The comprehension is against the sky, and the forbidden curse is deduced in Hogwarts chapter 156

The comprehension is against the sky, and the forbidden curse is deduced in Hogwarts
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Quirrell’s voice was unusually loud.
The tone is extremely arrogant.
It seems that this time he must be confident.
Charlie put away his playful expression before.
He became slightly more serious.
Stab.
A sound.
Charlie’s magic barrier was corroded again.
This time.
The strong aura of death directly penetrated Charlie’s magic barrier.
Waves of sour smell lingered.
Charlie’s magic robe was immediately corroded with holes.
And then.
Charlie’s body also began to corrode.
The flesh, blood, bones, and blood all suffered a certain amount of damage at this moment.
This kind of magic can be called an advanced version of the Unforgivable Curse.
It combines the ability to hurt and torture.
Quirrell heard the sound of the sour smell corroding the barrier and “Four Seven Three”‘s body.
Becoming more excited.
The curvature of the corners of the mouth also gradually increases.
Finally, the day came when he, Quirrell, could stand out.
From now on, no one can look down on him anymore.
He wants to carry Charlie’s body out and tell the world.
The wizard who gave the Ministry of Magic a headache had died in his hands.
Voldemort is about to awaken, and eternal night is about to fall.
And he, Quirrell, was the number one general under Voldemort.
The light is right in front of you.
As long as Charlie dies and they get the magic stone, everything will be settled.
Not even Dumbledore could stop them.
“Hahahaha, Master! It must be a wise choice for you to choose me to be your loyal believer.
“Your loyal servant is about to eliminate the first critical point for you.
Quirrell laughed.
He changed his shy look of being submissive and afraid of strangers.
Instead, his face was full of ambition.
Quirrell’s voice echoed throughout the secret room.
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Suddenly, Voldemort’s voice sounded.
scolded.
Quirrell was slightly startled.
Then he immediately looked at the black gas surrounding Charlie.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.
In the black air, a figure slowly walked out.
However, the figure looks a bit…unsightly.
On Charlie’s body, the wizard’s robe had become tattered.
Revealing his strong physique.
As for his body, it was covered with corrosive wounds, large and small.
Above the wound, black energy lingered.
It seemed that he was still struggling tenaciously, trying to devour Charlie’s body.
“I have to say, Quirrell, your strange magic is still very painful.
Charlie clapped his hands.
A pale light flashed, and the wounds on his body slowly healed at this moment.
That black energy seemed to be wrapped in a strange force.
At Charlie’s wound, he struggled wildly, trying his best to get rid of the control of that force.
But it’s a pity.
It seems that these remaining black energy cannot escape the entanglement of Charlie’s self-healing constitution.
In just a few breaths, these black energy were annihilated.
Charlie gently patted the dust and black air off his body.
The wound is also healing at this moment.
This scared Quirrell.
Voldemort’s face also turned ugly.
In particular, Charlie smiled at Voldemort and raised the Philosopher’s Stone in his hand.
That provocation almost made Voldemort rush out of Quirrell’s body.
But Quirrell didn’t meet Charlie’s eyes.
At this moment, Yanrong’s face turned red.
A touch of entanglement and pain, mixed with shocking complex emotions, immediately surged into my heart.
Shockingly, Charlie actually has the ability to heal himself!
This is something Quirrell has rarely seen in his life.
No spells were cast, no incantations were recited.
With just a few gentle pats, the shocking wound gradually healed.
The most outrageous thing is that this is not a wound invaded by black energy.
Ever since Quirrell was baptized by this “breath of death”, he has never seen a creature survive this kind of attack.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t attack.
As long as it hits, there is no chance to survive.
But for now.
Charlie was truly entangled in the black energy.
And the magic barrier was broken, which both he and Voldemort saw.
But Charlie was able to come out and resist the corrosion of the breath of death.
This shattered Quirrell’s faith.
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Charlie’s disdainful and joking eyes didn’t even look at Quirrell.
Just stared at Voldemort.
That attitude of ignoring Quirrell made Quirrell extremely depressed.
For so many years.
He thought he could escape the contemptuous looks of others.
To this end he hatched great efforts.
Even selling one’s soul, body, and beliefs.
But at this point, the people who should look down on him still look down on him.
He refused.
Not willing to give in.
This is a huge insult to him.
But there is no way.
Charlie was right under his nose, neutralizing his attack.
Even the injuries he caused to him were healed by Charlie’s strange ability.
Unheard of.
“You are a monster…”
Quirrell murmured.
He didn’t want to believe what was happening before him.
“Master, why does this power have no effect on Charlie…”
Quirrell’s voice was a little deep.
He seemed to be defeated.
The collapse of faith is often more effective than physical torture.
Quirrell is in such a state at this moment.
Be confident and prove yourself.
To be ruthlessly crushed, to feel the gap like a natural chasm.
The inner pursuit and self-confidence have completely lost their support.
“Idiot, you are too weak.”
Voldemort’s cold voice came. 3.3
The tone was full of curses.
“Keep attacking, what are you doing standing there in a daze!”
Voldemort’s tone became much more serious.
Just after he finished speaking, Quirrell didn’t even respond.
He just stared blankly at Charlie’s slowly walking figure.
At this moment, Voldemort had no choice but to urge Quirrell to cheer up.
Otherwise, something might happen.
However, things didn’t go as planned, and the route was still somewhat unclear.
Just lamentations kept coming out of his mouth.
“Still not working, still not working…”
“This is already the case, is it still not possible?
“Why is it like this?”
“Has death abandoned us?”
Quirrell shook his head slowly.
His expression was dull, and the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away. .