MTL - Hogwarts Card System-Chapter 91 Professor Quirrell is broken~

  Chapter 91 Professor Quirrell is broken~

   Voldemort is also in a hurry now!

   That kid Ted was right, that old **** Dumbledore might have noticed it.

   You must hurry up and get the Philosopher's Stone, and get out of here!

   "Quirrell, cheer up! Grab Longbottom and let him look in the mirror! The Philosopher's Stone is in the mirror! Quick!" Voldemort gritted his teeth and said these words.

  However, Professor Quirrell is really depressed. like a statue.

   Voldemort alone could no longer control this tattered body.

   "Get up! Come on, you piece of shit! Move yourself!"

   Voldemort is not polite to Professor Quirrell now, almost treating him as a disposable consumable, which is not at all like his performance in the Albanian forest.

  Proper scumbag style-it's not rare once you get it.

   But what else can Professor Quirrell do? He has completely given up. If he has to die, he might as well save some effort.

  However, Voldemort let out a roar, and his whole face struggled vigorously on the back of Quirrell's head, and the edge connecting the skin of the face and the skin of the brain seemed to be torn apart.

   "Ah! Don't! Don't! Master! I'll move~I'll move~" Quirrell, who wanted to lie flat and die, was moved by Voldemort's "Pain Whip". It's impossible to lie down and die like this!

  With an old wrinkled and tearful face, Quirrell got up staggeringly, and grabbed Neville who was lying on the ground hard.

   "Get up and look in the mirror." Professor Quirrell was a little weak, lacking confidence, and looked like he had a kidney deficiency.

  He really felt that he was going to be finished, that he was going to die. I also felt Voldemort's impatience and indifference.

  He is now full of remorse and fear, and he is almost crazy!

  I can't even die now, I have to be squeezed out of the last value. He is so cruel!

   At this time, Neville couldn't move, he could only stare at the Mirror of Erised in front of him with wide eyes.

   No Philosopher's Stone, no Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort can't get it, Voldemort can't get it!

  Neville shouted frantically in his heart.

   However, things backfired. The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

  In the mirror, instead of his parents, he appeared in the mirror as before.

  Neville in the mirror smiled and held an irregular red crystal, stuffed it into his right trouser pocket, patted it, and blinked at himself outside the mirror.

   Then Neville felt that his right trouser pocket sank, and there was something extra.

Oops! Oops! Neville's heart sank to rock bottom.

As Voldemort said, the Sorcerer's Stone was indeed hidden in the Mirror of Erised, and Dumbledore also cast a spell to set the condition: Only those who want to protect the Sorcerer's Stone instead of using it can get magic from the mirror stone.

   This is a very spiritual setting.

  The Mirror of Erised can perceive the desires in people's hearts, which can ensure that they will not be deceived by ordinary magic.

  And anyone who has an intention for the Philosopher's Stone will not be able to find the Philosopher's Stone in the mirror.

   At least Ted couldn't get the Philosopher's Stone from the mirror.

  Voldemort discovered this, so he didn't immediately kill Neville, the savior boy who killed him.

   Now, he used Neville to find out the Sorcerer's Stone!

   At this time, Ted, who had been hiding for a long time, had already poured himself a bottle of mana potion to restore his magic power—blue bottle of water, delicious water~

In order to configure this thing, Ted tried four times and used up all the medicinal materials that Harry "borrowed" from Snape. In the end, it was only with the help of Hermione that the configuration was successful. There were only three bottles in total. .

   At this time, Quirrell tremblingly grabbed the back of Neville's neck, sniffed his nose, and shouted in a resentful tone while crying: "Tell me, where is the Philosopher's Stone?!"

   "No! There is no Philosopher's Stone!" Neville retorted.

   "Say it! Say it!" Professor Quirrell felt that his life was being lost, death was approaching, and his mentality was about to collapse.

   "No! I didn't see it. You should give up! I just, just saw that I won the House Cup for Gryffindor!" Neville was still speaking stiffly, and even lied clumsily.

   However, Voldemort was a master of insanity. He could even tell Neville was lying just by the tone of his voice.

   "He's lying!" said Voldemort, "Let me, let me face him!"

   Quirrell could only turn around and look at Neville with the back of his head.

  Neville saw Voldemort's face head-on at this time, what an ugly face it was, like a noseless leather mask stuck to the back of Quirrell's head, the facial features were no longer humanlike!

   This is the big enemy who killed his parents! Neville mustered up the courage to glar at him.

   However, it was useless. To Voldemort, Neville's little head was like an open safe, where he could observe at will.

   During the three seconds when Neville was disgusted by his face, he discovered Neville's little secret.

   "Oh, I found it, it's in his trouser pocket! The Philosopher's Stone is in his right trouser pocket!" Voldemort exclaimed in surprise.

   "No! No!" Neville yelled, but he was still in a stiff state, unable to struggle at all.

  Voldemort controlled a hand and reached for Neville's trouser pocket...

   Ted, who was invisible in the distance, was also anxious, afraid that Voldemort would run away if he got the Sorcerer's Stone, and said in his heart: How long will Dumbledore have to wait? !

  However, Dumbledore didn't seem to be here, there was no movement at all.

   "Hey! Professor Quirrell, stop! Are you going to help others? Can't you see that Voldemort is going to kill you? He doesn't want you to live at all!" Ted, who was invisible, suddenly shouted.

  His voice really worked. Quirrell's outstretched hand trembled suddenly, and his whole body froze.

   "You still have time to rein in the precipice. Dumbledore will definitely save you! You have to think clearly!" Ted continued his psychological offensive.

  But Voldemort couldn't listen anymore, "Idiot, what are you hesitating about? Don't believe his nonsense. Don't resist me! Get the Philosopher's Stone!"

  Ted continued to provoke: "Look, he doesn't care about your life until now. He only cares about the Philosopher's Stone~" Unlike me, I only care about geigei~

  Professor Quirrell's forehead was sweating, his eyes rolled around, and the entire CPU was overloaded.

  Voldemort's voice suddenly became gentle: "Quirrell, as long as I get the Philosopher's Stone, I can be resurrected. At that time, you can also become my most capable subordinate, and you will not die!"

  Voldemort was obviously panicked too, he didn't expect Ted to say these words, it hit the nail on the head!

   And he obviously felt that Quirrell's mind was shaken!

  Damn it, did he really consider betraying himself? ! Damn trash!

"When he forced you to drink unicorn blood, he never thought of letting you live. You can only rely on Dumbledore! This is the last chance! Professor Quirrell, think clearly!" Ted fanned the flames wildly, Very loud.

**** it! Damn it all!

  At this time, his soul was in a mess, and Voldemort, who was in a state of great disability, was about to explode with anger.

  He also didn't care about arguing with Ted about Quirrell's life or death, after all, he really didn't care about Quirrell's life or death.

  He squeezed Quirrell's magic power again, and then forcibly took over Quirrell's body, controlling Quirrell to reach for the Philosopher's Stone in Neville's trouser pocket.

   "Ah~~~"

   Quirrell uttered the most miserable scream ever, and the scream was as terrible as if someone had torn him in half.

  His hand reached out to Neville's trouser pocket in a twisted gesture, his whole body was shaking like a disco.

   At this moment, Quirrell's face was twisted into a ball, his eyes turned upside down, and his saliva flowed out! He was spoiled by Voldemort.

  Ted could no longer rely on his mouth alone. He took out two pellets from his pocket, hid in the dark and threw them out.

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