Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 84 The Expanded Quirrell

Bourne turned to look at the audience. He had seen this kind of scene where the broom was out of control before.

In the first flying lesson, in addition to being attacked by biting cabbage, the little wizard's practice broom also had problems.

However, the brooms they used at that time were all old "Comet" brooms, while Harry was riding a Nimbus 2000.

You know, as a broom specifically for Quidditch competitions, one of the selling points of the Nimbus 2000 is to prevent someone from "hacking" the players during the game. It has done a lot of anti-jinx and anti-poison treatments - even the broomstick Each branch of the tail is coated with [anti-curse varnish]!
Bourne's eyes were fixed on the suspect, and with his sharp eyesight like a falcon, the lips of the two-faced professor were indeed moving.

"The 'Confusion Spell' that is powerful enough to interfere with Nimbus 2000...is it Professor Quirrell, or is it simply Voldemort himself who is causing trouble?"

That name is magical.

Therefore, although Bourne did not directly say the word "Voldemort", the guy also had a little sense of it.

"Someone is talking about me, and that person is nearby. Sure enough, someone is beginning to doubt what happened recently." Voldemort thought to himself.

But Quirrell knew nothing about it.

As a host, his thoughts were completely one-way transparent to Voldemort.

But on the other hand, Quirrell was unable to understand the thoughts of the parasite on his body.

He obediently listened to Voldemort's words, insisted on implementing the "rabbit hole tactic", and continued to release the powerful confusion spell on Harry Potter's broomstick.

Even if the savior cannot be killed, he will still create a bigger commotion.

However, Harry Potter not only flies very high on his broomstick, but Nimbus 2000 is also resistant to the Confusion Curse. Plus, he couldn't wave his wand openly and read spells out loud.

Therefore, it is very difficult to achieve this level. In fact, Quirrell felt a little bit weak from casting spells silently and silently over long distances.

For this reason, he had to pour some "drink" into his mouth - the fire dragon blood newly bought from Mundungus was the only thing he could rely on at this time.

How about the taste?

The smell was not particularly strong, and it was not like the "mouse tail juice" he drank last time. Compared with the blood of some magical animals he had drunk before, the taste of this Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon blood was above average.

However, after taking a sip of blood, Quirrell smacked his lips and felt a strange astringency in his mouth.

If I had to use words to describe it, this feeling is like having a piece of melted rubber in your mouth, which is slightly astringent and has a bitter almond taste.

Quirrell thought that this might be caused by trace amounts of toxins in the blood of the poison-toothed dragon. There might be some special alkaloids in the body of this fire dragon with poisonous teeth.

"It's not clean. You won't get sick after drinking it."

He could only comfort himself in this way.

Unlike ordinary humans, wizards may have a certain resistance to many toxins due to taking magic potions for generations.

What's more, if it was really poisonous, Voldemort wouldn't just sit back and watch him being poisoned to death.

Except for a small part of the blood of the Peruvian Fang Dragon he drank, which was used to nourish his body, most of the remaining blood was mainly used to supply Voldemort to absorb magic power.

Different from Muggle scientific principles, the wizard's definition of "toxicity" is closely related to "magic power": if the fire dragon's blood contains toxins, it will mainly be borne by Voldemort, because it is he who absorbs most of the magic power in the blood.

"Then what happens next..."

Quirrell, who had regained some energy by drinking blood, looked up at the sky above the competition field. At this time, Mrs. Hooch had rescued Higgs, who was shouting "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and doing free falling movements.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!"

This is a spell that referees in Quidditch matches must master. Its function is to slow down the falling speed of objects. It is the best choice for rescuing players who have fallen from high altitudes.

After solving Higgs' problem, Mrs. Hooch immediately controlled the broom to fly diagonally below Harry, carefully controlling the distance from the out-of-control Nimbus 2000. She did this to prevent herself from being hit suddenly by the out-of-control broom and causing her to be unable to react in time.

"Harry, jump off the broom! I'll catch you with a spell."

Mrs. Hooch shouted to Harry.

However, despite clearly hearing Mrs. Hooch's reminder, Harry still stubbornly held the sweeping handle and did not let go.

It must be said that Harry has a talent for flying that ordinary people don't have, and his sense of balance and dynamic vision are excellent.

Even though the Nimbus 2000 he was riding on had transformed into a crazy bull, constantly bumping and spinning, he still caught the Golden Snitch at a glance just now!

"Hold on!" Harry's stubborn temper rose, and he told himself in his heart: "Gryffindor's first victory must have a perfect ending!"

He tried hard to break the handle and guide this disobedient "mount" closer to the sky above the Golden Snitch.

His actions inevitably attracted some people's attention.

"Just like his damn father, this guy is also a brainless idiot!"

In the stands, Snape, who had just let go of his heart, couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his nostrils when he saw Mrs. Hooch rising into the air to save people.

Of course, this potion master didn't just contribute to stopping global warming. He also raised his head and stared at some "brainless idiot" while softly repeating a spell.

"Interesting. This former disciple of mine has really made great progress in these years, and he is almost able to release the 'All Curses Are Ended' independently.

Not bad, very good, hey hey.

Quirrell, try it and let me see where Snape's limits are. "
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"It's Snape!"

The smart little witch Hermione noticed something was wrong, looked at the other side of the stand with a telescope, and immediately saw the Potions Professor who was mumbling something.

As for Quirrell, whose lips were actually moving, Hermione didn't notice him because he was drinking.

"He's reciting a spell!" Hermione's discovery made Ron and the others completely panic.

"We're going to report to Professor McGonagall." Neville suggested, and the chubby little wizard immediately stood up and wanted to run to the explanation table.

He was pulled by Hermione.

"It's useless, we have no evidence."

"But even so, we can't let the old bat cast a curse on Harry."

Ron questioned Hermione.

"You guys wait here, I'll be back as soon as I go." Hermione obviously had her own ideas. "Pay attention to the signal I emit. If it fails, you guys can go to Professor McGonagall for help."

Several young wizards wanted to say something, but Hermione had already turned around and slipped into a passage behind the stands, and quickly ran out of sight.

"What signal is she talking about?" Ron blinked, indicating that he understood every word, but he still couldn't understand what Hermione said.

Seamus and Neville also looked at each other.

The three little wizards sitting together seemed to understand the differences between people for a while. Just when they felt a little frustrated about this, a loud "ouch" sound suddenly came from behind, and Ryan stepped out from behind the sheets.

This half-breed cat nugget, who was hired by Hermione to act as a "voice actor" with high-priced canned cats, seemed to feel something. It raised its head and let out a lion-like roar towards the sky, which scared many little wizards nearby and attracted a lot of curious eyes.

At this moment, Harry, who had been trying to control the broom, suddenly began to dive from the air to the ground.

"Harry found the Snitch!" Lee Jordan yelled into the microphone.

I used my binoculars to search in the direction Harry was swooping down, and sure enough I saw a small golden dot that was hard to detect.

"Idiot! Idiot!"

In the Slytherin side of the stands, Snape stood up straight when he saw this scene, and couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.

His counter-spell was interrupted due to the sudden acceleration of Nimbus 2000.

Just when he was worried about this, he suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from behind. The Slytherin students around him looked at him in horror, and some even shouted "fire", "professor, be careful" and so on. words.

Snape lowered his head and was startled involuntarily when he saw the flames burning on his robes.

Subconsciously, he stepped on and beat him, trying to quickly put out the flames on his body. But because he moved too much, he accidentally bumped into Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting close to him. Then, the two chubby little guys accidentally squeezed into Draco who was sitting next to the bench...

Like dominoes falling, one after another, a small riot broke out with Snape at the center.

As a result, Professor Quirrell, who was sitting in the front row, was in trouble. Draco fell from his seat and when he was trying to grab something to steady himself, he accidentally grabbed Professor Quirrell's turban.

Then, like pulling off a leather pick that had been sucked tightly, with a soft "pop" sound, Professor Quirrell's turban, which had never been taken off in front of outsiders, was pulled off by Draco.

"Ah...!" Quirrell screamed and subconsciously covered the back of his head with his hands, but in the end he only touched a bare scalp.

At the moment when he was about to be exposed, Voldemort used some magic power to hide his face deeply into Quirrell's body.

"Sorry, Professor." Draco quickly apologized to Quirrell after being helped up. He was still holding the garlic scarf in his hand, and just as Quirrell had said, there were indeed some garlic cloves stuffed in this scarf.

"How dare you!" Quirrell stared at the little wizard with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Professor..." Draco looked at Quirrell in horror, and kept backing away.

However, his panic was not because of the threat expressed in the professor's words just now, but simply because——

"...You're swollen!"

Swell?

Quirrell was shocked by these words: You, a little wizard, pulled off the professor's turban, and the professor became swollen just by saying a word about you?
Even if you have a father who is a school director, you can't be so arrogant, it's simply lawless!

Quirrell was extremely angry and had a straight face. He wanted to scold this little Malfoy, but he lowered his head and looked at the boy.

Ok?
Quirrell suddenly realized that he was like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant, with a large bulge in her belly that pushed up the loose wizard robe.

He stretched out his hand to touch his belly, but who would have thought that the palm he saw became like Hagrid - not only became the size of a cattail leaf fan, but his fingers were as thick as carrots.

"Why is my swollen body so heavy and so ugly..." His head also began to swell, and it was difficult for his mouth to speak accurately.

Tsk~
Quirrell's wizard's robes tore.

Puff, puff, puff~
The three buttons on the chest of the underwear were squeezed so hard that they flew out one after another.

The little Slytherin wizards who were still watching the excitement quickly ran away to make room for this "inflated" professor.

"Quirrell, are you okay?"

Snape's words seemed to indicate that he was asking questions knowingly, but he was not really prepared to watch the whole process indifferently.

He thought that Quirrell had been cast a small evil curse - after all, he looked quite happy - so he quickly cast a spell on Quirrell.

However, to Snape's surprise, the curse did not stop Quirrell from continuing to expand. Even after his spell succeeded, Quirrell seemed to expand faster. In the blink of an eye, the two-faced professor's feet left the ground and floated into the sky like a balloon that had been untied.

"Damn it, Snape's spell interrupted my relieving spell." Voldemort's voice appeared in Quirrell's mind. "There's something wrong with the bottle of Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon blood you bought. Some magic medicine must have been added to it. The blood of the Fire Dragon has enhanced the efficacy of that magic medicine!"

"Lord, Lord, Master, what will happen to me? You must save me!" Quirrell begged Voldemort in his heart.

"Shut up, I'm working on it!"

It's a pity that whenever the Dark Lord wants to cast a mitigating spell, Snape will always add a spell to him "in time".

"Brainless Snape, why is he always so straightforward? Couldn't he use Transfiguration to create a rope and tie Quirrell first?"

Voldemort was cursing, and Quirrell was rising up. Gradually, he even rose to a higher position than the Quidditch players on the field.

At this moment, Mrs. Huo Qi blew the whistle to end the game.

Not long ago, Harry Potter performed a Wronsky feint, then stood on his broom a few feet above the ground, flew close to the ground for a short distance, and jumped just before the broom was about to hit the side fence... …

He captured the Golden Snitch with his mouth, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team directly won the league's first victory by crushing the score!
Mrs. Huo Qi, who had hurriedly presided over the competition, flew towards Quirrell on her broom. She wanted to grab the young colleague first.

But what no one expected was that the sky was unpredictable, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the sky that was cloudless just now. Professor Quirrell was like a balloon, being blown around by the strong wind. It was difficult for Mrs. Hooch, who was traveling against the wind, to get close to him.

"let me!"

Just when Mrs. Huo Qi was at a loss what to do, a figure like a sharp arrow rushed past her.

In order to reduce air resistance and reduce the impact of strong winds on flight, Bourne leaned his entire body on the broomstick.

Like an arrow shooting from the ground into the air, he suddenly flew to Professor Quirrell, who had swelled out of his human shape.

"The people below will pick it up!"

With a roar, Bourne immediately raised "Triple Speed" and hit the Bludger that followed him again.

boom!
The Bludger shot out and hit Quirrell like a balloon. Moreover, this was just the beginning. Next, Bourne hit the Bludger repeatedly, using its impact to squeeze "Balloon Quirrell" downwards again and again.

In addition, Mrs. Hooch and the remaining Quidditch players on the field (both Gryffindor and Slytherin) would rush over on broomsticks from time to time to help adjust the "Balloon Quirrell" direction.

Finally, "Balloon Quirrell", who had been hit by more than a dozen walking balls, finally dropped to a safer height.

An iron chain suddenly rose from the sand of the stadium. Professor McGonagall used Transfiguration to conjure it and used it to temporarily hold "Balloon Quirrell" in place.

At this time, Bourne also flew next to him on his broom, and asked "concernedly" Quirrell, who was bruised and bruised by the Bludger: "Are you alive?"

"I, I, I..."

Quirrell, who was angry and hateful, but also a little relieved, didn't know how to answer. Without even taking a breath, Professor Two-Face fainted from the rage.

(End of this chapter)