I, Hogwarts Second Week

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This book is meant to be a fun novel, so don’t pursue logic too much.

This chapter contains seriously illogical plot points.

If you are a senior Haha fan, then please read this chapter, (hahaha)

Okay, some people may find this chapter annoying, but it doesn’t matter. You can skip it. The next chapter will be seamlessly connected to the previous chapter tomorrow.

However, there is definitely no one who will skip it just because they read this passage, so - just think of it as giving me a thumbs up.

(Don’t hit me~~~~It’s funny.)

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"boom!"

Suddenly, Owen clearly felt that the green light facing him was blocked for a moment.

Then, it suddenly strengthened, and the ice blade slashing at him was offset by an invisible flame.

Turn into water vapor and dissipate.

After that, an icy temperament that was completely different from that of a human wizard emerged from Quirrell's body. Countless bolts of lightning struck randomly from the tip of the wand that was casting the Death Curse.

"Bang! Click!"

"Harry be careful."

The whip turned into lightning kept hitting the big tree next to Owen.

In an instant, dust, sawdust, and soil were all shattered when struck by lightning. Turn into dust and fly in the air.

And a wooden thorn suddenly flew out from behind Harry and hit his arm.

Instantly, a heartbreaking pain swept through his body.

"Get away!"

It's too late to save you, old hapless Harry.

Owen hurriedly raised his left hand, purple lightning flashing dimly in his hand.

Then he threw it out. He was not yet proficient in ancient magic, especially because his young body greatly reduced the power of all his spells.

But the power of exploding rocks is still there.

Next, a strange landscape appeared.

It was obvious that both attacking parties were under the threat of the death curse, but it was the surrounding environment that was injured.

Dashu: You are aloof and you are bullying me because I don’t have long legs and I can’t run, right?

"Trash!" After a long confrontation, no distinction was made between top and bottom, Voldemort had lost his patience. He continued to increase his control over Quirrell's body and the output of his magic power.

And this was beyond the limit of what his body could bear.

"No - Master, no~~" Quirrell's screams began to gradually rise.

His arm began to have wounds that looked like they were separated by sharp knives, and blood and pieces of flesh fell to the ground.

"Trash! Trash!" Voldemort shouted angrily. He could feel that Quirrell's soul was madly resisting him. This was the will to survive. For a moment, he was unable to control this body.

"damn it."

Originally, his strength had only recovered a very small part. Plus Quirrell's resistance. This put him in a dilemma.

And Owen did notice something strange about Voldemort.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

His battle plan succeeded.

Voldemort was at his weakest in his first year.

Not only was he able to survive only by parasitizing other people, but also because of his parasitism, Quirrell, who provided life force, was also weakened to a disgraceful state.

If Quirrell could have fought against the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic for a few rounds before, how many rounds could he hold on now, dragging his body with little vitality left?

So - at this moment, you must not be cowardly, just ridicule!

Crazy taunt!

Let the two souls diverge so that Voldemort has no time to care about them. Only in this way can they return to the castle alive tonight.

"Harry!" Owen raised his head and shouted!

Then he forcibly broke off the entanglement with Voldemort's death curse.

Avoid the spell by turning sideways.

"Today, we have the most powerful dark wizard in history as our sparring partner. You have to watch carefully!"

After saying that, he suddenly bent down and moved towards Quirrell's figure.

"The first rule of wizard combat! Always remember! The wand has its limits!"

"Every wizard has his own strengths and weaknesses. The so-called battle is to make use of strengths and avoid weaknesses."

"It just so happens that I know a little bit of everything!" He came within five steps of Quirrell.

"Just like this evil thing in front of me."

After that, Irving threw him out with a high flash. "The ultimate lighting technique!"

"My body is so weak, I can tell at a glance that I can't fight!"

The intense light instantly illuminates everything around it.

At the same time, Quirrell's eyes were also panicked.

"First of all - to be close to the body." Owen, who slid in front of Quirrell, got out of his posture, and after dodging an ill-aimed death curse, he raised his foot and aimed hard at the most important part of Quirrell's man. Kick away.

"Ah~~~" Someone killed a pig in the Forbidden Forest.

"Wizard! All that matters is a bunt."

"Punch fast! Move hard! Don't give the opponent a chance to cast a spell!"

"This punch of mine requires fifty years of skill (twenty years before time travel, eighteen in the first round, twelve in the second round.) Can he block it?" After saying that, Owen raised his fist as big as a sandbag and jumped up on the spot. , and slammed towards the door behind Quirrell's black robe.

The successful blow resulted in a stun, and now the Dark Lord finally had a chance to regain control of this body.

"You still want to cast a spell? Have you asked me?"

But Owen would not give him a chance. He clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with a hint of viciousness, and his body leaned sharply to the left. Then he exerted force on his waist and abdomen at the same time, raised his right hand sharply, and punched the joint of Quirrell's right hand hard. .

"Crack!"

The impact of broken bones rippled through the entire forest.

"Ah~~~~" Quirrell, who was in a dizzy state, woke up instantly and then let out another scream.

"If you have the upper hand, you have to keep punching and not give your opponent any chance to resist!"

Then, Owen grabbed Quirrell's severed arm and pulled it towards him fiercely. Then he jumped up, raised his left leg high and slammed his knee into his lungs.

"Death!" He put his left foot against his lungs, took advantage of the situation, raised his right foot high, and kicked Quirrell hard in the head.

The huge force caused Quirrell to fly backwards.

And how could the right arm that was originally broken be torn off directly? The blood was like a bridge crossing the sky, flying high and then suddenly falling to the ground!

Then Owen raised his wand and the killing curse reappeared!

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Everything is petrified!"

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

"Split into pieces!"

"The flames are blazing!"

One set of moves was so smooth that his ashes were raised!

——This set of combos looks lively, but in fact Irving almost completes it in just a few seconds.

What he used was a complete prediction of Voldemort's madman's mentality.

snort!

This means that I, Master Ye, am not here. Otherwise, little Voldemort, with Master Ye's attack speed, would still have the possibility to show off his power once he gets close.

If you don't beat the shit out of him, then he'll be clean!

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The forest suddenly fell into dead silence.

Rubbing his eyes, Harry, who finally saw his surroundings clearly, was already numb with shock.

He didn't see anything, he just listened to Owen giving them a lesson.

Before he closed his eyes, he was still competing with the dark wizard. Why did Owen win when he opened his eyes again?

what is this?

Magic is worse than fists?

Then he would learn Jill's magic, go to Chinatown to find a martial arts school and sign up, and ten years later, he would be directly invincible in the British wizarding world.

Will the boss make money? Will the boss make money? Will the boss make money?

————Thank you————Dividing line——————

Thanks to Yilan Peng Yuyan for the reward of 500 starting coins.

Thanks to Puhe for the monthly ticket reward.

Thanks to Golden Journey for the monthly ticket reward.