NOVEL WEB Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts
213 Quirrell's End
Boom boom boom!
The floor was full of explosives, and the multi-stage explosions made Ans feel the beauty of the other party's complete plan.
Even if it is an enemy, the so-called ability is like this. Instead of being angry about falling into a trap, you feel happy and break away from it, and then continue to attack. This is a breakthrough.
"Hahahaha! Quirrell——!!"
Ans rushed out of the explosion with a protective shield. The magic he had previously reserved was temporarily converted into defensive magic in order to cope with the crisis. Naturally, there will be extra magic spilling out. From what he can see now, there is a large black area behind Ans. The mist flew up, blowing away the explosion.
"Avada!!"
Quirrell also laughed, but in response, it was a death curse specifically aimed at the soul, and his combat awareness could be seen to have improved. Ans's upper body was physically blocked, but what about his lower body?Even if they have two long legs, as long as they are hit by a death curse, they will be half disabled even if they don't die.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the air next door, roughly releasing the magic power in his body to perform small air explosions and then move. After dodging Quirrell's life-killing curse, several black thorn spears condensed in the air, and he waved his hand. Shoot towards Quirrell.
At this moment, he no longer pushed himself. After swelling, he moved and cast spells like Ans. Only at this moment did he understand that what he did before was really as ridiculous as the clown, and he was just one step away from the embrace of Lady Death. Diandian, if it weren't for the backup plan, the bomb was placed in the basement. It was originally intended to blow up the building, but I didn't expect it to be used in this place.
He had just tried secretly and was unable to use Apparition to leave. This meant that the surrounding space was blocked. The boy on the opposite side had come prepared. If he had no support, he would have had no choice but to fight to the death with him here.
Either beat the boy to death or be beaten to death by the boy, it's that simple.
As for those white coats, Quirrell didn't hold out hope. The sound of the explosion was quite loud, and no one has come yet. This meant that either the entrance was blocked, or they were no longer able to come.
Out of his understanding of Ans, Quirrell preferred the second option. He was the only one left in this building.
The magical explosions and bombardments on the ground and walls caused billows of smoke and dust in the underground research layer. If people from the health inspection department were to come, there would be a streak of red crosses.
For a long time, nothing happened, and it seemed like who was alive and who was dead, but that was not the case, it was just a tacit intermission.
After realizing the threat of death, Quirrell started to swim as slippery as a loach. It was difficult for Ans to catch the opponent. Even if he tried to grab him by force, Quirrell's aggressive approach of exchanging injuries for injuries pushed him back.
Although the power of the stigmata is enhanced by spells, the spells that match it are more of a finishing move.
Even if it had a purifying effect, it would at most be of some use to the evil god. The power on Quilo opposite him was not that of the evil god, so the stigmata was of little use.
Ans was thinking about how to catch someone relatively safely, while Quirrell was thinking about how to kill the other person. From this comparison, it can be seen that Ans actually had the upper hand, but he just couldn't catch him.
Relatively safe is a wonderful word. Ans doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder and wants to catch people without getting hurt, and he doesn't mind getting hurt. But once he expresses his willingness to attack, Quirrell is like having a spider. As agile as he was, violent magic struck at his head and lower body.
At that moment, Ans had already pierced and torn Quirrell's chest, legs, and lower abdomen several times, but he had escaped every time, and then there was a stalemate.
However, this is also a strange combination of circumstances. The first plan is being implemented, which is to use force to see who falls first.
Although Quirrell has no hair, his smooth scalp is now dull and wrinkled, which shows that his life is in danger. Moreover, judging from the frequency of the opponent's dodge steps, it is much lower than before. It was also two beats too slow.
"Chilo, how far can your life support you?" The turbulent wind blew by, dissipating the smoke and dust, and Ans's figure was revealed. "Why don't you just stick your head out, I'll be smart and prevent you from being hurt by Nicholas." ·The Sufferings of the Boston Jazz."
"The ghost of Gryffindor will cry if he hears this, because he is Lord Porpington."
A clear voice came down from high in the sky. In the previous battle, the 'ceiling' on the first floor and the basement had been penetrated, and this voice naturally belonged to Miss Cassandra.
Something was rolling in the smoke and dust, and it was moving very fast. Apart from the rubble piles, there were only Ans and the three of them in this place. If not two of them, there would be only one.
After hearing the reply from a female voice that seemed a bit resentful, Quirrell knew that the other party was acting in a team, and if he didn't find a chance to leave, he would really have no chance.
But it is a pity that the girl who slowly landed on the first floor opened her hands slightly. From behind her, there was a bright golden light emanating, like a warm little sun. The light shone on the earth, and naturally it also shone on Quirrell.
I saw it moving in a very strange posture, and its vitality was consumed too much, causing its legs and feet to become inflexible. This kind of inflexibility is not the kind of clack-clicking that occurs when one is old, but one of the young legs. One foot is old, and it feels like one foot is fast and the other is slow.
But this still can't stop Quirrell's fast movement. After all, he was trained under the guidance of the former Templar. Just from the previous fighting style of fighting for survival, it can be seen that Quirrell is no longer afraid of pain.
But unfortunately, Cassandra's light shone on him, and he has been imprisoned ever since.
Under the light of the sun, no one can escape or hide. Therefore, Cassandra can completely ignore the attacks of assassins like Ans. Even if she gets into the Shadow Realm, she will be killed the moment she comes out. Discover.
"Rest in peace, Quirrell." Ans raised his hands flat and open as if holding something. As the magic power filled, the space in his chest was distorted, and a silent black ball gradually appeared. "Your life should have been long ago." At the end of the day, after living a few more years, I should be satisfied.”
At the end of the words, the black magic ball flew out quietly. It looked slow, but it was impossible to capture its movement. In fact, it flew very fast, but in fact it was very violent.
The moment he touched Quirrell, his legs were annihilated into powder and lost their regenerative activity. Even the pain was gone. Quirrell stared with his eyes wide open. The excessive air pressure in his skull exploded the bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes, causing his eyesight to be damaged. Red, like the evil ghost climbing up from the abyss.
He stretched his hand towards the refrigerator dumped on the ground. It was a potion privately developed by this drug company. Although the raw materials and brewing process were despicable, the effect was that it could significantly replenish life. In Quirrell's opinion, , as long as you grasp it, you can grasp the future.
But it's a pity that he only reached out his hand and could no longer be seen. The black ball had already 'swallowed' his body. After finally eating his arm, it was still falling uncontrollably to the ground. Drill away.
This is a magic that is completely out of Ans' control. It can be regarded as a creation of a flash of inspiration. It contains the meaning of "devour", which is similar to the Fire Curse.
Both of them saw Quirrell's last move and naturally went to take a look. When they opened the refrigerator, they only saw rows of red potions exuding cold air.
The floor was full of explosives, and the multi-stage explosions made Ans feel the beauty of the other party's complete plan.
Even if it is an enemy, the so-called ability is like this. Instead of being angry about falling into a trap, you feel happy and break away from it, and then continue to attack. This is a breakthrough.
"Hahahaha! Quirrell——!!"
Ans rushed out of the explosion with a protective shield. The magic he had previously reserved was temporarily converted into defensive magic in order to cope with the crisis. Naturally, there will be extra magic spilling out. From what he can see now, there is a large black area behind Ans. The mist flew up, blowing away the explosion.
"Avada!!"
Quirrell also laughed, but in response, it was a death curse specifically aimed at the soul, and his combat awareness could be seen to have improved. Ans's upper body was physically blocked, but what about his lower body?Even if they have two long legs, as long as they are hit by a death curse, they will be half disabled even if they don't die.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the air next door, roughly releasing the magic power in his body to perform small air explosions and then move. After dodging Quirrell's life-killing curse, several black thorn spears condensed in the air, and he waved his hand. Shoot towards Quirrell.
At this moment, he no longer pushed himself. After swelling, he moved and cast spells like Ans. Only at this moment did he understand that what he did before was really as ridiculous as the clown, and he was just one step away from the embrace of Lady Death. Diandian, if it weren't for the backup plan, the bomb was placed in the basement. It was originally intended to blow up the building, but I didn't expect it to be used in this place.
He had just tried secretly and was unable to use Apparition to leave. This meant that the surrounding space was blocked. The boy on the opposite side had come prepared. If he had no support, he would have had no choice but to fight to the death with him here.
Either beat the boy to death or be beaten to death by the boy, it's that simple.
As for those white coats, Quirrell didn't hold out hope. The sound of the explosion was quite loud, and no one has come yet. This meant that either the entrance was blocked, or they were no longer able to come.
Out of his understanding of Ans, Quirrell preferred the second option. He was the only one left in this building.
The magical explosions and bombardments on the ground and walls caused billows of smoke and dust in the underground research layer. If people from the health inspection department were to come, there would be a streak of red crosses.
For a long time, nothing happened, and it seemed like who was alive and who was dead, but that was not the case, it was just a tacit intermission.
After realizing the threat of death, Quirrell started to swim as slippery as a loach. It was difficult for Ans to catch the opponent. Even if he tried to grab him by force, Quirrell's aggressive approach of exchanging injuries for injuries pushed him back.
Although the power of the stigmata is enhanced by spells, the spells that match it are more of a finishing move.
Even if it had a purifying effect, it would at most be of some use to the evil god. The power on Quilo opposite him was not that of the evil god, so the stigmata was of little use.
Ans was thinking about how to catch someone relatively safely, while Quirrell was thinking about how to kill the other person. From this comparison, it can be seen that Ans actually had the upper hand, but he just couldn't catch him.
Relatively safe is a wonderful word. Ans doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder and wants to catch people without getting hurt, and he doesn't mind getting hurt. But once he expresses his willingness to attack, Quirrell is like having a spider. As agile as he was, violent magic struck at his head and lower body.
At that moment, Ans had already pierced and torn Quirrell's chest, legs, and lower abdomen several times, but he had escaped every time, and then there was a stalemate.
However, this is also a strange combination of circumstances. The first plan is being implemented, which is to use force to see who falls first.
Although Quirrell has no hair, his smooth scalp is now dull and wrinkled, which shows that his life is in danger. Moreover, judging from the frequency of the opponent's dodge steps, it is much lower than before. It was also two beats too slow.
"Chilo, how far can your life support you?" The turbulent wind blew by, dissipating the smoke and dust, and Ans's figure was revealed. "Why don't you just stick your head out, I'll be smart and prevent you from being hurt by Nicholas." ·The Sufferings of the Boston Jazz."
"The ghost of Gryffindor will cry if he hears this, because he is Lord Porpington."
A clear voice came down from high in the sky. In the previous battle, the 'ceiling' on the first floor and the basement had been penetrated, and this voice naturally belonged to Miss Cassandra.
Something was rolling in the smoke and dust, and it was moving very fast. Apart from the rubble piles, there were only Ans and the three of them in this place. If not two of them, there would be only one.
After hearing the reply from a female voice that seemed a bit resentful, Quirrell knew that the other party was acting in a team, and if he didn't find a chance to leave, he would really have no chance.
But it is a pity that the girl who slowly landed on the first floor opened her hands slightly. From behind her, there was a bright golden light emanating, like a warm little sun. The light shone on the earth, and naturally it also shone on Quirrell.
I saw it moving in a very strange posture, and its vitality was consumed too much, causing its legs and feet to become inflexible. This kind of inflexibility is not the kind of clack-clicking that occurs when one is old, but one of the young legs. One foot is old, and it feels like one foot is fast and the other is slow.
But this still can't stop Quirrell's fast movement. After all, he was trained under the guidance of the former Templar. Just from the previous fighting style of fighting for survival, it can be seen that Quirrell is no longer afraid of pain.
But unfortunately, Cassandra's light shone on him, and he has been imprisoned ever since.
Under the light of the sun, no one can escape or hide. Therefore, Cassandra can completely ignore the attacks of assassins like Ans. Even if she gets into the Shadow Realm, she will be killed the moment she comes out. Discover.
"Rest in peace, Quirrell." Ans raised his hands flat and open as if holding something. As the magic power filled, the space in his chest was distorted, and a silent black ball gradually appeared. "Your life should have been long ago." At the end of the day, after living a few more years, I should be satisfied.”
At the end of the words, the black magic ball flew out quietly. It looked slow, but it was impossible to capture its movement. In fact, it flew very fast, but in fact it was very violent.
The moment he touched Quirrell, his legs were annihilated into powder and lost their regenerative activity. Even the pain was gone. Quirrell stared with his eyes wide open. The excessive air pressure in his skull exploded the bloodshot eyes in the whites of his eyes, causing his eyesight to be damaged. Red, like the evil ghost climbing up from the abyss.
He stretched his hand towards the refrigerator dumped on the ground. It was a potion privately developed by this drug company. Although the raw materials and brewing process were despicable, the effect was that it could significantly replenish life. In Quirrell's opinion, , as long as you grasp it, you can grasp the future.
But it's a pity that he only reached out his hand and could no longer be seen. The black ball had already 'swallowed' his body. After finally eating his arm, it was still falling uncontrollably to the ground. Drill away.
This is a magic that is completely out of Ans' control. It can be regarded as a creation of a flash of inspiration. It contains the meaning of "devour", which is similar to the Fire Curse.
Both of them saw Quirrell's last move and naturally went to take a look. When they opened the refrigerator, they only saw rows of red potions exuding cold air.
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