Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 88 Pour Professor Quirrell a potion~

While Ted was being evasive with Quirrell, he hid behind a stone pillar and made complex spellcasting gestures.

This finding comes from previous research, using hand gestures instead of incantations to perform spells...

"Ironclad Protection! Spell Stop!" Professor Quirrell suddenly cast a spell, preventing the sneak attack from the floating one-handed sword behind him, and then knocking it down.

"Hmph! Ted, your levitation charm combined with the movement charm can now be released silently?" Quirrell's eyes were fierce, and his jealousy was surging.

Just now, while Ted was speaking, he silently cast a levitation spell, intending to use the one-handed sword that Neville dropped to stab Quirrell from behind.

Quirrell had Voldemort behind his head, so he failed.

This kind of talent is something I can't even dream of; true genius!

A brilliant wizard like Quirrell understands the gap between himself and a genius better than any ordinary student, and is therefore more desperate! This is why he chose the path of bloodline and did not hesitate to join Voldemort.

"Indeed, very talented!" A hoarse, unpleasant voice suddenly came from behind Quirrell's head, like rotten wood rubbing against a rough stone.

"Master?!" Quirrell's features twitched, his expression extremely complicated.

Fear, regret, jealousy—a mix of emotions clung to his face. Clearly, siding with Voldemort was a bad idea, but it was too late.

"Let me face him!" Voldemort's voice rang out.

"Master, he doesn't deserve you..."

"Shut up! Let me face him!" Voldemort actually wanted to see Ted more than Neville, the boy who had defeated him and survived the ordeal.

Professor Quirrell turned around, trembling, and reached out to untie the purple headscarf that had been wrapped around his head for a year and was now infested with lice.

A gray, cement-like face with disproportionate features was located on the upper back of Quirrell's head.

Ted was certain of one thing: Voldemort really didn't have a nose!

"Ted Epiphany...you have great talent. Staying at Hogwarts would only be a waste of your talent," Voldemort said calmly.

"Moreover, Dumbledore is extremely wary of Muggle wizards like you who come from humble backgrounds but possess extraordinary talent. He will keep a close eye on you... Staying here will only make you more ostracized."

"So... come with me! I will teach you how to use your rare talent, wield magic, master power, and make the mediocre submit! You will be able to share in my glory..."

Voldemort's voice was deep yet generous, as if it possessed a magical power, carrying an inexplicable allure that compelled people to believe him.

Quirrell was at least thrilled, as if he had already heard everything Voldemort had said.

But Voldemort never said these things to him. Voldemort only treated him as a temporary, disposable parasite.

Although Professor Quirrell was overwhelmed with emotion and could hardly control himself, Ted's mental resistance was level 3, and this level of verbal manipulation could not sway his will.

However, Ted didn't mind playing along and stalling for time.

"Oh, you're the mysterious man? I've heard about you." Ted feigned ignorance.

"That's right, I am Voldemort! The greatest dark wizard! The immortal one!" Voldemort's voice suddenly grew louder, as if he were encouraging himself.

"But you don't look so good right now. And Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to have gotten anything out of it either! He was even forced to drink unicorn blood, which I heard is a serious curse..."

Ted's words were like a red-hot awl, piercing Professor Quirrell's heart, and he began to tremble.

He drank the blood of a unicorn, and he is cursed with an inescapable curse; his life is over!

That's it! I got nothing, I'm finished!

Ted's voice made Quirrell begin to waver.

"Huh?" Voldemort suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "Ha, ha! Ted, you really haven't disappointed me! You actually have such power! Hahahaha, follow me, we're so alike! Only I can teach you how to become powerful..."

Although Voldemort is now severely crippled, he still retains his insight. As a master of Legilimency, he keenly sensed the mental power contained in Ted's words.

Although he didn't know what this power was, he could feel it influencing Quirrell's will.

Just as he said, Ted is so much like he was back then.

He had this special power to influence others back then!

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Ted thought to himself: Oh no! If I'm like you, then I'm doomed.

Although no clues were found, Dumbledore was most likely observing from nearby!

If Deng becomes suspicious of me, then I'll be in big trouble.

"Bullshit! We're different!" Ted immediately declared his stance—using four cards in a row!

Wild Boar Firecracker (Green)

【Chasing the Snowball (Green)】

【Fire Dragon Fireworks (Green)】

……

First, with a "bang," a plump and strong wild boar appeared out of thin air, baring its tusks and charging directly at Professor Quirrell.

Then a snowball the size of a fist slammed into Voldemort's bear face! Voldemort should be quite familiar with this.

Then a five- or six-meter-long, colorful fire dragon made of sparks and fireworks suddenly appeared, baring its fangs and claws as it charged toward Professor Quirrell.

Of course, none of this can harm Quirrell or Voldemort.

"Torn to pieces!" The wild boar exploded, turning into a shower of sparks that dissipated.

The snowball wasn't even worth a shot, as it was blocked by the Ironclad Curse.

Voldemort: You again?! Wait, why did I say "again"?

"Stop the curse immediately!"

However, Quirrell miscalculated this time. The fire dragon fireworks were not erased by Quirrell's universal anti-curse; instead, they swelled up and gushed into his face!

A gigantic firework dragon swooped down from the sky, its gaping maw swallowing Professor Quirrell whole. Sparks flew everywhere, creating a dazzling display of light and color, accompanied by a deafening crackling sound.

"Fool!" Voldemort's voice rang out amidst the crackling fireworks, "All curses are broken!"

Although he still needed Quirrell's body, Voldemort casually used the powerful Curse of Destruction—a spell that usually requires multiple wizards to cast together, but Voldemort didn't even use a wand.

Those struck by the curse will perish; the fire dragon fireworks vanished in the blink of an eye.

All that remained was Professor Quirrell's wizard robe, riddled with holes and resembling a fishing net. Quirrell had never looked so sexy in his life!

At the same time, Quirrell's body trembled three times. He had been possessed for more than half a year, and his body was getting weaker and weaker, not to mention that he had been controlled by Voldemort and used a curse to destroy everything.

The burden of being possessed by Voldemort, plus the high-level magic he was casting while possessed, was practically draining Professor Quirrell dry!

However, cold raindrops fell on Professor Quirrell's bald head, wetting both his and Voldemort's faces!

The first three cards were feints, and the last card Ted used was [Navi's Failed Scabies Potion (Green)].

"Ah~~~" A scream rang out.

(End of this chapter)