Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 92 Quirrell and Voldemort are both trash~

With a strange "whoosh," the two balls flew toward Quirrell's head.

With the blessing of the exercise spell, these two stone exercise balls could smash Quirrell's head!

These two stone exercise balls are what Ted has been using to train his magic power, and he often holds them in his hands and plays with them. It's been almost half a year since he made them. He usually moistens them with magic power and controls them to swirl in his palm with psionic energy, killing two birds with one stone.

This method of infusing magic is the most basic means of creating magical items. Although it is time-consuming, laborious, and the effect is only so-so, it is simple in its own way.

However, Voldemort didn't even turn his head. He made a gesture with his other hand in a strange shape, and the two exercise balls exploded in mid-air with a "bang~ bang~"

Ted: Holy crap! Voldemort, you son of a bitch! You owe me my exercise ball!

"Arcane Missiles!" Ted launched his second attack after the exercise ball was launched. He didn't expect the two balls to do anything to Voldemort.

Whoosh whoosh~

Three oval magic bullets emitting a purple glow shot out, circling around the armor charm that Voldemort had casually placed in a smooth arc.

Although Voldemort reacted extremely quickly, mumbling a single word, a ghastly green magical energy surged from Quirrell's wrecked body, instantly dissolving the two arcane missiles.

But the last arcane missile forced him to dodge to the side, and because he couldn't control his body well, he even fell to the ground!

Ted still didn't expect to take down Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, with a single arcane missile, but he achieved his goal.

Because he took advantage of this rare opportunity to use a "magical suppression" on Neville, who was still stiff and unable to move!

He was also gambling, because he hadn't learned the spell to stop the paralysis, so he could only use the magic he knew to try to remove Neville's stiff state.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

It's been almost ten minutes since Neville was hit, and the spell's effects have mostly worn off. With Ted's magic suppression effect, the "Petrify All" effect has finally been neutralized.

Neville, who was still able to move, was no slouch either. Even though his wand and sword were no longer with him, he still punched the man in the face!

Voldemort and Quirrell were barely cooperating; in fact, they seemed to be competing with each other, and neither was able to dodge for the time being.

"Bang!" The not-so-big fist slammed into Quirrell's cheek, deforming his loose skin and making it wrinkled.

What's even more unexpected is that when Neville landed that punch, Professor Quirrell's face... actually cracked open!

It's like porcelain, covered in cracks, and then crumbling into pieces.

Neville was startled by what he saw. He hadn't expected his punch to have such serious consequences. After all, he was just a twelve-year-old child.

Quirrell was even more bewildered. He first touched his face blankly, and then found that his hands were also starting to crumble.

"Ah~~~" He opened his mouth wide and screamed in terror.

At this moment, Quirrell, whose emotions were at their peak, even managed to wrest control of his body from Voldemort.

But now, besides howling in fear, he doesn't know what to do anymore.

"The Philosopher's Stone! If we get the Philosopher's Stone, we'll be saved! Quick! Get it now!" Voldemort suddenly lost control of his body and could only shout anxiously, his voice filled with despair.

Even Voldemort, the second Dark Lord, was now exhausted, with all sorts of negative emotions churning within him, and he wished he could scream a few times to vent his frustration.

After ten years of pathetic survival, possessing small animals in the forest, I finally have a chance to be resurrected, regroup, and return to my former glory. Why is everything so difficult?! I had everything planned out!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

If Voldemort had hands now, he would have broken his thigh long ago.

However, his words did have some effect.

Desperate Quirrell was already desperate and had nothing to lose. Hearing Voldemort say that obtaining the Philosopher's Stone would save him, he immediately lunged at Neville with a ferocious expression, as if grasping at a straw.

Quirrell's withered, claw-like hands reached for Neville's pocket and ripped it open, the red Philosopher's Stone clattering to the ground...

Neville, having recovered from his earlier shock, gripped Quirrell's wrists tightly to prevent him from reaching for the item.

One was in the prime of his life, yet his energy was waning, like an old man; the other, though only eleven or twelve, was more developed than his peers. Hand in hand, they began an ultimate tug-of-war around their crotches.

But the tug-of-war only lasted for three seconds, because Quirrell's wrists also began to shatter, and several of his fingers were even broken off, with the shattering spreading upwards towards his arms.

Neville's hands were suddenly empty; Quirrell's hands were gone.

Quirrell raised his empty arms, a strange smile on his face as he looked at his few remaining fingers, his whole body trembling violently. Neville also looked at his own hands in horror, but still steeled himself and lunged back, grabbing at Quirrell's face with both hands.

It's like two shrewish women fighting, scratching and clawing wildly!

Then Quirrell's face started to shatter... Ted's plan succeeded!

Ted was overjoyed: Quirrell, I'll fuck your ancestors! Are you dead or not? Give me a straight answer!

Sure enough, only a boy who has survived a great ordeal can deal with Voldemort!

Quirrell's body began to crack, and the pace of shattering accelerated. A lot of dust-like things poured out from the cracks in his body, and then he fell to the ground piece by piece, turning into ashes in just over ten seconds!

The scene was extremely terrifying!

Neville collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his pupils dilated, his heart pounding, completely at a loss.

My hands, my hands, are they really that scary?!

"Watch out!" Ted shouted, no longer caring about remaining invisible, nor needing to remain invisible any longer.

Although Quirrell was shattered, Voldemort's face remained, floating in mid-air and emitting wisps of black smoke. He lunged at Neville!

Neville hadn't been training for nothing this semester; he instinctively rolled away, dodging Voldemort's first face charge.

He picked up the short sword that Ted had conjured with his Transfiguration spell and thrust it forward!

But Voldemort is in such a state that he is not even afraid of spells, so how could he be afraid of a sword?

He passed right through the short sword...

However, Ted had already cast a "Protection from Evil" spell on Neville. In his haste, this was the only spell Ted could think of.

Then Voldemort's ghostly face, accompanied by a wisp of black smoke, rushed towards Neville. Voldemort let out a miserable "Aow!" and was actually bounced away!

Without possession, Voldemort was as weak as a fly!

The protection against evil can only suppress the power of evil creatures and make them uncomfortable, but even that couldn't get through Voldemort; it only startled Neville.

Seeing that his plan was about to fail, Voldemort shot straight into the wall with a plume of black smoke and then disappeared.

Ted even took the opportunity to use his Appraisal spell on Voldemort. Since he had already offended him to death, he might as well offend him to the extreme.

It took me three days to defeat Quirrell and Voldemort, so it should be alright.

(End of this chapter)