i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 95 Full cast
"Oh, are you here?"

Quirrell looked at the mirror intently, and he didn't even look back.

"Yes, here I am."

Harry appeared in the last room.

When he approached the brightly lit exit, Quirrell saw Harry hesitate at the door out of the corner of his eye, but Harry didn't come over.

He heard the rustling sound, and when he turned his head, he found that it was Harry Potter, how happy he was.

Quirrell turned away from studying the mirror.

"I didn't expect it to be me, did you? That big black bat really helped me a lot."

Quirrell looked at Harry's bruised face with satisfaction, his eyes widened.

"Snape?"

Harry was amazed, they had thought Quirrell had figured out that the quartet was targeting him.

Harry was ready to fight as soon as he came in.The scarf in his right hand was tightly squeezed, and his body had also finished warming up in the previous level, ready to run, jump, and move at any time.

"Snape?" Quirrell imitated Harry's tone, playing with the recognized savior of the magic world in the palm of his hand, this was simply the highlight moment of his life.

Quirrell laughed, and his weak body seemed to regain a little strength.

It was not his usual shrill trill, but a chilling sneer.

This is Voldemort's heartfelt laughter, because Quirrell's body is too weak, and he will have to sleep for a while before he can come out.

Wait, wait, wait.

In his shared mind, he directed Quirrell to stall for time, waiting for him to gather enough strength to reappear.

"Yeah, Snape sure doesn't look like a nice guy, does he? He flies around like a giant bat, which helps us a lot."

Behind Harry, Rigg, Hermione and Ron moved slowly under the cloak of invisibility.

Ron, he regretted to death that he insisted on holding that long sword.

It was heavy and seemed useless.

Rigg kept a wary eye on Quirrell, stopping whenever his eyes wandered near them.

Hermione's hand gently supported Rieger's waist, the tip of her small and tall nose was already wet, and sweat was streaming down her face.

Unless you know the approximate location of this family treasure and go for a physical inspection, it won't be discovered by various detection magics.

But Quirrell didn't check the surrounding environment at all, and his current magic power is pitifully small.

After the furious master forcibly cleared the level, he had to go to sleep, so as not to exhaust Quirrell's life before he got the Philosopher's Stone.

"With him there, who'd doubt--poor, st--stutter-stuttering Quirrell-Professor?"

Quirrell stammered, the familiar high-pitched laughter echoing across the room.

He was halfway through laughing, the vibration in his chest revived the old wound in the Forbidden Forest, and his throat was filled with a sweet smell.

Quirrell tried to clear his throat, but it was useless, and he finally vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

The dark blood really came from Quirrell's body. As soon as the blood left Quirrell, Quirrell's face became paler visible to the naked eye.

Long-term double consumption of body and soul, because there is not enough rest to pass the customs at night.

Originally, Qi Luo's dilapidated body could only be maintained by the master who supported him on the line of life and death.

After being hit by Lige's blazing flames, he quickly deteriorated to the point where he couldn't move without magic. That's why he didn't even act, and directly announced that he would stop teaching.

When Professor McGonagall came to ask him, Quirrell didn't even dare to let her in, but just handed out a note from under the door.

Blood gushes out of his body all the time, and Quirrell's physical condition is also declining every day.

Voldemort had no choice but to feed back a little strength to maintain Quirrell's body.

He and Quirrell have long been one body with two souls, without nourishment and replenishment, both of them will die.

Changing a boarding body is not a move. It requires a lot of materials and finding a suitable body. Voldemort was furious when he found that he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Today, Voldemort discovered to his dismay that the body of this useless servant was about to be completely destroyed.

Quirrell racked his brains to think what else he could say to the savior.

The master asked him to delay time, so the current state of confrontation is the most appropriate.

Not to mention that Voldemort didn't take Harry Potter seriously, and neither did Quirrell.

He was an adult wizard after all, what kind of spells could a first-year wizard like Harry know.

Quirrell snapped his fingers.

It was too late to say it, but a few ropes jumped out of nowhere and tied Harry tightly.

Harry struggled hard in the rope, but couldn't break free.

Harry, who was tied up, was even a little happy, and he tried his best to suppress his smile.

Quirrell didn't find anyone else at all, which was his greatest comfort, indicating that his mission was successfully completed.

While Quirrell cast the spell, Rigg cast the Disillusionment Charm on all of them.

While Quirrell laughed loudly at Harry, he crouched down and emerged from the cloak.

Quirrell didn't notice him.

In the current Invisibility Cloak, only Hermione and Ron are left.

They each have their own place and mission.

Ron was the second to leave the Invisibility Cloak, trembling with every step he took.

The long sword and the automatic flute were already locked on by Lige and became invisible.

Ron walked to the far corner of the room and put down the player flute.

Hermione continued walking with the cloak on, feeling her way forward as she walked.

The timing to start the battle is up to her. As long as you find the flute and there is no Ron in that corner, you can watch Quirrell's situation and get ready to start.

Leaving the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione was a decision agreed upon by the other three men and the last remaining gentleman in Ron.

"Guess who is messing with your broom?" Quirrell awkwardly found a topic. He hasn't communicated with other wizards for a long time. It's easier for the master to ask him to kill Harry Potter directly than to let him procrastinate. .

"Isn't it Snape?" Harry followed Quirrell's words.

In fact, they had already discovered that Snape was a good person that day, and Hermione even went to the Slytherin camp to eavesdrop.

"No, no, no, I was the one who wanted to kill you. If Snape hadn't been reciting a counter-curse to keep you alive, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Hermione, who walked around to the side of Quirrell, suddenly realized, so she heard it right, Snape was indeed reciting the counter-curse to save Harry's life that day.

Ron kept talking about his conspiracy theories after listening to her that day, for example, Snape was actually reciting the Reverse Curse... Hermione's ears were callused after talking about it.

"Snape trying to save me?"

"Of course it is," said Quirrell coldly. "Snape hated your father to death. Don't you know that he and your father went to Hogwarts together? Dai Tian. But he never wanted you to die."

Thinking of the anecdotes of the carefree student days, Quirrell's face glowed strangely.

After being scolded by Voldemort for being distracted, the light disappeared quickly again.

Rigg walked behind Quirrell, facing the back of his head, and now he was very close to Quirrell, only two steps away.

Ron is to Quirrell's left, holding a longsword.

Hermione is on the right, with the flute under her feet.

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