Ted was hiding behind the stone pillar while making complicated spell-casting gestures with Qiloxu.
This is what I gained from previous research, using gestures instead of chanting spells to cast spells...
"Iron armor protection! The curse stops!" Professor Quirrell suddenly cast a spell to prevent the sneak attack from the floating one-handed sword behind him, and then shot it down.
"Hmph! Ted, your floating spell combined with the movement spell can actually be released silently?" Quirrell's eyes were fierce, and the jealousy in his heart was soaring.
Just now, while Ted was talking, he silently cast the levitating spell, trying to stab Quirrell with the back of the one-handed sword that Neville had dropped.
It turned out that Quirrell had Voldemort behind his head and failed.
This kind of talent is exactly what I cannot achieve, a true genius!
A smart and outstanding wizard like Quirrell is the one who understands the gap between himself and genius best. He understands more than ordinary students and is more desperate! This is also the reason why he embarked on the bloodline path and did not hesitate to seek refuge with Voldemort.
"You are indeed very talented!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from behind Quirrell's head. Like rotten wood rubbing against rough stone.
"Master?!" Quirrell's facial features trembled and his expression was very complicated.
Fear, regret, jealousy, several emotions are intertwined on one face. It was obvious that surrendering to Voldemort was a bad idea, but it was too late.
"Let me face him!" Voldemort's voice sounded.
"Master, he is not worthy of you..."
"Shut up! Let me face him!" Voldemort actually wanted to see Ted more than Neville, the boy who had defeated him.
Professor Quirrell turned around tremblingly, reached out and untied the purple turban that had been covering his head for a year and was prone to lice.
A face that was as gray as cement and had abnormally proportioned facial features was located on the upper part of the back of Quirrell's head.
Ted was sure of one thing: Voldemort really had no nose!
"Ted Epiphany...you are very talented. If you stay at Hogwarts, your talent will only be wasted." Voldemort opened his mouth and said in a very calm voice.
"Furthermore, Dumbledore is particularly wary of Muggle wizards like you who are of ordinary origin and have extraordinary talents. He will keep a close eye on you... If you stay here, you will only be ostracized."
"So... come with me! I will teach you how to use your rare talent, control magic, master power, and make the mediocre surrender! You will be able to share my glory..."
Voldemort's voice was low but generous, like magic, with an indescribable temptation that made people believe him.
At least Quirrell's heart surged after hearing this, as if he had understood everything Voldemort said.
But Voldemort never said these words to him. Voldemort just regarded him as a temporary parasite.
Although Professor Quirrell was furious and could not control himself, Ted's mental resistance was level 3, and this level of prophetic temptation could not shake his will.
But Ted didn't mind giving in and stalling for a while.
"Oh, are you the mysterious man? I've heard about you." Ted pretended to be confused.
"Yes, I, Voldemort! The greatest dark wizard! Immortal!" Voldemort's voice suddenly became louder, as if to cheer himself up.
"But you don't look good now? Moreover, Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to have received any benefits! He was even forced to drink unicorn blood. I heard that he will suffer a serious curse..."
Ted's words were like a red-hot awl, piercing Professor Quirrell's heart so hard that his whole body began to tremble.
He drank the blood of the unicorn, and he was cursed that could not be lifted. His life was over!
It’s over! I didn’t get anything, I was done!
In Ted's voice, Quirrell began to waver.
"Huh?" Voldemort suddenly wondered, "Ha, haha! Ted, you really didn't disappoint me! You actually have such power! Hahahaha, follow me, we are so alike! Only I can teach you how to do it. Become stronger..."
Although Voldemort is now disabled, his knowledge is still there. As a master of Legilimency, he is keenly aware of the power of the mind in Ted's words.
Although he didn't know what this power was, he felt it affecting Quirrell's will.
Just like he said, Ted was so much like him back then.
He had this special power to influence others!
When Ted heard what Voldemort said, he thought: No! If I'm like you, wouldn't I be in bad luck?
Although no clues were found, there was a high probability that Dumbledore was nearby and observing!
It would be terrible if this made Lao Deng suspicious of me.
"Fart! We are different~" Ted immediately stated his position - using four cards in a row!
[Wild boar throws cannon (green)]
[Chasing Snowball (Green)]
[Fire Dragon Fireworks (Green)]
…
First there was a "bang", and a fat and strong wild boar appeared from the void and rushed towards Professor Quirrell with its big teeth bared.
Then a snowball as big as a fist hit Voldemort's bear face! Voldemort should be quite familiar with this~
Then a five to six meter long colorful fire dragon composed of sparks and fireworks suddenly appeared, baring its teeth and claws and rushing towards Professor Quirrell.
Of course, none of this could hurt Quirrell or Voldemort.
"Split into pieces!" The wild boar exploded and turned into large sparks that dissipated.
Snowball was not worth taking action at all and was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse.
Voldemort: Are you here again? ! Hey, why should I say it again?
"The curse stops immediately!"
However, Quirrell miscalculated this time. The fire dragon fireworks were not erased by Quirrell's universal counter-spell, but instead swelled up and hit his face!
The firework dragon became extremely huge and flew down in the air, swallowing Professor Quirrell with its big mouth open. Sparks suddenly flew everywhere, making the sky full of fireworks and crackling sounds~
"Idiot!" Voldemort's voice rang out amid the crackling fireworks, "All curses are over!"
Although he still had to rely on Quirrell's body, Voldemort still casually used the powerful Curse of All Ends - this spell usually requires multiple wizards to cast it at the same time, and Voldemort didn't even use a wand.
After being hit by all the curses, the fire dragon fireworks disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only Professor Quirrell was left wearing a wizard's robe that was full of holes and looked like a fishnet suit. Quirrell has never been so sexy in his life~
At the same time, Quirrell's body also trembled three times. He had been possessed for more than half a year, and his body was getting more and more stretched now, not to mention being controlled by Voldemort and using the All-Ending Curse.
The burden of being possessed by Voldemort, coupled with the possession of spells, and advanced magic, is really draining Professor Quirrell dry!
However, there were cold raindrops falling on Professor Quirrell's bald head, and both his face and Voldemort's face were wet!
The first three cards were all feints, and the last card Ted used was [Neville's failed scabies potion (green)].
"Ah~~~" screams sounded.
