citrus hogwarts

You practice both magic and martial arts, but don't talk about martial arts!

"Trash, let me do it!" A hoarse voice came from the back of his head.

Quirrell didn't hesitate. If his master didn't show up, they might both die here.

He quickly took off the scarf on his head, revealing a hideous and terrifying face at the back of his head.

The face was as white as chalk, with glowing red eyes and two nostrils that were long and slender like snakes.

Ha, there is no nose!

Voldemort twisted Quirrell's neck at a contorted angle, staring straight at Kate.

Under Kate's control, the armored warrior paused, and the long sword that had been waving in his hand finally stopped.

Voldemort looked at her, and she looked at Voldemort.

Suddenly, the armored warrior took the lead, turning back and running in Harry's direction.

Voldemort was faster, turning into a cloud of black mist, and also rushed towards Harry's position.

If he caught Harry, he would be passive!

Get out of the way!

She yelled anxiously in her heart. Although she couldn't make a sound, Harry himself knew that their goal was him, so he turned around and ran out the door immediately.

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and Harry turned his head, and saw a shiny long sword flying towards him in the black mist.

He subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword, and was coerced by the invisible force on the long sword. He violently broke through the gate and rushed towards the black wall of flames.

Going to crash in!

Harry closed his eyes subconsciously, but the burning pain he imagined did not appear.

Opening his eyes belatedly, he realized that he was already within the protection range of the black flame wall.

The black mist and armored warriors transformed by Voldemort were kept out.

I lowered my head again, only to find that the long sword in my hand had been melted down to only half of the hilt, and there was still a little medicine left on the hilt, maintaining a cold texture.

In other words, no one can get in now, not even himself can get out of this firewall.

Harry watched the black mist transformed by Voldemort float over the wall of fire for a while, then he could only revert to human form and stood outside the wall of fire.

"You ruined my good deed!" Voldemort screamed, stretched out his wand, and manipulated countless Fiendfires to attack the armored warrior.

The Fierce Fire Curse he used was not at the same level as Quirrell's.

The Fierce Flame like a fiery snake roared and rushed towards the armored warrior, melting the steel all over it into molten iron bit by bit.

"no, do not want!"

Harry was startled, and yelled to stop him, but he was trapped in the wall of fire, and he had no choice but to watch the armored warrior who guarded him melt in the flames.

Voldemort laughed sharply, his Fiendfire could do anything, let alone such a magical item, even if Dumbledore himself came...

His eyes widened suddenly.

The armored warrior who had melted into a puddle of molten iron seemed to be resurrected. Under the action of invisible magic power, he condensed into a human form bit by bit, and the crimson dragon flames ignited all over his body.

"Bastard, it turned out to be you!"

Voldemort recognized at a glance that it was the Dragon Flame who had burned himself in the Forbidden Forest that day, and he was furious.

The new hatred and the old hatred made this moody Dark Lord even more angry with only one piece of soul fragment left, and the magic power belonging to Quirrell in his body was swayed out without money!

Fierce flames burned blazingly, quickly scorching all combustible objects around, forming a fiery snake with a huge mouth open, biting the dragon flame man in front of him.

And Kate's Dragon Flame can only be maintained by the remaining magic power in the avatar, and for a while, he is no match for Fierce Fire Serpent at all.

For a moment, Dragon Flame, Fiendfire, and the black flame that blocked their footsteps complemented each other, scorching the temperature of the entire basement extremely hot.

Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead inside the wall. Across the wall of black flames, he could only vaguely see the dragon flame man transformed into an armored warrior being suppressed by the Fiendfire serpent.

Gotta find a way to save it!

He searched hard around, and suddenly remembered the five bottles left over from the previous pass.

If he remembered correctly, there were two bottles of wine in it.

Quickly ran to the table, and quickly found the two bottles of wine based on Hermione's previous interpretation. Harry simply stood on the table, only to see that the flames of the Dragon Burner were about to be swallowed up by Fiendfire.

"Hey! Look this way!"

He waved his hand violently, and managed to attract the gaze of Fierce Fire Serpent, then swung his arm again, and vigorously smashed the two bottles of wine in his hand at the weakened Long Yanren.

The bottle was broken, alcohol was sprinkled on Long Yanren, and the flame that was about to be extinguished was rekindled immediately!

With a trace of alcohol, Longyan stood up staggeringly, and the molten iron that formed the human figure was finally evaporated by the ultra-high temperature Longyan.

Voldemort gave a strange "hmm", his red eyes fixed on the imperceptible light under the dragon flame.

"It turned out to be just a clone..."

He muttered angrily for a while, and the ferocious fire snake firmly suppressed the dragon flame man again.

How dare you fool him like this!

Just wait, he will always find the owner of this clone, and then tear him into pieces!

Kate, whose consciousness is connected to her avatar, is not feeling well at the moment. Even though her main body is in the dormitory at the moment, it is already sweaty as if it was salvaged from the water.

It's about to die...

If you only rely on a clone, you can't defeat Voldemort at all...

The body has begun to shake slightly, Kate tightly closed her eyes, her consciousness is still trying to resist the attack of Fiendfire Serpent.

Gradually, the magic power in the clone's body was exhausted, and the dragon flame maintained by magic power gradually began to show signs of extinguishing.

And at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the dormitory, mixed with Hermione's anxious cry for help: "Kate! Come out quickly! We have to find Dumbledore!"

On one side is the fire snake that keeps putting pressure on her, and on the other side is Hermione who keeps calling for help outside the door.

Kate's tightly wrinkled little face turned blue and turned white, and rolled under her eyelids. She was about to break the link with the clone, and her consciousness returned to her main body.

The pompom on the perch suddenly raised its head and let out a cry, and jumped down from the sky, but disappeared in the room the moment it landed.

Outside the room, Hermione was still knocking on the door.

In the basement, the magical power of the avatar is about to be exhausted.

The moment the dragon flame died out, she heard Harry's screams and cries.

Really... I don't even know this clone, so why cry for it?

The clone exuded a little bit of starlight and floated lightly in the air from the crushing of Fierce Serpent.

Voldemort chuckled, and was about to end his mission with an Avada Kedavra, but unexpectedly, the light and shadow clone in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

was taken back?

He turned around suspiciously and looked around for a while, but he didn't find the clone.

Until he saw Harry's frightened eyes staring at his feet.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Outside the avatar, Kate, whose consciousness had returned to her main body, suddenly opened her eyes and chanted the incantation of the floating spell aloud.

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The whole of Hogwarts began to shake.

The Slytherin students who had already returned to their respective dormitories looked out of the window in amazement at the black lake that surged up in an instant.

"What's going on? An earthquake?"

"Impossible, Hogwarts has magical protection, how could there be an earthquake?"

Amid all the rumors, the little Slytherins could see the water of the Black Lake slamming against the glass of the dormitory, as if it could be smashed at any time.

The shaking of the Gryffindor students on the tower was even more obvious, as if they were about to fall from the tower in the next second.

Someone came out of the room and saw Neville, who had been cast with the Body-Binding Curse, lying in the lounge that was originally empty. He was so frightened that he hurriedly cast Listop on him.

"It's Harry and the others!" Neville yelled anxiously as soon as the spell was lifted, "They violated the school rules and went out for a night tour!"

The shaking continued, waking up all the students in the academy, even the teachers.

"The place where the vibration happened—I found it!" When Professor Flitwick arrived in his pajamas, the three deans, McGonagall, Snape, and Sprout, had already arrived.

Mag looked at Flitwick who was panting, and asked patiently: "Don't worry, speak slowly."

"It's that room!" Flitwick said firmly, "I'm sure someone must have broken in there!"

Several professors looked at each other for a while.

Snape looked gloomy: "Dumbledore is not at school now, someone needs to watch the other students..."

"Okay then," McGonagall nodded, "The three of us go down and have a look, Professor Snape, you stay on top."

This result was just as Snape expected, he responded unceremoniously, sent them to the three-headed dog room on the second floor, and then stopped.

I don't know what's going on inside.

His face was frozen, and his stiff fingers hidden under the black robe unconsciously curled up.

Whether the situation is good or not, in fact, even Harry, who is in it, can't see it very clearly.

In the last moment, he saw that the flames on that person's body were suppressed and extinguished directly, but in the next moment, the ground suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the originally flat ground began to bulge, and quickly formed towering giant stone pillars one after another, each of which was about to break the ceiling of the basement.

And Voldemort's fire snake was also cut by these stone pillars, breaking into groups of Fiendfire.

Before it was over, the black and purple walls of flames before Harry's eyes seemed to be pulled up into the sky by some huge force, and the parts of the flames that had been separated were completely swallowed up by Fiendfire.

Voldemort shouted angrily, and the wand led the remaining Fiendfire and the black and purple flames to continue to fight.

To Harry's surprise, Fiendfire Serpent, who had been invincible against armored warriors just now, seemed to have lost its claws and claws at this moment, and was beaten back steadily in the small space cut by the stone pillar.

So these two flames are so strong?

Before he could figure out where to escape, he heard a yell from behind not far away: "Who's there!"

It's Professor McGonagall!

Harry jumped up in excitement, climbed onto the table, and saw McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout all appearing outside the door.

Great, with these three professors here, I am not afraid that Voldemort will not lose!

What he thought was also what Voldemort thought.

It took him too much effort just to deal with that armored warrior, and now he has to fight against the flames of the wall of fire.

If there are three more professors, I'm afraid he will be overwhelmed and walk around!

With one fell swoop, he retracted the fiery snake. Seeing that the black and purple fires were about to erode up, he made a decisive decision and directly abandoned Quilo's body, turning into a cloud of black mist, and quickly flew out.

The flame immediately burned Quirrell's thrown body, including the clone lying under Quirrell's body.

Slytherin bedroom.

Kate opened her eyes drenched in sweat, and took two steps back in a feeble manner, but at least she didn't fall directly to the ground.

Fortunately, she cut off her consciousness immediately before the flame erosion came up, otherwise, with her current mental value, she might not be able to stand the burning of the flame.

It's a pity that Voldemort still escaped.

Forget it, let Dumbledore and Harry handle the aftermath.

She fell on her back on the bed, her extremely exhausted brain immediately became drowsy as soon as it touched the soft mattress.

In less than a few breaths, she fell asleep completely.

Less than 2 minutes after she fell asleep, the door of the dormitory opened silently, and Hermione rushed in anxiously wearing an invisibility cloak,

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Kate lying on the bed intact.

Good thing, good thing Kate didn't keep her appointment to go to that room.

She stepped forward quietly, trying to help Kate cover the quilt, but when she got closer, she noticed the paleness and abnormal flush on the man's face.