With a strange "Woo~" sound, the two balls flew towards Quirrell's head.
Under the blessing of the sports spell, these two stone exercise balls can directly smash Quirrell's head!
These two stone fitness balls are what Ted has always used to exercise his magic power. If nothing happens, he will take them and put them in his hands. It’s been less than half a year since I made it. I usually use my magic power to refresh it, and use my spiritual energy to control it and hover it in my palm, killing two birds with one stone.
This magical method is the most basic way to create magic items. Although it is time-consuming and labor-intensive, the effect is average, but it is better than simplicity.
However, Voldemort didn't even turn his head. He bent his other hand in a weird shape and made a gesture, and the two fitness balls exploded directly in the air with a "bang~bang~"!
Ted: I am Cao! Voldemort, I am your descendant! You pay me the fitness ball!
"Arcane missiles!" Ted had already launched the second wave of offensive after the fitness ball flew out. He didn't expect these two balls to do anything to Voldemort.
Whoosh whoosh~
Three elliptical magic bullets emitting purple light flew out, bypassing the iron armor curse that Voldemort casually placed in a round arc.
Although Voldemort's reaction was extremely fast, he mumbled a word in his mouth, and a gloomy green magic power surged out from Quirrell's broken body, directly melting two arcane missiles.
But the last arcane missile still forced him to dodge sideways, and he even fell to the ground because he couldn't control his body well!
Ted still didn't expect an arcane missile to kill Quirrell possessed by Voldemort, but his goal was achieved.
Because he took advantage of this rare opportunity to use a "magic suppression" on Neville who was still stiff and unable to move!
He was also betting that because he had never learned the curse of stopping, he could only use the magic he knew to try to relieve Neville's stiffness.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
It had been almost ten minutes since Neville was hit, and most of the spell's effect had worn off. Adding Ted's magic suppression effect, the "all petrified" effect was finally offset.
And Neville, who was able to move, was no ambiguity. The wand and one-handed sword were no longer around, but he just punched him in the face!
Voldemort and Quirrell hardly cooperated now, and even seemed to be fighting over each other. For a while, they did not dodge at all.
"Bang~" The not too big fist hit Quirrell's cheek, causing his loose skin to become deformed and full of wrinkles.
What's even more unexpected is that after Neville's punch, Professor Quirrell's face... actually split open!
It's like porcelain, full of cracks and then falling off piece by piece.
Neville was shocked by the scene in front of him. He didn't expect that the consequences of his punch would be so serious. No matter what, he was only a twelve-year-old child.
Quirrell was even more confused. He touched his face blankly at first, and then found that his hands were starting to fall off.
"Ah~~~" He opened his mouth wide and shouted in fear.
At this time, Quirrell, whose mood swings reached the extreme, even took control of his body from Voldemort.
But now he didn't know what to do except scream in fear.
"The Philosopher's Stone! You will be saved if you get the Philosopher's Stone! Hurry! Get it quickly!" Voldemort suddenly lost control of his body and could only scream anxiously, his voice also shrill.
Even the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort is now mentally and physically exhausted, with all kinds of negative emotions tumbling in his heart, and he wants to scream a few times to vent his anger.
He has lived in a miserable state possessing small animals in the forest for ten years, and now he finally has the chance to resurrect, regroup, and return to his peak. Why is it so rough! I've obviously already planned it!
Damn damn damn!
If Voldemort had hands now, he would have broken the thigh long ago.
However, what he said just now also had some effect.
Quirrell was desperate. Hearing that Voldemort said that getting the Philosopher's Stone would save him, he immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and pounced on Neville with an extremely ferocious expression.
Quirrell's hands that were as dry as ghost claws grabbed Neville's trouser pockets and tore Neville's trouser pockets with a single blow. The red magic stone fell to the ground with a clanking sound...
Neville also woke up from the shock just now, and firmly grabbed Quirrell's wrists to prevent him from reaching out to pick it up.
One was in the prime of life but was as exhausted as an old man, and the other was only eleven or twelve years old but was better developed than his peers. The two of them held hands and started the ultimate tug-of-war around the crotch area~
But in fact, the tug of war only lasted three seconds, because Quirrell's wrists began to break, and several of his fingers were even broken, and the fragmentation spread upwards towards the arms.
Neville's hands were empty, and Quirrell's were gone.
Quirrell raised his empty arms and looked at his few fingers with a weird smile, his whole body trembling violently. Neville also looked at his hands in horror, but still rushed forward with a sudden heart, grabbing Quirrell's face with both hands.
Just like a vixen fight, scratching like crazy!
Then Quirrell's face started to break... Ted's plan worked!
Ted was immediately ecstatic: Quirrell, I am your descendant. If you want to die, please give me a happy message!
Sure enough, it would take the Boy-Who-Lived to deal with Voldemort!
A large number of cracks began to appear in Quirrell's body, and the rhythm of the smashing accelerated. Many things like smoke and dust poured out from the cracks in the body, and then he fell to the ground piece by piece, and turned into ashes on the ground in just ten seconds!
The scene is very scary!
Neville fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his pupils dilated and his heart beating violently, and he was completely at a loss for words.
My hands, my hands are so terrible? !
"Careful!" Ted shouted, he didn't care about continuing to be invisible, and he didn't need to be invisible anymore.
It turned out that although Quirrell was shattered, Voldemort's face was still there, floating in the air, emitting a faint black smoke. He pounced on Neville!
Neville's training this semester was not in vain. He rolled subconsciously and avoided Voldemort's first collision with his face.
And he picked up the dagger that Ted beside him had used the transformation technique to conjure up, raised his hand and stabbed!
But Voldemort is not even afraid of curses in his current state, so how can he be afraid of a sword?
He passed right through the dagger...
However, Ted had already cast "Protection from Evil" on Neville. In a hurry, Ted could only think of this magic.
Then Voldemort's grimace rushed towards Neville with a puff of black smoke. Voldemort screamed "Ouch~" and was bounced away!
The unpossessed Voldemort is as weak as a fly!
In fact, protection from evil can only suppress the power of evil creatures and make them uncomfortable, but even Voldemort can't get through it, and it just scares Neville.
Seeing that his success was in vain, Voldemort rushed towards the wall with a plume of black smoke, and then disappeared.
Ted also took the opportunity to perform an appraisal on Voldemort. Anyway, they have already been offended to death, so offend them to death.
