Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

Blue light needles, magic-breaking blades, blue, green, and purple, and all the black and white qi magic he had learned were thrown at Voldemort, but the damage was somewhat unsatisfactory. After all, his magic was still too weak.

But Voldemort probably couldn't feel the pain, because you can imagine a man with a ferocious anger on his face, as if he was going to tear you apart at the next moment, but he was moaning in pain!

The face and the mouth are busy in their own way. What kind of contrast is that?

Quirrell is in this state! Voldemort had completely given up on him, and forcibly extinguished the fire on his body. He hit Alvin with a disarming spell, and was directly knocked away by Alvin. He fell next to Harry. The wand and hand in Alvin's hand The spray flew out.

Fortunately, the Dragon's Breath Bullet was powerful enough that most of Quirrell's magic power was used to support the Iron Armor Curse. Now Voldemort no longer had the magic power to use the Killing Curse.

"Go to hell! You monster!" Harry, who got up, saw Alvin flying to his side, raised his pistol again and pulled the trigger.

boom!

This time it penetrated Quirrell's chest directly.

"Ah!! Go to hell!" Quirrell's body may have really no extra magic power. Only a trace of magic power was left to support the broken body. Voldemort controlled him and pounced on Harry.

Harry, who was knocked down again, and Alvin, who was knocked to pieces, just got up when they saw Quirrell, who was so black that it almost burned to charcoal, he rushed over and grabbed their necks.

Ivan didn't expect that the old monster was still alive, and he didn't know what method he used to make Quirrell so tenacious that his body was almost broken, but he still had the strength to pinch them, making them unable to breathe.

From his point of view, Quirrell may no longer be human, a bit like being turned into a living dead! Otherwise, how can a human being who is almost broken to pieces still be able to do such strenuous exercise!

Even if Norbert is a young dragon, its dragon breath is not easy to bear!

But just in time to get close, Alvin pulled out the unicorn's cursed three-pointed thorn and stabbed it into Quirrell's ribs!

The unicorn's curse instantly penetrated the broken body, and this time it was Voldemort who let out a scream! Scarlet eyes were full of malice and hatred.

"Harry! Slap him twice!"

Harry, who felt uncomfortable being pinched, heard Alvin's words, waved his hand, and hit Quirrell in the face with two big dicks.

This time, the curse of the unicorn and the magic of love made Quirrell completely unable to hold on. He didn't even have the strength to roar. He could only let out two beast-like whimperings in his throat, and then he turned into cinders. All over the place.

PS: How many people have seen me on the bookstore’s recommendation list, but my data doesn’t seem to give me a recommendation spot!

Chapter 60 The farce ends

"Ow!!!"

While Harry and Ivan were gasping for breath, Voldemort's remnant soul turned into a painful and ferocious face, dragging a piece of black mist towards them.

"I won't let you go!" A cruel and vicious voice came from the black mist.

"Hmph~ Try my Tai Chi magic first!"

Ivan quickly took out the blowfish from his wallet, and a black and white magic beam hit Voldemort's remnant soul.

"Ah!!!" Voldemort originally wanted to use his soul power to cause some harm to these two hateful brats, otherwise he would be in vain no matter what.

But the tall kid actually took out a blowfish! He also exerted an unheard-of magic power that actually directly hurt his soul!

I saw Voldemort's soul emitting white smoke, wailing, and plunged into the wall and disappeared...

"What a miscalculation~ This old monster is so awesome even though he's almost exhausted! He almost lost his life." He stood up and rubbed his butt that was almost broken, complaining softly.

Ivan picked up the dagger that fell on the ground. The dark curse on it had disappeared. It seemed that it had been taken away by Voldemort. Of course, it might have been burned to dregs along with Quirrell.

"Evan, give it back to you. I didn't expect you to actually have a gun! If this is discovered, I'm afraid~" Harry picked up Colt and handed it to Alvin.

"It's okay. At most they were confiscated. What's more, I made them into alchemy tools to defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore knew and couldn't say anything. He just had to improve..."

Ivan didn't care what would happen if he was discovered. Instead, he looked at the two guns that were about to break with some pity.

This was a birthday gift from his grandfather and uncle!

"Ah? Does this still need improvement? They seem to be powerful enough, and I think this thing is easier to use than a magic wand!"

Ivan stiffly turned his head to look at Harry, who looked curious. He felt as if he had touched some strange switch.

"Forget it, you don't understand, you will know what I mean when you learn some alchemy knowledge in the future! Take a rest first, my butt is still hurting, Hermione and the others have already gone to find the professor, Just wait a moment.”

Harry nodded, this whole tossing also made him feel tired~

It may seem like a long process, but in fact it only happens in a very short time! Exhausting all your energy in a very short period of time will make everyone feel exhausted.

Ivan sat on the steps, looking at the barrel of the gun in his hand that was melting a little, and the whole part was loose, and he fell into deep thought...

The material is too low-grade and cannot withstand the high temperature of the dragon's breath. Although it is engraved with durable magic patterns and has been enchanted, the foundation is not stable enough and it still cannot withstand the magic energy!

But the power is still strong enough. With just a dozen shots, Quirrell's magic power has bottomed out. Although there is a reason why Quirrell is already weak, but converted to a normal wizard, if the power is increased a little more, then...

The same goes for the Colt-Python. The power is okay, but the recoil is too great and the accuracy is poor. Moreover, the damage cannot be maximized due to the lack of balance in the magic power of the gun and bullets.

Otherwise, even if Quirrell's Iron Armor Curse, which was already gone, could be blocked, he would not be able to just take two steps back, and would at least cause him to fall.

Gotta keep practicing! The current technology is still not good enough!

Harry, on the other hand, looked like he was stupid, staring at his hands in a daze, apparently thinking about why Quirrell was fine after suffering so many injuries, but his two words could instantly accelerate the other person's death.

While the two were resting in a daze, a tabby cat quickly ran up behind the two children who seemed to be frightened.

"Oh my God~ Kids, are you okay!" Professor Cat and Cat jumped in front of the two of them, transformed back into a human body, and hugged the two children's shoulders at the same time.

After patting this person's shoulder and squeezing that person's cheek, Professor Maomao breathed a sigh of relief after finding that nothing serious happened.

Harry said nothing, just looked at Professor McGonagall who cared about him and giggled.

Those eyes that looked like his mother's made Professor McGonagall's heart melt.

"It's okay, Professor, but all that's left of Professor Quirrell's is the pile of slag." Ivan said, pointing to the pile of coke not far away.

"He deserves it!" Professor McGonagall glared at the pile of cinders and said bitterly.

"Oh~ Merlin! How are you, children?" came the anxious voice of Professor Sprout.

The three of them looked up. Hermione came with several deans and Dumbledore. Professor Sprout was still wearing his nightgown, and Professor Flitwick put on a coat and hurried over.

The farce came to an end, and the two were sent to Madam Pomfrey. After examination, they only had superficial injuries and were fine. They could just rest for a day.

The two old professors Flitwick and Sprout comforted Ivan for a few words at Ivan's bedside, just like coaxing a child, and kept watching Ivan fall asleep before leaving.

Old Bee returned to the basement to clean up the mess, while Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape looked at Harry.

Although Professor Snape couldn't speak human words to comfort Harry, seeing Harry staring at him with big innocent eyes, he did not continue to yandere to Harry.

But he didn't know if it was his imagination. During this period, he always felt that this kid's eyes looked more like Lily than when he first started school!

Harry felt ashamed of Snape's misunderstanding and wanted to apologize, but didn't know how to say it. Suddenly he remembered that Ivan had said that if he didn't know how to communicate with Snape, he would Look at him with wide eyes! That's right.

This is indeed correct, but it should not be used for a long time! At first, Snape still missed Lily's eyes, but as time went by, he saw the kid staring directly at him without blinking, which made Snape's hair go crazy!

"If you don't want to taste how bitter my potion is, just close your eyes and go to sleep!" Finally, Teacher Si couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't stand even Lily staring at him like that!

"Thank you, Professor Snape." Harry just said thank you in the end, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep. In fact, even if Professor Snape didn't say anything, he couldn't hold on any longer.

Professor McGonagall, who had not interrupted at all, looked puzzled and curious at the same time as to what the senior and the young were up to.

When he woke up, Alvin found that there were many gifts on the bedside again. It seemed that they should be gifts from his classmates.

However, he had a sore back after sleeping this time. The sun was shining brightly outside, and he was in urgent need of warm photosynthesis.

After doing ten backflips in a row to prove to Madam Pomfrey that he was okay, he was allowed to be released from the school doctor's office.

When he came out, he saw Old Bee saying something to Harry, but that had nothing to do with him. He could just talk to Old Bee alone before the vacation started.

"Hey hey hey! Look who that is! Hufflepuff's little warrior is healed!" Peeves appeared out of nowhere, pointed at Alvin and shouted, and the little wizards around him were instantly attracted.

"Evan, you're okay!"

"I heard that Professor Quirrell is an undercover agent. Is this true?"

"I heard that you were able to beat Professor Quirrell without even fighting back. Is that true?"

"It must be true. Look at Professor Quirrell's usual crying, it's definitely not enough for Alvin to hit with one hand!"

A group of young wizards gathered around and asked questions, mainly Gryffindors who loved excitement, more Hufflepuffs who loved gossip, fewer Ravenclaws, and basically no Slytherins.

"Evan, you did such a big thing and you didn't call me!" However, this one is a Slytherin.

Our young Master Malfoy looked like "You don't want to play with me" and came to Ivan to question him.

"Um~ This is not an emergency. I didn't have time to call you. I'll do it next time! I'll do it next time!" He calmed down the arrogant little ferret with some hard words.

Because Alvin agreed to him and invited him to come to his house to play during the holidays. This summer vacation happened to be the Barcelona Olympics, so he could show Draco what sports activities were like for ordinary people.

The first school year is over, let’s have a different one at this school year dinner...

Chapter 61 BBQ Banquet at the End of the School Year

"So, do you want to destroy this thing?"

Ivan played with the red gem in his hand and looked at the old man with the white beard in front of him calmly.

"Yes, my old friends and I think so. Although this thing is precious, leaving it in the world will only increase countless greed. In order to prevent some people from perishing due to greed, it is better to destroy it. .”

Dumbledore felt that what he said was very good, but why did this child, who had received full marks in all subjects and whose wisdom and temperament far exceeded his peers, look at him with such strange eyes?

It's not greed for the Sorcerer's Stone, it's not contempt, it's not doubt, it seems to be a little... well~ Dumbledore can't say.

Alvin's expression! No secrets!

Okay, okay~ Anyway, the things belong to you, and it’s not up to you to decide how to deal with them. Why are you talking to me here, are you afraid that I will worry about you?

I was wondering if I could grab it or steal it, so I called him over thinking it was important, but I ended up chatting for a long time, just to tell me that you were going to destroy him!

What a shame~ It’s not like I don’t know! Although I didn't say that I knew, why bother talking to me for so long?

Not long ago, Alvin was in the kitchen with a few little badgers to help the elves wear strings. He planned to take the whole school to have a barbecue before leaving.

Then he was informed by an elf that Dumbledore was looking for him. He thought he was just telling him to remember to return the Sorcerer's Stone when the time came and not to leak information about the Sorcerer's Stone or anything.

As a result, when he arrived, he told him interesting stories about Old Bee's school days, talked to him about whether a certain candy tasted good, and told him about the past between him and Nicoléme...

There was a lot of nagging, and in the end I just concluded, "Return the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible, we will destroy it!" (?_?)

"As long as you are happy. If there is nothing else, I will go back to the kitchen. I will bring the Philosopher's Stone back to you after the holiday. I will also invite all the teachers and students of the school to have a barbecue tonight."

Ivan stood up from his seat and planned to leave when Dumbledore said it was okay! What a big deal! It delayed him from preparing for the barbecue.