Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God
Vol 2 Chapter 126: Spiritual acupuncture, gram total comeback
It's not that Voldemort didn't want to directly cast the Death Spell to reward the nasty kid in front of him.
However, the use of black magic, on the one hand, requires strong magic power to support it, and on the other hand, it requires the wizard who casts the spell to be guided by extremely evil thoughts.
Our poor Dark Lord is now only left with an immortal remnant, and with the divine lightning damage he received from a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, he simply doesn't have enough power to cast a Life-Catching Charm.
Fortunately, the power of magic comes from the blood of wizards. Since Voldemort occupies Quirrell's body, he can naturally borrow his magic power temporarily.
And the "All Blades" that he was about to cast was one of Quirrell's signature magic.
This spell is an improved spell made by Quirrell based on the "Ten Thousand Bullets" spell. The original spell is to summon and control a large number of small objects to attack the enemy.
The "Ten Thousand Bullets" spell is to summon countless sharp rotating wind blades, with overwhelming momentum, to attack the enemy in all directions, not only in a wider range, but also in a huge increase in power.
But when he locked Clark with his eyes, before he could cast the spell, two dazzling lights flashed in Clark's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Voldemort felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and later, a feeling as if a red-hot steel needle had been pierced into his brain, instantly made him fall to his knees and exclaimed in pain.
"what!"
This is the only offensive power among the several psionic powers Clark chose.
And its effect is also very powerful, and it has an outstanding record. It brought down Voldemort with a flawed soul in one fell swoop, and caught him by surprise, and he couldn't even release magic.
Of course, this Dark Lord is not a fuel-efficient lamp, at least his intelligence attribute must be higher than Clark's.
Because after casting [Mental Acupuncture] on Voldemort, he immediately felt like he had been punched in the forehead. Nosebleed.
This is because the intelligence gap is too large, and it has been backlashed.
Clark fell to the ground at once, with red blood all over his mouth, looking ridiculous.
Fortunately, Voldemort wasn't much better.
He knelt on the ground, his bloodshot eyes were red, but his face became even paler.
"How is it, Mr. Voldemort, are you sure you won't go?" Clark wiped the unstoppable nosebleed with the back of his hand again, and grinned, "If you don't go like this, you really won't be able to go."
"You know me!" Voldemort ignored Clark's words, but was very keen to capture the hidden information in his words.
Clark froze for a moment, nodded subconsciously, and just about to speak, Voldemort instantly raised his wand and shook it hard.
"Snapped!"
Just hearing a loud whistle, as if the long whip was playing a whip, Clark felt as if his whole body was being entangled by a giant python.
The invisible whirlwind wrapped and tightened him, his chest was squeezed so hard that his lungs could not expand, and Clark couldn't breathe.
Voldemort, an old yin, actually endured the sting of his soul and attacked Clark again. Perhaps in his dictionary, there is no so-called compromise and negotiation at all, only violence and killing.
With the circle of the wand, the whirlwind wrapped around Clark became tighter and tighter.
Clark felt like his lungs were about to explode, and the lack of oxygen made his eyes go black, let alone talk or beg for mercy.
"Stop, let him go!"
The sudden voice startled Voldemort.
He looked around and saw the little Mudblood, who had never been in his eyes, was standing against the wall, holding the metal wand used by Muggles tightly in both hands, pointing at him.
Voldemort had been by Quirrell's side before, and of course he knew that it was called a "gun", a weapon that Muggles used to kill. The kid named Clark just used this thing to make a huge thunderous sound to shock him. his remnant.
"Let him go! Hurry up or I'll shoot."
Hermione held the pistol tremblingly and tried to put the crosshair on Voldemort's chest. She remembered Clark saying that when a novice shoots, don't aim at the head, and aim at the torso that is easier to hit.
"I know you don't have bullets in your gun, is that what Quirrell is talking about, little Mudblood?" Voldemort stared at her with red eyes, looking particularly terrifying, "and that thing can't hurt me, so you Why don't you put down the gun, you have parents, no..."
"boom!"
A huge roar echoed in the empty room, like a thunder **** hammer, shocking ghosts, and directly forcing Voldemort's last "?" back.
There was even a bullet in Clark's pistol!
It was only at this moment that Hermione understood what Clark's raised finger meant to her just now.
Against the orange-red crossfire, a white-gold bullet swirled and flew out, heading straight for Voldemort (Querrough)'s chest. The familiar voice startled Voldemort, and Quirrell was taken over by him. In his body, countless warning signs impacted his remnant soul.
Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!
Voldemort didn't even have time to react, he didn't even have time to cast the spell again, because the wand was already pointed at Clark.
So at this critical moment, Voldemort could only subconsciously squeeze out the magic power of Quirrell's whole body, and at the cost of one left hand being blown into a rain of blood, he erected a **** wind barrier.
It's not your own body anyway, so it doesn't hurt to use it.
The blue-red wind wall blocks the front of the bullet. This unique magic of Quirrell, which combines his understanding and use of the wind element, can block all long-range projectile objects, whether it is arrows, bullets, or artillery, Throwing stones will drink hatred in front of this thin wind barrier.
The rotating bullet hit the wind wall~www.readwn.com~ and was immediately targeted by the wind element, which spontaneously began to form a whirlwind in the opposite direction, surrounded the bullet, wanted to reduce its strength, and at the same time Offset its direction.
However, these "wind" elements actually slid away smoothly from the surface of the bullet, not only failed to slow down, but even had the opposite effect, accelerating the speed of the bullet, as if it was not a bullet, but a dangerous piece of soap .
Of course, all these changes are complicated to say, but the speed of the bullet was so fast that even Voldemort had no time to react.
"No~"
Voldemort only had time to let out a whimper, and watched his chest suddenly explode with blood.
This is not a movie, and you can still jump alive after being shot.
The real shot is so powerful that even if it hits the abdomen, it will cause people to die because of the "cavity effect" caused by the rolling of the bullet, not to mention that Hermione hits the heart.
Poor Quirrell didn't even have time to say his last words, so he simply took the lunch box, and his heart was beaten to pieces.
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