Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 182 Soul Chicken Tender! (seeking subscription)

Chapter 182 Soul Chicken Tender! (seeking subscription)

"It's you again, Embers..." Voldemort recognized Ash, and he naturally remembered that Quirrell fought him twice on the way from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts that day.

"Professor Embers!" Harry was surprised that Ash appeared here. He held the Philosopher's Stone and leaned against Ash, pointing at Voldemort and saying, "Voldemort, Voldemort is parasitic on Quirrell!"

Ash nodded knowingly, and then said: "To be honest, I didn't expect that there is such an existence mode between souls and people." Ash recognized at a glance that Voldemort was not a human being, but a man living in Quirrell. the soul of the body.

"You are very smart..." Voldemort said: "And, I can see the desire in your heart..." His words were a little seductive: "You can cooperate with me...we will become powerful...and control the whole world. The wizarding world!"

"No need." Ash shook his head, Voldemort's words had no appeal to him, "I'm not interested in what you say."

"Hehehehe..." Voldemort smiled and shook his head, "Quirrell, kill him..."

"Avada Kedavra!" Quirrell received the order, and he threw out a Kedavra Curse as he shook his hand.

Ash knew he couldn't dodge. After all, Harry was still standing behind him. With a flick of his wand, a thin transparent barrier immediately appeared in front of him.

It is "twisting up the light wall".

Under the effect of the distorted light wall, the Avada Kedavra lost its aim, and it successfully hit the ceiling above Ash's head after being deflected.

Seeing this, Quirrell also reacted quickly. He raised his hand and threw another thunderbolt blast, which also hit Ash.

"Powerful armor protection." Ash waved his wand lightly, and a layer of silver-white shield appeared in front of him. Leigh stay away.

"Stay away, Mr. Potter," Ash said, pushing Harry into a corner, and at the same time brought Harry's wand back with a flick of his wand.

Harry, who got the wand, nodded. He was about to leave behind Ash when he heard Quirrell shout again: "Avada Kedavra!"

This time Ash didn't have time to release the magic, he quickly took out the stabbing sword in his right hand, and bounced the death curse with the blade of the stabbing sword as thin as a silver needle.

Although Ash's life was not killed, Quirrell's goal was achieved. He knew that Harry could not leave Ash's side, and he was deeply impressed by Ash's agile movement.

"Qiro, are you at this level?"

Ash didn't taunt yet, but Voldemort spoke up, and he said to Quirrell, "Use your full skills!"

"I obey...Master..." Quirrell continued to wave his wand as he said, and as he swung his wand, the surrounding fire circle immediately began to shrink towards the middle, and at the same time, fiery fireballs continued to fly out of it.

"Bang!" Ash bounced a fireball with a flick of his wand. At the same time, he flicked his wand lightly, releasing a chilly mist of frost around him.

The strong effect of instant freezing magic can even extinguish flames easily. At a temperature far beyond zero, most of Quirrell's magic flames were instantly extinguished.

Instead, a large amount of water vapor was produced under the action of ice fog and flames, which made the entire basement look extraordinarily hazy.

Ash took the opportunity to flick his wand, and then looked at the Mirror of Erised with his eyes. He found inspiration from the way Harry got the Philosopher's Stone just now.

"Mirror!" Voldemort reacted quickly. He immediately noticed the abnormalities in Ash's movements and the Mirror of Erised. As a master of magic who had been immersed in black magic for many years, Voldemort could naturally see the difference in the Mirror of Erised.

As soon as Quirrell turned his head, he saw Ash in the mirror. He was exactly the same as Ash outside. The only difference was that what he was holding was not a magic wand, but a long and old huge staff.

At the same time, he and Ash outside raised the catalysts in their hands. For a moment, thick silver-blue ripples gathered on the catalysts of the two of them at the same time, and these wisps of soul shimmered and quickly rolled up on both sides. on the wand of the victim.

When Quirrell saw this, he naturally couldn't choose to just watch. With a movement of the wand in his hand, he shouted at Ash in front of him: "Avada..."

"Except your weapons!"

Harry, who was behind Ash, reacted quickly. He immediately threw out a spell he had just learned. Seeing the disarming spell hit, Quirrell had to turn around and dodge the spell.

Although Harry didn't concentrate on Quirrell, he also made Quirrell lose the most precious time with this disarming spell.

With a flick of the wand in Ash's hand, Harry suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his scalp.

The silver-blue halo accumulated together, and then shot out like a terrifying beam of light. At the same time, the emitted light beam was shining with dazzling light like stars. At the same time, the dust on the ground was also piled up in the air.

Ash in the mirror also threw out a silver-blue beam of light, and the two beams of light faced each other, and the center of the intersection was precisely Quirrell in the hall.

"Powerful armor protection!" Quirrell was no fool, feeling the crazy power, he immediately waved his wand and drew a silver protective cover around him.

But this formerly powerful protective cover is like a mantis' arm in front of the torrent of Ash's soul. In front of the torrent of souls, the powerful armor body is instantly disintegrated like a tofu block.

At the same time as it disintegrated, the terrifying beam of light hit Quirrell hard, and Quirrell didn't even have time to wail, he only felt that his whole body gradually became cold.

He didn't even feel a trace of pain, and he began to disintegrate in just a few seconds, slowly fading away one after another ashes like a mottled statue.

"Well, Embers..."

This is his last words, Quirrell, Voldemort's lackey, Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, turned into a pile of dust under the powerful magic.

Feeling a huge amount of souls pouring into his body, Ash almost groaned comfortably, feeling that there are a lot more souls, and the helplessness of wasting souls on magic just now is much better in an instant.

Harry on the side was even more stunned. He didn't expect such terrible magic to exist. Compared with the so-called Avada Kedavra, he thought Professor Embers' unknown magic was more frightening.

He stared blankly at Ash in the Mirror of Erised, that Ash politely made a courtesy to Ash that he had never seen before, then blinked and disappeared.

"Professor Embers..." Harry put away his wand and stood beside Ash, he was a little afraid of Ash again.

"It's all right, ha..." Suddenly, Ash's voice stopped abruptly, because he felt the soul of Voldemort...he was still alive...even under the torrent of soul, he still didn't become nourishment.

Instead, he condensed into a terrifying black mist. He gave Ash a fierce look, and then quickly fled the hall.

It's not that Ash didn't think of making a move, but he was surprised to find... Such Voldemort doesn't seem to be a pure soul...

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