbledore and him would have an endless relationship.

Besides, Prewett is not yet Potter. Their family's connections in the wizarding world are not small, and now the master has not recovered, so...

Quirrell's heart turned back and forth, and the wand in his hand also subconsciously deviated from Clark's direction and drooped.

[The current extraction progress of the magic stone: 89.82%]

Clark was overjoyed.

However, the next moment, a sharp voice came, which startled Quirrell.

"Hurry up..."

"Professor Quirrell, I really feel sorry for you!"

Clark deliberately raised his volume, overpowering Voldemort's words.

Quirrell sternly raised his wand and pointed it at Clark at Voldemort's order. He had heard this sentence many times, but it didn't move him.

"Look at what you look like now, you are not human, not a ghost, how can you still have the style when you graduated from Hogwarts."

Quirrell took a step closer, and Clark forced himself to stare into his eyes, which made him look all the more sincere.

"You could not have become like this, right? You always say that Professor Dumbledore's 'love' is a false lie, but did you know that Professor Dumbledore, and even several other deans, I haven't given up on you!"

Seeing Quirrell's face full of disbelief, Clark's heart calmed down. His tone was slow, as if a friend he hadn't seen for many years was exchanging heartfelt feelings with Quirrell.

"We always say that no one will love themselves, no one will care about themselves.

They brood over the unreturned emotions for their sacrifices, but they turned a blind eye to those who took out their love and put it in front of them.

Have you ever remembered how your parents miss you after you haven't been home for a long time; the admiration from the girl who secretly paid attention to you when you were studying; when you first started working, those professors gave you their experience Shallow help, and those students, inspire you to successfully teach. "

"Didn't you ignore them all?" Clark asked with a soul.

Quirrell licked his dry lips. The little guy's words gave him a strange feeling, as if he was doing something wrong, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Hurry up..."

Voldemort was urging again.

[The current progress of absorbing the magic stone: 92.61%]

Continuing Education】!

"Even if it's what you think, you can't go back and can only go all the way to the dark. In fact, it's just your imagination."

With that, Clark raised his right hand and stretched out an index finger.

"The first level~www.mtlnovel.com~Hagrid's dog.

In Greek mythology, the three-headed dog Cerberus lived on the banks of the River Styx and guarded the gates of the underworld for Hades. Legend has it that it allows every soul of the dead to enter the underworld, but prevents any unwilling soul from escaping from the underworld.

I laugh at you Quirrell for being brave. Although this three-headed dog is no better than the original mythical creature, if you stood in front of it boldly and let the three-headed dog's snake tail take a sip, your master will definitely be shaken and wrecked. unstable. "

[The current progress of absorbing the magic stone: 94.16%]

Clark held out a second finger.

"Second round, Professor Sprout specially cultivated the Devil's Web for you.

According to legend, the devils of **** are good at seducing humans and grabbing souls. And the benevolent Hufflepuff will always accept those poor people who have nowhere to turn to. Professor Sprout, in the name of the devil, does redemption and tolerates your depravity.

I laugh at you, Quirrell, for being ruthless. If you could not fear the hardships and endure the pain of being entangled in the devil's web, your master will surely be dragged into the dark abyss and cannot escape. "

Chapter end