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Quirrell's Fire Spell is not very powerful.

And it did not borrow the power of black energy at all.

But it still quickly spread all over Quirrell's body.

Quirrell's face looked pained.

Frowning.

Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore and let out a scream of pain.

Voldemort kept wailing.

The roaring continued.

His mouth was full of curses towards Quirrell.

"Damn it, you rude piece of shit, how dare you treat yourself like this?"

"Your body is not yours at all, you have no right to treat your body like this"

"Idiot, cast the healing spell!"

"waste! You'll die if you do this"

"Stop now, you will affect my plan!"

Voldemort's voice is getting louder and louder.

But there is a sense of powerlessness.

Now he can't stop Quirrell at all.

He never expected that Quirrell's current mentality would collapse like this.

He actually gave himself a shot..Suddenly.

Quirrell turned around and looked at Charlie.

His body was covered with flames.

Even his face was no longer complete.

Quirrell smiled miserably 283

"Hahahaha, it would be great if it were you"

"I really envy people like you, who are always the focus of others' eyes"

"He has been a proud son of heaven since he was born, surrounded by various halos."

"And an ordinary person like me, even after paying all the costs throughout my life, cannot catch up with you."

Qui Luo shook his head. He didn't have much strength left.

Charlie listened calmly.

He looked straight at Qui Luo without any hesitation.

"People can be ordinary, but they cannot be without a bottom line"

"Your biggest mistake is to think too much, do too little, and have no bottom line"

"The moment you betray yourself to them, you are no longer you."

Charlie was indifferent.

Quirrell was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

After a long time, Quirrell smiled miserably again.

He fell down in a daze.

He hit the Mirror of Erised heavily.

His body suddenly turned into a Flying ashes rose up in this cramped space.

Zha Li waved his arm, and a magic barrier appeared, blocking the flying ashes in front of him.

Quirrell was gone.

This was beyond Zha Li's expectation.

He originally thought that at least He had to fight with Quirrell.

But he didn't expect that Quirrell's mentality had reached such a point that he couldn't bear to accept himself as he was now, and he set himself on fire.

"God……"

"This is Professor Quirrell from Hogwarts……"

At this time.

At the door of the room stood the same Aurors from before.

They have escaped from the Feitian Key and the chessboard and arrived here.

When Quirrell ignited the fierce fire for himself, these Aurors found that the influence of the black energy seemed to be drained away in an instant.

They also got rid of the trouble very smoothly and gathered one after another to Zha Li's side.

But just as he came over, he saw Quirrell covered in fire, fell down and hit a magic mirror, turning into ashes.

"Go back, this is not something you can solve."

Zha Li didn't look back. His perception had already discovered that these three Aurors had arrived.

At this moment, Zha Li stared closely at the cloud of flying ashes in front of the Mirror of Erised.

The fire was still raging. Burning.

Quirrell's aura was about to dissipate completely, and even Charlie couldn't feel it at all.

But the other aura was gradually getting stronger.

Voldemort had a back-up plan...

Senior Tom was indeed thoughtful and did not put everything into his mind. All hopes are pinned on Quirrell. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The breath was the same as Quirrell released before.

Dark, damp, and full of the breath of death.

Those Aurors were Shocked by the strong death aura, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Mr. Charlie, this is (cedg)？"

The Auror Captain was born and asked.

After he escaped from the chessboard, he chased him all the way here and was already out of breath.

"The remnant soul of Senior Tom, or perhaps Voldemort."

Charlie was indifferent.

Voldemort?

The three Aurors seemed to have heard some important news, and their faces were full of shock. They looked at each other in confusion, and then turned to look at the Mirror of Erised.

There.

There was a ball of flame, It is burning.

What is strange is that the yellow flame is now entangled with a black and gray aura.

There are faint signs of being swallowed.

The strong cold aura made the three people feel obviously uncomfortable.

This is Voldemort's Is he his true face?

They have never seen Voldemort before. At most, they have dealt with Death Eaters.

It turns out that Voldemort's aura is so terrifying.……

"Stop guessing. Although this is Tom, he is not the same person as before."

"At least he had not been infected with this kind of atmosphere before. That's the weird aura you encountered in the previous levels."

Charlie's voice sounded.

The Aurors were even more shocked.

What is going on and why is Voldemort here?

Voldemort seems to still have the breath of life. The most bizarre thing is that Voldemort can't escape from that weird breath. relation

"Senior Tom, if you can speak, you can respond."

Zha Li stared at the flame and continued.

"You bastard, tell me about his origins. In this case, we can still talk."

"What kind of creature is Death, or is it not a creature?"

Zha Li stood up.

The flame on the opposite side, which had been completely covered with black and gray, became more and more intense.

A crackling sound came.

There was something like a ghost face, walking through the flames.

"Hiss...Charlie, you really deserve to die!"

"Give me the magic stone, take out the magic stone!"

In the flames, the ghostly face became clearer and clearer.

It was the face of Voldemort.

The faint voice came, and the Aurors looked frightened. They quickly took a few steps back.

They clenched the wand, and their whole body Alert looked at Voldemort in front of him.

His pupils shrank suddenly and there was sweat on his forehead.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew inexplicably.

In the blazing flames, a ghostly face flew up.

Then the flames kept jumping and changing, as if they were changing deliberately. What does it look like?

"this……"

"This is……"

Several Aurors opened their mouths with horror on their faces.

The flame, under the gaze of everyone, slowly turned into the shape of a torso.

And Voldemort's face was also connected by flames.

A humanoid flame monster suddenly appeared..