MTL - The People of the Motherland Are Coming, Fortunately, I Am Superman of Doomsday-Chapter 369 The dream world called [Harry Potter] (Part 2)

  Chapter 369 The dream world named [Harry Potter] (Part 2)

   "Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat did I need urgent medical attention!"

  In the Hogwarts school at night, the Sorting Hat on the Dean's desk continued to make noise with a high-pitched voice.

   The old and weak Phoenix wanted to give it wings because of the noise, and many moving figures in the photo frames on the wall covered their ears.

   "It's the sword of Gryffindor!"

   "It turns out that Dumbledore has been storing it in the sorting hat."

   "No one uses it, how did it come out?"

   "Let's not say whether anyone uses it, only people with the true qualities of Gryffindor can use it."

   "No matter how many times I see it, it's still gorgeous."

  They all lowered their heads and looked sideways, looking at the luxurious gemstone silver sword that was hung on the wall as if it had gone through a long dusty time, and once again reappeared in the world shiningly, they all expressed surprise and admiration.

   "Sword of Gryffindor?"

  The teacher Qi Luo who walked into the dean's office was startled when he heard the noise. His eyes were hunger and thirsty at that moment, and he hurriedly scanned the office, and soon fell on the jeweled silver sword nailed on the wooden wall.

   Quirrell was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering brightly: "It's really... the sword of Gryffindor, one of the four Hogwarts holy artifacts..."

   Quirrell's face was calm, but his heart was ecstatic.

   Unexpectedly, the sacred artifact that the master asked him to look for, the strongest sacred artifact that he could not find in the whole of Hogwarts, appeared in front of him brightly and unguarded at this time!

   At this moment, Quirrell even suspected that fate was on the side of the Death Eaters!

  Now the Sorcerer's Stone has not been completely obtained, if he can obtain the holy artifact, the sword of Gryffindor, it will not be in vain for him to infiltrate Hogwarts as a Death Eater spy these days.

  In the photo frame, a former headmaster consciously urged: "New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, go and call the dean back, something happened to the sword of Gryffindor."

   "Oh. Isn't the principal here? I see."

   Quirrell said yes, but did not leave the principal's office. Instead, he continued to walk indoors, walking towards the sword of Gryffindor.

   "Hey, what do you want to do!"

   "Go and inform the principal, what are you doing here?"

   "This is against the rules, new Mr. Quirrell!"

   Seeing Qi Luo approaching, the characters in the many photo frames shouted in alarm.

   "You don't care what I want to do." Quirrell snorted coldly, and quickly walked to the sword of Gryffindor.

   "Someone is going to grab something!" The Sorting Hat saw this, and the wailing at this time turned into a cry for help.

   On the table.

  The magic bird and beast with dark red wings kept flapping its wings, its eyes were sharp, and it wanted to fly, but before it could fly, it fell down powerlessly several times.

   "Fenghuang, if I were younger, I would still find it difficult. But now that you are old and dying, I advise you to be obedient and stay where you are!"

  Quirrell took out a pitch-black staff that was bigger than chopsticks from his pocket with his left hand, raised it lightly to warn Phoenix, and at the same time reached for the hilt of the Gryffindor sword nailed to the wall with his right hand.

  The principal will be back at any moment, other deans and faculty, and even students may find out what's going on here.

   Quirrell was very decisive, no longer concealed his identity and intentions, and planned to take the sword of Gryffindor and leave Hogwarts immediately!

  But at the moment when his right hand grasped the hilt of the gemstone of Gryffindor's sword.

  In the room where the flames flickered, a cold silver glow like moonlight flickered!

  Chick!

  Accompanied by the scarlet warm blood, a severed hand wrapped in the sleeve of the robe was thrown high!

  Everything is so fast that it doesn't even feel the pain.

   Waiting for Quirrell to react, the severed hand has fallen to the ground.

  He stared blankly at his empty right sleeve, and after a second delay, he hugged the broken arm and let out a scream.

   This shocking scene also made the Sorting Hat, Old Phoenix, and the many portraits of the principal on the wall unexpected.

  The jeweled silver sword that was originally nailed on the wall has disappeared.

   Quirrell pressed his back against the wall, raised his eyes in fear and surprise, and what caught his eyes was naturally the disappearing Gryffindor sword.

   It's just that the sword of Gryffindor is floating in the middle of the principal's office autonomously at this time. The blade of the sword that was easily cut off was full of cold light and precious aura, without any blood stains, it was still a flawless ancient work of art.

  The tip of the sword hangs slightly, pointing at Quirrell.

   At this moment, the cold air continued to rise from Quirrell's back. He opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to ask for help, but quickly realized that his intention had revealed his identity.

  So.

  Qiluo's eyes flooded with the determination to give it a go, but he was still so stupid that he forgot the characteristics of the holy sword of Gryffindor, and waved his staff angrily.

   Before Quirrell could read the incantation, the jeweled silver sword suspended above the table suddenly turned into a stream of light, and the air in the room was instantly pierced, passing through the wand and Quirrell's eyebrows!

   "Who the **** is...?"

Quirrell, who had never seen this kind of wizard's attack, stared wide-eyed. The wooden staff he held in his hand was only a stump, and blood gushed out from the blood hole between his eyebrows. After that, he fell straight on the floor of the principal's office .

  In the principal's office, all the magical creatures and creations stared incredulously at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who was instantly killed, and the sword that was not stained with blood, or even had the slightest smell of blood, floating in the low sky autonomously.

   And just after Quirrell died.

   Woohoo!

  A black mist that seemed to have life surged out from the head of Qilo's corpse. There was a face in front of the black mist, a male face as pale as a ghost!

   "My God, it's Voldemort!"

   "This new teacher is a Death Eater who has infiltrated the school!"

  In the character photo frame, the past principals who recognized the male face uttered horrified cries.

   Hurrah!

  Voldemort, who appeared as a ghostly black mist, did not speak, and roared towards the window of the principal's office!

   Clang clang!

  Following a metallic clatter, the cold light flashed in the room again, and the jeweled silver sword cut Voldemort's black mist into several pieces as fast as lightning!

  Voldemort just let out a pained snort, and the black mist quickly regrouped into one body, rushing out of the window of the headmaster's office, into the vast night outside!

   "Oh? I remember that the sword of Gryffindor can kill souls..."

As the incarnation of the Gryffindor Sword, Yi Meng was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that the Gryffindor Sword can be used as the nemesis of Horcruxes after the second chamber of secrets in [Harry Potter] .

  The current sword of Gryffindor obviously hasn't killed the magic monster yet, and has acquired the property of destroying souls.

   "Forget it, let's talk after leaving here."

   Sensing that a large number of people were approaching the principal's office here, Yi Meng, who was transformed into a sword, had a thought, and turned into a silver streamer, which also passed through the office window and quickly disappeared into the night outside!

  (end of this chapter)