Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"How is it possible! Voldemort!! How could you come out!!!"

The sound just now came from Quirrell's own throat. He knew this very clearly. It was precisely because he knew it that he was so frightened.

His mood at this time could be described as rising and falling, as exciting as a roller coaster.

"Thank you Quirrell," Quirrell said to himself as if he had lost control of his mouth and throat. "If you hadn't been stupid, you wouldn't have given me such a chance, so in the final analysis, I still have to thank you. you."

After finishing speaking, 'Qi Luo' also performed a [-]-degree breast-stroking ceremony on his own. His posture and etiquette were impeccable. It would have been better if he had ignored the panic on his face.

After losing his [mouth] and [throat], Quirrell was also quickly losing control of his body.

At this time, the strange statue tattoo on his arm was burning hot, which made Quirrell know the whole story.

From the day I discovered the statue, this was Voldemort's back-up plan!

"Oh, it seems you have thought of it," Voldemort admitted simply as if sensing Quirrell's thoughts, "Yes, just as you thought, I made a deal with this being, and I found him Come to the Philosopher's Stone, half for each person."

"Perhaps your attempt will fail. Voldemort and the Philosopher's Stone, we are also determined to get it."

A sudden voice came from behind Quirrell. Voldemort, who had completely gained control of his body, turned around directly, holding the wand in his hand.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Casting a death curse on someone who disagrees is very Voldemort-like.

A dark green magic beam hit the man standing behind Quirrell. With a muffled sound, the man's body bowed back slightly. Time seemed to have stopped, and there was no movement on either side.

The wind gently drove a leaf away from the big tree, flying in the air, and was finally abandoned again, falling slowly between the two of them, like a girl abandoned by a scumbag.

"That's it?"

The man who was hit by the death curse was holding a three-finger-wide knight's sword, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He has short white hair, which stands upright. He looks very tough at first glance. He has strong facial features that give him a sense of "this is a man", as well as sprouting beard, broad shoulders and a thick body. , this is the handsome man of the uncle type.

"Awada eats a big melon!!!"

Not giving up, Voldemort once again released the killing curse attack.

It was still a muffled sound, even worse than the last time. This time, after the man was prepared, he could resist the impact of the spell with only his own chest muscles.

"It seems that the notorious Voldemort and the famous Dark Lord II cannot rely on the Avatar to kill me."

He flicked the non-existent dust on his chest with his left hand easily and comfortably, and pulled out the knight's sword from the ground with a gentle pull of his right hand.

"Then, let me introduce myself first," he said with a standard gesture, "Knight Templar, Knight Commander of the Purging Knights of the Order - Viander Octa."

After explaining his two identities, Octa walked over with a knight's sword in one hand, seemingly not caring whether the opponent could still fight back.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort frowned. He couldn't believe that someone could withstand the death curse without dying. "You have no soul! No, you are not a human being!"

The death curse cannot be resisted by non-physical defenses, and it directly affects the soul when it touches the body. This spell is not so much about killing life as it is about directly destroying the soul.

"Uh-huh, you're wrong, Mr. Voldemort, I am a human being, a complete human being." Octa laughed a few times. "By the way, Quirrell, are you still there?"

"Yes, yes! I'm still here!"

Hearing this, Octa smiled and stood still in a formulaic manner.

"Then, Mr. Voldemort, would you like to cooperate with me to take root in another place?"

"Take root!" 』

"Are you treating me like one of those lowly plants?"ah!The great Voldemort was actually killed by a mere Muggle——』

"It seems you are unwilling." Octa sighed, raised his right hand, and raised his left hand to hold the back end of the sword hilt. "Then I'm sorry, Quirrell, die with Voldemort. There is a It can be said to be an honor that such a famous person is buried with you."

Many little people become famous not because of their own abilities or strength, but because they have done many great things!

The one who dismounted the emperor, the one who cried down the Great Wall, the first to shoot, the first to rise up.

And now, Quirrell is about to be buried with Voldemort. There must be this bright stroke on his epitaph.

"Actually, your mission has been completed, Mr. Quirrell." Octa's sword exuded a light blue light, which showed that it had magic power attached to it. "After all, you have successfully brought the magic stone, haven't you."

"No, no, no! There is another being who needs the Philosopher's Stone!"

Quirrell's mind was spinning to the limit under the crisis of his life, and he immediately thought of the hungry tiger showing the wolf behind him!Although I am caught in the middle, there is always a glimmer of hope!

"Oh? Exist?"

Hearing Octa's words, Quirrell rolled up his sleeves obediently, revealing the weird statue tattoo on his arm.

"Oh~"

Octa was suddenly enlightened, but the movement of his hand did not slow down. Instead, the blue light shone brightly.

"What does this have to do with me or our church? In the final analysis, it is just you or your soul transaction. I will send you to make amends to this existence. You don't need to thank me."

Suddenly, Voldemort's eyes flashed fiercely, and the wand in his hand inspired several spells.

"Cruciatus Curse!!"

Voldemort's trademark has always been the Death Curse, which kills people easily, and the two subsequent Unforgivable Curses were played by Death Eaters.

But it is a pity that the Octa in front of him is not an ordinary Knight Commander of the Church Knights, but a Templar Knight who has experienced hundreds of battles and experienced countless battles.

"Ah~ is this the Cruciatus Curse?" After rolling his eyes for a moment, Octa called out. He released his sword hilt with his left hand and rubbed his chest. "It does hurt, Voldemort."

Swah——

The brilliance in Voldemort/Quirrell's eyes disappeared, leaving only a light blue sword mark under the bright sun.

Duang——

A green energy shield appeared, covering Quirrell's body inside.

The source of the inexplicable whispers came from the weird statue tattoo on Quirrell's arm, and as a price, Quirrell lost weight visibly.

You can add a timer next to it and see if Quirrell loses all his life force in a few seconds.

"Evil God... Such an evil existence," Octa was not discouraged after seeing it, and his eyes even brightened, "I will expel you in the name of a human being!!!"

The violent chops caused the dark green cover to shake.