Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Bree meets Voldemort for the first time

Quirrell quickly walked out of the net made of devil vines. He did not forget this simple plant knowledge, and he quickly passed through the key house arranged by Professor Flitwick.

Looking for a key?
Sorry, Quirrell chose to use powerful magic to cast the Unlocking Spell.

After he used magic to turn into a burst of smoke, he passed through the chessboard and came to the troll house he had arranged. Looking at the troll lying in front of the door, Quirrell stepped forward to get rid of it.

He didn't care at all about the troll's lethargy, only feeling contempt for it.

"what!"

"Touch!" Quirrell, who had just approached the troll, was suddenly slapped hard against the wall with a mace from the giant monster. Severe pain hit him, and Voldemort's face was completely embedded in the wall.

"idiot!"

Voldemort cursed angrily, while Quirrell hurriedly grasped the wand and covered his bleeding chest.

"Smashed to pieces!"

"bump!"

The angry troll was hit by a shattering curse from the vicious Quirrell, and the merciless spell shattered the giant into pieces in an instant, splashing everywhere, and a smell worse than Quirrell's garlic smell permeated the air. Come, Chilo couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes.

Soon, Quirrell left the room and came to the potion level prepared by Snape. Very good, Quirrell was not interested in solving puzzles. He cast a powerful fire and water invulnerability spell directly on himself. , traveled through the past, and came to the house where the Mirror of Erised was placed.

"Mirror of Erised!"

It was obvious that both Voldemort and Quirrell knew it, or had used it.

Quirrell looked a little ugly. He recalled the first time he saw the Mirror of Erised. In the mirror, he became a great magic master, became a professor at Hogwarts, and was admired by thousands of people academically. .

Unfortunately, although I am a professor now, I am hated by the little wizards. Academically, I have also been rejected by major newspapers and periodicals because of my talent, making me a useless person.

"Dreams and reality, the magic mirror of desire will arouse the desire in the heart!"

Voldemort said to Quirrell in a cold voice: "Go, stand in front of the mirror, the Sorcerer's Stone is inside!"

Mirror!

Quirrell didn't dare to go against Voldemort's words, and after getting the Philosopher's Stone, he would be able to get everything he wanted. All desires would no longer be illusory and would become reality!

Bree silently stared at Quirrell's back with a sneer on his face. As long as Quirrell dared to approach that mirror, he would be seriously injured...

die?

No, no, no, Bree didn't want him to die so worthlessly. He still needed to help Bree eliminate Dumbledore's suspicions and solve Slytherin's troubles.

For him, the enemy is also a part that can be used, and only with absolute reason can he obtain a brighter future.

Quirrell stood in front of the Mirror of Erised, but what he saw was scenes of desire. He became the most amazing wizard, and the people underneath cheered for his wisdom!
But the Philosopher's Stone never appeared.

Voldemort seems to have discovered some mystery...

"Leave now!"

Someone here!

Voldemort felt someone was watching him and immediately said to Quirrell in his mind, but it was still too late.

"hiss!"

Quirrell only felt that a huge purple-black flame python suddenly broke into his field of vision. It rushed towards him from the Mirror of Erised and continued to expand. After being reminded by Voldemort, he could only twist his body to avoid it, but he was hit by the giant before. It was very difficult for him to complete such an action when the monster attacked him, so that he was tightly entangled by the flame python. The python bit him on the shoulder, and the flames wrapped around his body.

"Ah, it's Li Huo!"

Lihuo burns everything and is a symbol of tyranny. According to common sense, Lihuo cannot be controlled, but under the natural magic power of Bri, it is as obedient as a pet and uses its fingers like an arm.

"All curses end!" Quirrell struggled to use his wand to cast the only spell that could suppress the fire. However, the fire cast by Bree using natural magic power still existed, which allowed Voldemort to secretly use his own power. Protecting Quirrell, a loser, made Li Huo disappear.

"Brie…Brie Old!"

Quirrell was rolling on the ground in pain, his robes were in tatters, and his whole body was dark. When he saw Bree coming out of the turret, his face was full of resentment.

"You learned dark magic in the Forbidden Zone!"

If the magic was learned through the notes given by Quirrell, the contract would definitely change, but Voldemort never sensed it, so Quirrell thought of the forbidden book area, which was the only one that was most likely to allow Bree to learn such cutting-edge black magic.

"Sorry Professor, I thought you needed some warmth. Your eyes are too cold sometimes."

Bree's hands were empty, which made Quirrell feel that Bree was contemptuous of him and very arrogant. But what he didn't know was that this was when Bree decided to use all his strength. The wand was just a cover for him now. Naturally, Magic is his trump card.

"I think you are waiting for someone?"

Bree knew that Dumbledore had done the savior on the outside level, and it was obvious that the troll had been dealt with by Quirrell... Ouch, the smell of garlic roasted troll meat is disgusting.

Brie gathered a magical whirlwind in her hands, preparing to ventilate the place.

"All petrochemical!"

"Whoosh!"

Quirrell laughed at Bree for not having a wand, and was so arrogant that he immediately hit Bree with a stone that turned them all into stone.

Bu Li's face was surprised. He condensed his fingers, and a leaf appeared. Then the leaf turned into a grass snake, which offset the petrification spell. However, Bu Li still put some water in it, causing the finger to be knocked down. Some stiffness.

"You intend to kill me?"

With that contract, Bree always thought that Quirrell couldn't take action against her, but obviously, Bree was wrong, and there was a strange feeling of gaze just now.

Bree looks at the back of Quirrell's head.

"wind!"

The wind howled, and the small stone interior wall was constantly scratched by the wind, leaving cracks.

Quirrell wanted to escape, but the wind picked him up from the ground and smashed him against the wall. At the same time, the cold wind blades mixed with it left dense slender wounds on his body, and the turban on his head was cut open and scattered. , revealing his bald head covered with fine-blade wounds.

On the back of his head, a terrifying human face without a nose glared at Bree.

"Voldemort?"

So ugly!

Who is Quirrell's master? Besides Voldemort, Bree couldn't think of anyone else. Sure enough, the savior saved the wizarding world, and killing Voldemort was just a lie.

"Ode!"

Voldemort roared that he didn't want to meet Bree so soon, but he couldn't hide it at this time, so let him learn Bree's magic.

Soon, Voldemort changed his tone under the pain caused by the contract, and said kindly: "You are indeed a unique child, I understood it from the beginning."

Voldemort said strange words in order to guide Bree into his trap after discovering the secret room.

"Slytherin deserves to be great. As descendants of Slytherin, please let us duel fairly."

Voldemort took control of Quirrell, causing his body to twist strangely - the back became the front.

"Then, please use your magic." Voldemort held Quirrell's wand and stared at Bree with piercing eyes. The magic he just felt definitely did not belong to the wizard, but it was familiar to him, which attracted his attention.

As Voldemort stood up straight, as weird as a snake-faced monster, with an elegant posture, Voldemort said: "You know clearly, child, I can't kill you, I just want to see what the descendants of Slytherin have. How good it is."

Voldemort's eyes were red, as if to show that he and Bree had red eyes.

"Sorry, I have to ask, will Slytherin's red eyes bring such horrific side effects?"

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Bree asked, but Voldemort just kept a cold face and said nothing. Bree now even more did not think that he was a descendant of Slytherin, and their red eyes were completely different.

Voldemort's red eyes were more like gems like blood flowing, while her own were more like the red glow before darkness, and Bree felt it clearly.

But again, the person they were waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

Bree is waiting for the audience, while Voldemort is waiting for the tools to get the Philosopher's Stone and the vessel for resurrection.

"I guess you're not stupid, right?"

Bree looked at Voldemort with some uncertainty, for Bree saw madness in his eyes, and maybe a little sanity, but not much.

Bree cast a duel ceremony on Voldemort, chuckled and said, "Dumbledore is such a simple trap, why are you still here?"

Voldemort suppressed the violent emotions in his body and replied with a salute: "Dumbledore, who thinks he is smart, is the stupidest one. He only thought that Quirrell was a Death Eater, but he never thought that I would dare to come to Hogwarts!"

"This is the only chance!"

It is the only chance for Voldemort to get the Sorcerer's Stone. Who made the arrogant Dumbledore choose Harry to participate in this matter? Maybe Dumbledore just wanted to train Harry, and he was not ready to let him face Voldemort, or maybe it was strange. Luo, but the development of things will not always be exactly the way he thought.

Voldemort waved his wand fiercely and quickly imprisoned Bree. There was a gust of wind at Bree's feet. He jumped lightly and escaped the curse. The curse left a small mark on the wall behind Bree, and Bree dodged and a spurt of flames shot out from her hand, shrouding Voldemort.

"You want to kill me?" Voldemort sneered, waved his arm again strangely, and immediately cast a powerful protective spell. There was a huge roar, sparks splashed everywhere, and fell to the ground with a sizzle, and then a green light also appeared. He rushed out of the fire and shot at Bree.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort's face twitched, the contract was in effect, and he could not harm Bree. The confinement spell just now was fine, and he was only slightly uncomfortable, but using this fatal death curse clearly exceeded the permission of the contract.

But Voldemort understands that he can't kill Bree now. Not only does the wand not cooperate with this body, but also the temporary huge magic power obtained by sucking a large amount of unicorn blood in the soul does not want to do anything to Bree. He is everywhere at this time. be restricted.

But Bree didn't. Voldemort owed his life, and Bree didn't owe Voldemort anything. Bree's killing of Voldemort would make the contract instantly balanced and not owe each other anything, but when everyone dies, the contract will naturally disappear. At most , Bree built a beautiful grave for Voldemort!
(End of this chapter)