Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Unexpectedly, Voldemort, who had become completely brain-dead, burst into laughter.

"Not many, just a few dozen wizards!"

His tone sounded somewhat smug, which terrified the young wizards around him, who desperately tried to run out the door.

But for some reason, the classroom door just wouldn't open, not even with magic spells.

"It was alright. How about last month?"

"???"

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly.

While he was still in a daze, a piercing, bone-splitting attack instantly pierced his soul.

Voldemort... no, I should say Professor Quirrell, was lying on the ground, convulsing violently.

I'll unleash the evil curses, you take the beatings.

That Voldemort guy is such a loser!

Then, Grindelwald pulled out his wand and hit the two-person version of the "Drowsy" spell.

Professor Quirrell stopped twitching and drifted off to sleep with Voldemort.

"Alright, that concludes this lesson. I believe you have now learned how to deal with being possessed by a dark wizard's spirit..."

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Chapter 76 Saving Professor Quirrell!

Grindelwald gracefully retracted his wand, and the curtains transformed, flying over to become ropes that tightly bound the poor Professor Quirrell.

"Kids, I think we need to give a round of applause to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Dumbledore appeared and led the applause.

The professors walked in one by one from the doorway; they had been waiting outside for a long time using a silent spell.

However, the worst-case scenario did not occur.

The main reason was that Voldemort was too weak at this time. He had only recently separated from the animal's body and had not absorbed much of Professor Quirrell's life force, nor had he infiltrated the Forbidden Forest to kill the unicorn.

The fact that Voldemort, in such a broken state, could still hold his own against a fully-fledged Grindelwald for a while with the help of Professor Quirrell's body is proof of Nose's strength.

Luke clapped along, and the young wizards, as if waking from a dream, clapped blankly.

The sparse applause did not displease Grindelwald, who was only concerned with his own ideals.

But now, he cares more about Dumbledore.

Having failed once, Grindelwald has already learned the most powerful magic in the Harry Potter world.

"See you next class, kids."

"Oh, by the way, to congratulate you on not fainting from fright in class, Gryffindor gets ten points."

Grindelwald bowed in farewell, leaving the young wizards stunned.

"Come on, kids, follow me. The school doctor has prepared some calming medicine for you."

Dean Sprout said gently, and the young wizards followed her without thinking.

Hufflepuff has an inexplicable affinity for people, much like the vast, welcoming earth.

However, they have already experienced enough shocks today and do need some time to calm down.

Neville wanted to go with Luke, but Luke shook his head at him.

"I have something to do. You go to the library to find Hermione first."

Neville hesitated for a moment, recalling how much the old man had valued Luke in class.

He nodded and followed Harry and Ron out of the classroom.

Harry, on the other hand, has been acting strangely ever since Professor Quirrell was possessed by the dark wizard.

He seemed to have been stimulated by something, and stared blankly, covering his forehead.

Hopefully, he still remembers the promise he made with Luke at breakfast and won't forget to go to the principal's office tonight.

After all the students had left under Professor Sprout's guidance, Dumbledore approached Professor Quirrell, who was tied up.

"Dumbledore, do you have any good ideas?"

Professor Frivi lamented.

"Let's eat a big melon!"

"?"

Professor Flitwick was stunned.

Old Deng's expression was serious.

"In this situation, only Avada Kedavra can save Professor Quirrell."

"Professors, the situation is urgent! Let's kill the mysterious man!"

Old Deng was eager to try.

"Dumbledore, this is not the time for jokes."

Professor McGonagall was speechless.

Are you the Dark Lord or is he the Dark Lord?

Why did they start by using the Unforgivable Curse?

“Minerva, I’m not kidding, this is the only way to save Professor Quirrell.”

"Professor Quirrell is not Mystic's Horcrux; their relationship is merely parasitic. In other words, they are not strictly speaking the same person."

“All we need to do is break this parasitic relationship, no, it should be said that we should sever the connection between the two, and Professor Quirrell will be able to survive.”

"So, you want to use the Killing Curse to sever the connection between the two of them?"

“Dumbledore, have you ever considered that if the Killing Curse were to strike the wrong person, not only would Professor Quirrell die, but the mysterious man could also take control of Professor Quirrell’s body?”

Professor McGonagall spoke in a serious tone.

She couldn't understand what Dumbledore was thinking, that he would have such a dangerous idea.

“I can handle this. I have a little bit of knowledge about the Killing Curse.”

Grindelwald interrupted.

Can you guarantee Professor Quirrell's safety?

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but ask.

"About an 80% success rate?"

Grindelwald estimated.

After all, he had been trapped in Nurmengard for decades, so it was understandable that he was a little rusty.

If it were when he was younger, his Killing Curse would be incredibly accurate, killing anyone who showed their face instantly!

"Let's think of another way."

Professor Flitwick decided to abandon his already dwindling hopes for Grindelwald.

"I have also mastered some of the magic that can cut souls, but most of them have some side effects on the main body."

"The remaining ones have no side effects, but they don't have very good effects either, so it's easy for this guy to take advantage of them."

Grindelwald wasn't annoyed and openly shared the methods he knew.

In his youth, he was obsessed with the Deathly Hallows and had made remarkable achievements in the study of magic related to the soul and life and death.

Everyone fell silent as the professors pondered whether there was a better way than Grindelwald to save Professor Quirrell.

"Professor Grindelwald, may I give it a try?"

"Luke, do you have a better idea?"

Professor Dumbledore was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that Severus had also been researching this area over the years?

Back then, neither he nor Severus touched upon these taboo topics.

He didn't suspect that Luke had taken control of it himself, after all, little Luke was only a few years old, and even though he had witnessed the tragic future, he was still just a child.

"I saw not only images of the future, but also some newly emerging things that I wrote down."

Luke quietly patched up his own position.

“Let me try, Headmaster. Even if I fail, Professor Quirrell will be fine.”

Luke reached out, and black smoke billowed out, then merged into Professor Quirrell's body.

Dumbledore frowned. This feeling was so much like that of the sorcerers from the East.

Arrest the spirits and send out the generals.

Luke silently chanted in his heart, and magic flowed through him, touching the souls of the two.

Professor Quirrell and Voldemort's souls are both asleep.

Voldemort's soul was nearly transparent and occupied a rather small space.

However, upon closer inspection, one can discover that his soul has tiny tendrils connected to Professor Quirrell's soul, rippling like blue waves.

He was absorbing Professor Quirrell's soul to sustain himself.

Our Professor Quirrell, on the other hand, looked like a quail, his face contorted in pain, and he remained unconscious.

These two really do have a parasitic relationship, don't they?

But it seems like Tom, the senior student, also understands the concept of sustainable development.

Professor Quirrell recovered a little, and then Tom took a puff. Such efficiency would make even the most skilled streetlight makers pale in comparison.

Luke thought this, and without stopping his hands, black mist surged forth, and he seized Tom's fragmented soul.

Luke is kind-hearted and can't stand seeing others exploit Paru.

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Chapter 77 Dobby is all free!

Dobi is all free!

How could Professor Quirrell, as a wizard, be exploited by a foolish noseless man?

Luke opened his eyes, and the black mist transformed into chains, forcefully dragging Voldemort out of Professor Quirrell's body.

Voldemort sensed the external pull and, upon emerging, the spell that had caused him to faint failed.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw three streaks of light shooting towards me.

Avada Kedavra! x3

"what!"

Voldemort let out a scream; the Killing Curse also has some effect on the soul.

Although his main soul can be immortal thanks to the blessing of the Soul Weapon.

But the pain that must be endured still has to be endured.

"To bind spirits and dispatch generals."

Luke exerted a little force, and the black mist imprisoned Voldemort.

"Luke, can you sever his connection to the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore asked a question, saying that if they could do that, their future actions would be much easier.

Upon hearing this, Luke closed his eyes and patiently sensed the surroundings.