I was inventing at Hogwarts

Darkness enveloped Voldemort, and his heart was as cold as the night.

The familiar pain struck again, and the pores that had not been cleaned thoroughly gave birth to life again.

Although the hat was still on Voldemort's face, that is, on the back of Quirrell's head, Rigg could already see a head of bright hair squeezed out of the hat.

This amount of hair is even more than Hermione's long curly hair, which is famous for its thick and lush hair. Just seeing this effect, Rigg can imagine how popular the biting hat will be in the future.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

The endless pain once again tempered Voldemort's will. Now he just wanted to get out and let others feel the pain.

From the itch of long hair, to the pain of irritation from the wound on the top of the head, and finally to numbness due to the pain of hair growing in the wrong place.

At first, Voldemort could still hold up Quirrell's wand and try to attack everyone present.

Of course, he didn't succeed in casting a single spell.

After a few seconds of buckling, Voldemort, who thought he had an iron will, shivered, knelt down in pain, and let out a wailing sound that was not like a human voice.

"Ah↑ah↓ah——————"

Harry took the opportunity to take out the Sorcerer's Stone. He just glanced at it briefly and handed it to Hermione behind him.

Hermione, who was still under the Invisibility Cloak, was startled by Harry's actions and quickly put the Philosopher's Stone into the safest little pocket on the inside of her wizard's robe.

Although this was a tactic they had discussed in advance, Harry took out the Sorcerer's Stone without even discussing it, and Hermione was almost frightened by him.

What if Quirrell or Voldemort sees it?

When Hermione looked up, she saw Voldemort kneeling on the ground, tightly held by his hat, and Quirrell was even worse.

He is just a very ordinary adult wizard who has not experienced any painful tests.

The critical blow from Ron almost cut off his brains, which overloaded Quirrell's pig brain and stopped thinking completely.

Quirrell: Poor, even the weak can't eat it.

When the biting hat was also put on, he realized that the pain had just begun.

In just a few seconds, Quirrell deeply felt the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.

The biting cap cannot be pulled off, and the wound on the top of the head cannot be treated even if it is tried. Failure to treat the wound will cause double the pain...

Chilo burst into tears, and the tears obscured his vision, making it impossible to see anything.

Hermione: That's okay.

Ron, who originally crawled away, saw that Quirrell seemed to have lost his fighting ability, so he ran back cautiously, picked up the sword, and slashed at Quirrell's face and neck.

But this time, the long sword, which was originally not strong enough, lost the good effect it had during the first attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Quirrell was beaten until he kept covering his face with his hands. His face was bruised and purple, his eyes quickly swollen, and his whole face swelled like a pig's head.

Harry also rushed up after saying goodbye to Hermione, grabbed Quirrell's wand and pulled it out.

"Crack!"

The wand was pulled out and flew out, drawing a smooth curve. It even stayed and floated in the air for a moment, and finally fell to the ground in the distance.

Voldemort was still struggling in the pain of biting his hat. Quirrell, who was weak and in pain, was beaten so hard by Harry and Ron that he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone pick up his wand.

Hermione, who was paying attention to the battle, ran over and broke Quirrell's wand with a snap.

Her movements were crisp and ruthless, and Quirrell's heart broke when he heard the voice.

Harry and Ron were struggling with Quirrell, and Rigg was brewing magic.

What could be more suitable to end the battle than the blazing flames that have been proven to be effective against Voldemort's attacks?

Even Ron, who was most indifferent to the fluctuations of magic power, felt that something disturbing was brewing in the venue, and the source was Rigg, whose blond hair was also floating.

This time the flames were blazing more powerful than the first time.

As early as when discussing the battle plan, Rigg decided to devote all his efforts to completing the most powerful black magic he had mastered.

Ron and Harry are responsible for the early entanglement. If Hermione gets the Sorcerer's Stone, she must keep moving to avoid being locked by Voldemort.

So Hermione has not appeared directly in this battle, but she has been using all the spells she knows to help Harry and Ron.

Quirrell felt for a moment that his front teeth were extending until his mouth could not be closed. Because of the front teeth, he could not even speak; for a while, it felt as if he had been stung by a bee, and his face, which was swollen and painful from physical beatings, became extremely red and swollen...

The bluebell-like flames that Harry and the others had seen were surrounding and burning Quirrell's hands to prevent Quirrell from hurting Harry and Ron who were attacking at close range.

Harry took the opportunity to press the scarf with the Fire Charm on Quirrell's face.

Immediately afterwards, Harry, who was pressing both hands on Quirrell's face, felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead, and he felt as if his head was going to split in two.

Harry immediately let go of his hand and staggered back a few steps, shouting that it hurt.

Ron quickly put down his sword. He ran over in horror to support the half-kneeling Harry and asked: "Harry, Harry, can you hear me? What's wrong with you?"

Quirrell tried his best to catch Harry despite being burned by Hermione's flames, but as soon as he grabbed Harry's hands on his face, he let go in pain.

Harry, who was far away from Quirrell, suddenly felt his forehead no longer hurt.

He looked around blankly, and Ron signaled that he was okay, and the two of them looked for Quirrell together.

Quirrell was seen hunched over in pain, and blisters appeared on his fingers one by one.

This was no ordinary blister, it contained some kind of magic spell that could damage and attack his soul and body.

At this point, the biting hat's trick time is over.

Voldemort finally broke free from the biting hat and immediately took control of Quirrell's body. He allowed Quirrell's side to be attacked by Harry and Ron.

Quirrell, who was once again robbed of his body's vitality by Voldemort, fell into a coma.

Voldemort was about to use magic with his wand to cut off the hair on his face, when he found that Quirrell's hand was empty.

His wand is gone.

"What a waste!" Voldemort roared angrily.

Harry looked at his fingers blankly. He had a guess, but he wasn't sure if it was right.

Harry tried to take off the scarf on his hand and quietly walked towards Voldemort, who was standing with his back to him.

Voldemort, who broke free, didn't care about the attacks of these young wizards. He felt the fluctuation of magic power in the air.

I just secretly hate that Quirrell, that loser, used black magic, and even after consuming so much magic power, he didn't kill all the little wizards.

Voldemort, who had completely lost his vision, guessed that only Harry Potter might be alive at this moment.

Voldemort raised his hand and used a spell that seemed to have countless knives flying to remove the black hair from his face.

But this was an offensive spell. Voldemort's crude method of using it cut off several layers of flesh and skin on his face, and drops of blood flowed from his face.

The nostrils, which originally had only two gaps, became flatter.

He opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

After finishing his preparation, Rigg looked at Voldemort, and behind him was the light of the sky.

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I didn’t expect that. . . Because I wanted to describe Hermione and the others who also participated in the battle and had nothing to do, and actually didn't finish defeating Voldemort today, I continued to type and finish this chapter while I still have the feeling. See you at 12 noon tomorrow!

I originally said that I would finish the fight today and take a day off tomorrow to rest. It seems that it can only be the day after tomorrow.

55555 Niu Ma Code Writer, I have been serializing for 47 days from 20 days before I started the book to today, a total of 67 days. I’m typing words every day, and I feel like I’m going to be hollowed out.