i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 98
Darkness enveloped Voldemort, and his heart was as cold as the night.

The familiar pain hit again, and the pores that had not been cleaned thoroughly gave birth to life again.

Although the hat was still on Voldemort's face, that is, on the back of Quirrell's head, Rigg could already see a head of beautiful hair squeezed out of the hat.

This amount of hair is even more than Hermione's long curly hair, which is known for its thick and lush hair. Just seeing this effect, Rigg can imagine how popular it will be after biting the cap.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

The endless pain tempered Voldemort's will again, and now he just wanted to go out and let others feel the pain.

From the itching of long hair to the pain of being irritated by the wound on the top of the head, and finally to numbness due to the pain of hair growing in the wrong place.

At first Voldemort was still holding Quirrell's wand, trying to attack everyone present.

Of course, he failed to cast a single spell.

After a few seconds of buttoning, Voldemort, who thought he had a will of steel, trembled, knelt down in pain, and let out a wailing that was not human.

"Ah ↑ ah ↓ ah——"

Harry took the opportunity to pull out the Philosopher's Stone, and he just glanced at it briefly before handing it to Hermione behind him.

Hermione, who was still inside the invisibility cloak, was taken aback by Harry's actions, and hurriedly put the Philosopher's Stone into the safest little pocket inside her wizard robe.

Although this was also a tactic they discussed in advance, Harry took out the Philosopher's Stone without even discussing it, and Hermione was frightened by him.

What if Quirrell or Voldemort saw it?

As soon as Hermione looked up, she saw Voldemort, who was kneeling on the ground, was tightly held by his hat, and it was even worse for Quirrell.

He is just a very ordinary adult wizard who has not undergone any painful tests.

The brains that were almost chopped off by Ron's critical blow were about to come out, which overloaded Quirrell's pig brain and stopped thinking completely.

Quirrell: Poor, even the weak can't eat it.

It wasn't until the biting hat was put on that he realized that the pain had just begun.

In just a few seconds, Quirrell had a deep understanding of what it means to feel the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.

The biting hat can't be pulled off, and the wound on the top of the head can't be touched if you want to treat it. If you can't treat the wound, it will bring double pain...

Qi Luo's tears flowed down, tears covered her eyes, and she couldn't see anything.

Hermione: That's all right.

Ron, who had climbed far away, saw that Quirrell seemed to have lost his fighting power, and ran back cautiously, picked up the long sword and slashed at Quirrell's face and neck.

But this time, the long sword, which was originally not hard enough, lost the good effect of the first attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Quirrell was beaten and covered his face with his hands. His face was bruised and purple, his eyes swelled up quickly, and his whole face swelled like a pig's head.

Harry also rushed up after saying goodbye to Hermione, grabbed Quirrell's wand and pulled it out.

"Clap!"

The wand was pulled out and flew out, drawing a smooth curve, even floating in the air for a moment, and finally fell to the ground in the distance.

Voldemort was still struggling in the pain of biting his hat, and the weak and painful Quirrell couldn't open his eyes after being beaten by Harry and Ron, let alone pick up his wand.

Hermione, who was paying attention to the battle situation, ran over all the way, snapped Quirrell's wand.

Her movements were crisp and ruthless, and Quirrell's heart was about to break when he heard the voice.

Harry and Ron are entangled with Quirrell, and Rigg is brewing magic.

And what better way to end a battle than the proven fire blaze that is effective against Voldemort's attacks?

Even Ron, who was the most numb to the fluctuations in magic power, felt something disturbing brewing in the field, and the source was Rigg, whose blond hair was also floating.

This time the flames are stronger than the first one.

As early as when discussing the battle plan, Rigg decided to do his best to complete this black magic with the most powerful attack power that he had mastered.

Ron and Harry are responsible for the early entanglement. If Hermione gets the Philosopher's Stone, she must keep moving to avoid being locked by Voldemort.

So Hermione has not been directly involved in this battle, but she has been using all the spells she knows to help Harry and Ron.

For a while, Quirrell felt that his front teeth continued to extend to the point where he couldn't close his mouth. Because of the front teeth, he couldn't even speak; for a while, he felt as if he had been stung by a bee, and his face, which was swollen and painful from physical beatings, became extremely red and swollen...

The bluebell-like flame that Harry and the others had seen had been surrounding and burning Quirrell's hands, lest Quirrell hurt Harry and Ron who were attacking at close range.

Harry took the opportunity to press the scarf with the Fire Charm on Quirrell's face.

Immediately afterwards, Harry, who pressed both hands on Quirrell's face, felt the scar on his forehead ache painfully, and he felt as if his head was about to split in two.

Harry let go of his hand in an instant, staggered back a few steps, and cried out the pain.

Ron quickly put down his long sword. He ran over to help half-kneeling Harry in horror and asked, "Harry, Harry, can you hear me? What's wrong with you?"

Quirrell was desperately trying to grab Harry after being burned by Hermione's flames, but he let go of Harry's hands in pain as soon as he grabbed his face.

Harry, who was far away from Quirrell, suddenly had no forehead pain.

He looked around blankly, and Ron signaled that he was fine, and the two looked for Quirrell together.

I saw Quirrell bowed in pain, and his fingers were blistered one by one.

This is not an ordinary blister, it contains some kind of magic spell that can damage and attack his soul and body.

At this time, the tricky time for biting hats is over.

Finally got rid of Voldemort, who was biting the hat, and immediately took control of Quirrell's body. He allowed Quirrell to be attacked by Harry and Ron.

Quirrell, who was once again robbed of his body's vitality by Voldemort, fell into a coma.

Voldemort was about to use his wand to use magic to shave off the hair on his face when he found that Quirrell's hand was empty.

His wand was gone.

"What a piece of shit!" Voldemort growled angrily.

Harry stared blankly at his fingers. He had a guess, but wasn't sure.

Harry tried to take off the scarf in his hand, and walked quietly towards Voldemort who was standing with his back to him.

Voldemort, who broke free, didn't care about the attacks of these little wizards, he felt the fluctuation of magic power in the air.

I only hate Quirrell, that waste who used black magic, consumed so much magic power and didn't kill all the little wizards.

Voldemort, who completely lost his vision, guessed that only that Harry Potter might still be alive at this moment.

Voldemort raised his hand and used a spell that seemed to have countless knives flying to remove the black hair on his face.

But it was an offensive spell, and Voldemort's crude use of it had sliced ​​away several layers of flesh and skin from his face, and blood trickled down his face.

The nostrils, which originally had only two slits, became flatter.

He opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

After the brewing, Rieg looked at Voldemort, and behind him was the soaring flames.

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　　I didn't expect that. . .Because I wanted to describe that Hermione and the others also participated in the battle and didn’t eat anything. I haven’t finished fighting Voldemort today. I will continue to write and write this chapter while I still feel like it. See you tomorrow at 12 noon!

　　Originally, I said that I would finish playing today and ask for a day off tomorrow to rest.It seems only the day after tomorrow.

　　55555 cattle and horse codewriter, I have been serializing for 20 days from 47 days before the book was opened to today, a total of 67 days.I'm coding every day, and I feel like I'm going to be hollowed out.

　　
　
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