The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 283 Public Execution! (Subscribe)
"This is."

Qi Luo's attention was immediately attracted by the stone in Mu Sheng's hand.

It has a gel-like texture, irregular edges and corners, and the color of blood.

'Is this Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone?'

'How is it possible? How did this thing end up in Victory's hands?'

Many doubts emerged in Qi Luo's mind, and he couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to take the stone from Mu Sheng's hand and observe it carefully.

"You want it?"

Mu Sheng suddenly withdrew his hand, preventing Quirrell from touching the Philosopher's Stone, and then waved the Philosopher's Stone in front of Quirrell's eyes.

"If you want it, just tell me! How would I know you want it if you don't tell me?
It's impossible that you say you want it and I don't give it to you, but you say you don't want it and I still give it to you, right?"

"So do you want this Philosopher's Stone or not?"

Mu Sheng's series of words made Qi Luo a little dizzy. He completely forgot to hide his intentions for the Philosopher's Stone and said stupidly, "I want it!"

As he said this, he reached out his hand again towards the magic stone in Mu Sheng's palm.

But just when he was about to touch the philosopher's stone, Mu Sheng withdrew his hand again.

"Do I have to give it to you if you want it? I'm your father, right?"

Mu Sheng looked at Qi Luo with a teasing look, without any respect that a student should have for a professor.

"How dare you use such words to a professor? Victre, you are really going too far."

Quirrell was infuriated by the curse words that suddenly came out of Mu Sheng's mouth: "I will deduct 100 points from Hufflepuff!"

“Wow! 100 points is a lot, are you trying to scare people to death?
How about I give you the Philosopher's Stone and you don't deduct my points?"

Mu Sheng made an exaggerated expression and his words were full of ridicule. He didn't care about Qi Luo's punishment at all.

The threats from a dead man who has surrendered to the Dark Lord have no deterrent effect at all.

Besides, he didn't care about being deducted points. The collective honor of Hufflepuff was far less important than his own happiness!
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If it were an ordinary student, Quirrell would have already grabbed the Philosopher's Stone, but for this student who could easily massacre an entire clan.

Instead, Quirrell began to wonder whether Mu Sheng really intended to use the Philosopher's Stone in exchange for not losing points, or was he still teasing him.

"Damn idiot! Let me out now!"

Just as Quirrell was still hesitating, a hoarse voice filled with anger came from the back of his head wrapped in cloth.

Voldemort couldn't help it. This subordinate was really too stupid.

"My master, what's wrong with you?" Quirrell suddenly became flustered when he heard Voldemort's voice.

Although Dumbledore has left the school, many professors of Hogwarts are still there!
His master Voldemort was still a remnant soul without a body, but Quirrell alone could not deal with so many professors.

To be precise, he was not sure about any of the professors.

"Shut up! You pig-like idiot, take off this damn rag!"

There was already some cruelty in Voldemort's tone. Quirrell didn't dare to say anything else and quickly untied the cloth on his head.

Soon, an ugly bald face with a collapsed nose appeared on the back of his head.

"Stupid pig! Turn around!"

Voldemort flexed his facial muscles a few times and then began to scold Quirrell again.

Quirrell timidly turned his back to Mu Sheng so that Voldemort's face could be facing Mu Sheng.

"Hehehe, what a lively body!"

"Victori, I've been following you since the day you entered Hogwarts!

A talent beyond the imagination of ordinary people! An ambition that doesn't take anyone or any rules seriously!

Come on! Victory, the corrupt and outdated magic world cannot tolerate wizards like you!
Come and serve the great Dark Lord!"

Voldemort's words were full of confidence; he believed that the little wizard in front of him would make the right choice.

Ever since he learned the Unforgivable Curses without hesitation and slaughtered all the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.

Voldemort knew that Mu Sheng had already thrown himself into the arms of dark magic and there was no place for him in the current magical world.

"I will give you everything you want! Strength! Power! Wealth! Or women!"

Come, Victri, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I will brand you with my mark, and you will become my most loyal and trusted subordinate!"

Voldemort looked at Mu Sheng with pride, waiting for him to kneel on the ground, holding the Philosopher's Stone in both hands and submit to him.

But contrary to his expectations, Mu Sheng not only did not bow to him humbly, but instead sneered.

"Puchi! Hehe, hahahaha."

Mu Sheng really couldn't help it. If Voldemort had said these words with his own body, even if it was the ugly and hideous body with a flat nose and pulled eyes after he was resurrected in the future, it would be fine.

At least it looks more brutal and ferocious!

There's no need to be like now, with just a face stuck on the back of Quirrell's head.

He's just a clown!
As expected, the side effects of splitting the soul to create Horcruxes were very serious for Voldemort, and his sanity and logical thinking abilities were affected.

Doesn't he think he looks very domineering?

"Do you still think you are the Dark Lord that everyone fears?
Look at what you look like now!
It looks like a hairless cat with all its hair plucked out!"

Mu Sheng mocked mercilessly: "A Dark Lord without a single whimper is worse than a eunuch who sticks his butt out to serve the nobles! Hahahahahaha"

"Oh, no, you have a Jiji, but you share one with Quirrell!
I'm very curious, when Quirrell goes to the toilet, our Dark Lord also has to go to the bathroom!
To smell his piss and shit?"

Mu Sheng looked at Voldemort with sarcasm and mockery on his face, as if he was looking at a bug that overestimated its own capabilities.

How could the arrogant Voldemort tolerate this? He immediately flew into a rage.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife!

From the arrogant Dark Lord, he turned into this person who is neither human nor ghost.

Voldemort needs to parasitize on others to survive, and his heart is already filled with negative emotions as deep as the ocean!

"Kill him! Kill that filthy mudblood, you idiot! Kill him now!"

"Use Avada Kedavra! Use Cruciatus! Use Pulverize Your Body"

Voldemort screamed hysterically, spouting all kinds of vicious and cruel spell names.

Others were pointing fingers at him and humiliating him, but he had no body, so he could only rely on this stupid subordinate to take revenge.

This made Voldemort even more uncomfortable!

'I go and kill Victory?'

At this moment, Qi Luo was just like Benboerba who heard the Nine-headed Insect's order to get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples.

His face was full of disbelief!
That was a murderer who slaughtered an entire colony of eight-eyed giant spiders by himself!
The other party uses the Killing Curse more skillfully than the Death Eaters. Isn't this making things difficult for him?
Although he was extremely reluctant, Quirrell did not dare to disobey Voldemort's orders, so he had to bite the bullet and wave his wand at Mu Sheng.

"Ah"

Bang! ! !
As Qi Luo let out an "ah" sound, Mu Sheng waved his hand in the air and knocked his body off the stairs, hitting it hard against the wall of the corridor on the first floor.

Because his back was facing the wall, Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head had his face directly pressed against the wall.

Fortunately, he didn't have a nose, otherwise his nose bridge would definitely be broken.

"Ah! Damn idiot! Waste of money, stand up now!" Thinking of his miserable appearance being seen by Mu Sheng again, Voldemort felt even more humiliated and ashamed.

"Great... Master, are you okay? Please forgive me..."

Quirrell endured the pain and climbed up, begging Voldemort for mercy in fear.

"Shut up and take your wand and attack that Mudblood, stupid pig!"

Voldemort is going mad. Is now the time for you to ask for my forgiveness?

Quirrell hurriedly pointed his wand at Mu Sheng again, but before he could cast a spell, Mu Sheng snatched the wand away with a snap of his fingers.

Binding spell!
Floating spell!
Mu Sheng thought about it, and cast two spells silently. Qi Luo's body became unable to move in an instant and floated in front of him.

"A living Dark Lord, this is a rare thing!"

Mu Sheng showed a malicious smile on his face: "As a member of Hogwarts, I have the obligation to teach all students how to deal with the Dark Lord when they encounter him in the wild!"

As he said that, Mu Sheng took Voldemort and Quirrell, his master and servant, and walked towards the grass outside the castle.

"Damn brat! Damn mudblood, what do you want to do?"

A bad premonition suddenly came to his mind, and Voldemort became anxious, and his incomplete soul tried to separate from Quirrell's body.

He didn't care at all about the damage this forced separation would cause to Quirrell's body. He would have killed the idiot with a killing curse long ago.

"Want to run?"

Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows, his mind moved, and a rune star in his sea of consciousness began to flicker.

The Imperius Curse!
The ordinary Imperius Curse can only work on the mind and body, but Mu Sheng's is different, it works directly on the soul.

Voldemort was instantly caught, and the broken soul that had just emerged was stuffed back into Quirrell's body.

What kind of evil spell is this?

Voldemort was horrified and struggled until his expression was distorted, but it still didn't work.

He couldn't even speak. He could only watch Mu Sheng take him to the open space outside the castle.

Mu Sheng's move also attracted the attention of a large number of Hogwarts students.

"It's Professor Quirrell from Defense Against Magic! What happened to him?"

"It looks like someone has bound him with a spell!"

"Oh my god! Why is there a face on the back of Professor Quirrell's head? It's so disgusting!"

"It's disgusting! Did Professor Quirrell use some evil dark magic?"

"Merlin! Is there anyone who dares to use a spell to attack a professor in school? And it succeeds!"

"Who else could it be? It's none other than the Hufflepuff legend, Victeri!"

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Such an eye-catching scene soon attracted a group of students who had just finished their exams and were waiting for the holiday to follow Mu Sheng.

And their actions attracted more people to join.

Soon, a group of hundreds of onlookers gathered behind Mu Sheng.

And people kept calling their friends, making the team bigger and bigger, even professors who were grading exams in the office.

They also noticed the commotion here, and after seeing that it seemed that Mu Sheng had tied up Professor Quirrell, they all hurried over.

Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff House, felt like his head was about to explode.

She only knew that Mu Sheng brought a group of little badgers to school to stand up for others and beat up Slytherin and Gryffindor students countless times.

There are even quite a few senior students!

The atmosphere of the entire Hufflepuff house has changed a bit.

But this can be said to be a small friction between students, but the nature of the hands-on approach to subject professors is different.

"Merlin's beard! Victeri, how dare you lay hands on the professor? Put poor Professor Quirrell down now!"

Professor Sprout yelled in a state of collapse, not knowing how to deal with this mess.

"Professor Sprout! You better take a closer look at the back of Quirrell's head!"

Snape's expression was somewhat moved. The familiar face behind Quirrell's head caused a huge wave of emotion in his heart.

"No wonder Quirrell cursed Harry! It was because of... Voldemort!"

Behind Quirrell's head?
Professor Sprout looked over with some confusion when he heard that, and then saw the ugly face.

The more he looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. Suddenly, Professor Sprout seemed to have thought of something, and a look of horror appeared on his round face.

"Oh! My Merlin! Could it be... Could it be..."

Professor Sprout couldn't believe his eyes. He looked around in panic and then locked his eyes with Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva! Look quickly, is that the man?"

Professor McGonagall was also looking at the face on the back of Quirrell's head with a serious expression. After hearing Professor Sprout's question, she did not answer but looked at Snape.

"Severus! What do you think? Is that... You-Know-Who's face?"

As a former Death Eater, Snape is the person who knows Voldemort best here.

“I want to say no, but.”

Snape didn't continue, but everyone understood the meaning of his words.

"So the massacre of the giant eight-eyed spiders in the forbidden forest was done by the mysterious person?"

Professor McGonagall thought of the scenes she had seen in the Forbidden Forest over the past ten days.

"Uh, probably not." Snape denied Professor McGonagall's guess with a strange look on his face.

He later examined the corpse of the eight-eyed giant spider and found traces of the spell "God's Sharpness" on one of its limbs.

He created this spell himself and only taught it to one person.

It definitely wasn't him, so it's obvious who did it!
"No, the You-Know-Who is too dangerous! Severus, go inform Headmaster Dumbledore and ask him to come back as soon as possible!

Professor Sprout, you take these students to safety.

I'm going to save Victory!"

"Calm down, Professor McGonagall! Look carefully again. Victeri is not in danger. The ones in danger are Quirrell and the You-Know-Who."

Snape was very calm when it didn't involve Harry.

He had already seen something from Voldemort's constipated face, and the other party's situation seemed to be very bad.

"hiss!"

Professor McGonagall then noticed that Quirrell was controlled by Mu Sheng, and she couldn't help but gasp.

'Does this child Victor already have such strength?
That's a mysterious person!

At this time, seeing that a lot of people had gathered around, Mu Sheng also took action.

He just raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and the whole person floated up little by little, along with Quirrell who was tied up beside him.

Flying above the crowd!

(End of this chapter)