Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"The delay has been long enough." Voldemort's voice was full of impatience.

"Oh, master, I can do it, these are just a few little bugs, they will be eliminated soon."

Quirrell was like a student who rang like a bell, but the paper wasn't finished yet, and wanted to struggle again.

While responding to Voldemort's urging, he sideways dodged the tree trunk thrown by Hagrid. Unpredictably, there was a Clark hidden in the canopy.

The light blue activated rope was very close to Quirrell, like a snake coming out of a hole, burrowing out of the gap between the branches and leaves, and before he could react, it wrapped around his right wrist.

The physical version of "Remove Your Weapon" was launched successfully!

"No!"

The hand holding the staff was locked, and Quirrell was shocked by the sudden change.

You must know that British wizards have long been accustomed to wand casting, and their long-term reliance has led to the so-called wandless casting, which has instead become a very clever casting technique.

If there is no wand, there is no difference between ordinary wizards and Muggles.

Nick, who was almost headless at the time, was cut off forty-five times with a dull axe because his wand was taken away, preventing him from escaping from the prison.

In desperation, Quirrell quickly pulled his right hand, trying to break free from the restraint of the rope.

However, the magic rope made of bird, snake, and snake skin has excellent ductility. Quirrell's body, which was hollowed out by Voldemort's remnant soul, not only did not move, but was staggered by the rope.

"Hoo~"

Seeing such a good opportunity, of course Norberta, who was hovering in the sky, would not let it go. He swooped down towards Quirrell, and a line of fire had already hit the back of the opponent's head.

At the same time, Hagrid's arrows, a large cloud of mud controlled by Clark's Levitation Charm, also flew towards Quirrell.

Seeing that Quirrell, who was unable to use his wand, was about to be hit by these three attacks, Clark couldn't help but smile.

It's no wonder that a first-year wizard in Harry Potter can defeat this guy alone. This is also weakened by Voldemort's remnant soul.

You must know that Quirrell was also a top student at Hogwarts back then, a man of influence among the Ravenclaw students.

Being able to stay on to become a professor at Hogwarts, even in the most underappreciated Muggle studies class, has proved his strength from the side.

But before he could be happy for a while, Quirrell seemed to sense despair, raised his head and let out a roar. Black smoke spewed out from his body, turning into abstract smoke snakes, surrounding him and protecting him.

Norberta's fireball, Clark's mud, and Hagrid's arrows hit the black smoke, like a mud bull entering the sea, they were silently engulfed, and not a single bubble emerged.

Clark could see at a glance that this thing had the same aura as the skull that emerged from the unicorn's wound just now.

It's just that the breath this time is grander, darker, and purer. If the previous one was the darkness mixed with various pigments. So what's wrapped around Quirrell right now is the empty nothingness of the black hole.

He loosened the magic rope wrapped around Quirrell's hand in time, but after just wiping the edges, one end of the rope disappeared for no reason.

Clark didn't care about his distress, he kicked his feet **** the tree canopy, and flew backwards.

Fortunately, this little guy's animal instincts are very sharp. With his wings outstretched, he rises a few meters upwards, allowing him to pass the bite of the giant black smoke snake.

Countless smoky giant snakes spread out from Quirrell's body like a tide, devouring soil, trees, air, and even the moonlight in the sky, they all opened their mouths to swallow.

The evil aura and the frantic dancing of countless snake heads reminded Clark of all kinds of monsters in myths and legends, ancient and modern, all over the world.

Such as the Hydra, the Hydra, the Orochi, and the Xiangliu. Of course, the power of this move is definitely less than one ten thousandth of the strength of these ancient demons, but it is extremely amazing.

This is finally forcing Voldemort to take action!

It was the first time I saw Clark.

Like Dumbledore, the anchor of the Dark Lord's soul is also very exposed and obvious.

Clark just glanced at it and guessed that the core he used to stabilize the chaotic magic power should be "greed".

It is greed that devours everything, I want, I want, I want.

I just don't know if this trait is all of him, or one of the seven soul fragments. After all, as long as one understands the occult, he has some understanding of the famous "Seven Deadly Sins".

But it's one thing to know the source of the opponent's strength, and it's another thing to be able to really fight.

Facing the overwhelming tide of black smoke pythons, Clark had no choice but to retreat again and again. He couldn't do it without retreating. Even the big tree that Hagrid threw over didn't last for a second in the black smoke.

Anyway, he doesn't believe that Quirrell's physique can support such a powerful black magic.

But perhaps he hated Clark, the kid who ruined his good things over and over again. Under Quirrell's subconscious command, those black smoke pythons spread faster to him.

With the help of Norberta's mental perspective, from the air, you can clearly see that those black smoke pythons have been outflanked from up, down, left and right, like a giant beast~www.readwn.com~ opened his mouth to him. , This is determined to keep him.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

The hairs on the back of Clark's neck stood on end, and the activation rope in his hand shot behind him, hoping that Hagrid could pull him, but suddenly, a strong suction force came from the huge mouth of black smoke, slowing his retreat. Not to mention, it also disturbed the flying shot of the rope.

Hagrid watched helplessly. The end of the rope was just a little bit closer to his fingers. He flew and tried to catch it, but he missed it.

"No!"

Looking at Clark, who was about to be engulfed by black smoke, Hagrid let out a hoarse cry, but the black smoke still closed together in his desperate eyes.

Clark's figure just disappeared behind the black smoke, like the scorching sun at noon being engulfed by the dark night, and the blooming flowers folded into the mud, making people feel the indescribable emptiness and sadness in their hearts, and one can't wait to cry.

On the other side, Clark was surrounded by a thick darkness, and there was no light as far as he could see, only pure darkness and pure nothingness remained. It was as if he had been exiled to another dimension, and time lost its concept at this moment. He was in a trance as if a moment had passed, and it was as if a thousand years had passed.

Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing.

Empty, lonely, cold!

If it is said that this is the world after death, Clark must admit that Voldemort's pursuit of the so-called immortality is still very meaningful.

For Voldemort, whose soul is anchored by "greed", death is no longer another journey, but a purgatory with nothing. After all, "death" is the most greedy thing in this world, and it will eventually take everything from you .

But for Clark, all this may not be so inexplicable.