Hogwarts Collector, I cast a spell with the Eye of God - Chapter 117
Qi Luo’s move seemed to have stirred up a hornet’s nest.
The entire chessboard instantly became boiling!
Both the black and white pieces stopped fighting, and even the knocked-down pieces got up, all treating him as their first target and launching a fierce attack.
“The soldiers waved their short spears and stared at the black smoke in the sky.
“The”chariot” swung its arms wildly, the sharp saws whistled and spun, and the mechanical claws opened their ferocious mouths, shooting out cold icicles from the shooting holes.
“The Bishop fired both guns at the same time, the energy cannon sprayed out green shells, and the machine gun fired wildly, sparks flew everywhere.
“The”knights” galloped across the chessboard, chasing the flying black smoke.
However, the most frightening thing was the combination of the two pairs of kings and queens.
The two pairs of kings and queens suddenly stood together, held each other’s hands, saluted, and began to… dance.
At the same time, beautiful dance music suddenly sounded in the room.——《”The Morning Song of Gopellia”, and”The Farewell of Copellius”.
In the melodious melody, the two pairs of dancers spun lightly, the queen’s skirt bloomed like a flower, and the king’s shawl fluttered in the wind.
However, under the graceful dance steps, there was a fierce murderous intent.
The edge of the skirt, the edge of the cloak, the sharp feet… the wind blade cut through the air with the round dance, making people dare not approach.
What’s even more weird is that as they danced, bursts of cold air and whirlwinds actually surged on the chessboard, like a violent snowstorm in winter, which made people shudder.
Qi Luo was stunned. This scene is a bit too big!
Little did he know that Ye Ting wanted this effect. For the king and queen, Ye Ting referred to the mechanical noble [Copellius] and the mechanical girl [Gopellia] of Fontaine.
When the two are separated, as the king and queen chess pieces, their abilities are just like that.
But when they merged into one and danced the Ice and Wind Suite, they would summon the power of ice and wind, sweeping across the entire chessboard.
About an hour later, Quirrell finally broke through the chessboard barrier.
However, he did not grab the white crown – instead, he used magic to break through the door before he was killed.
At this moment, Quirrell had a broken arm, a lame leg, and scars all over his body, dying.
He was like a walking corpse, with amazing perseverance, struggling to move towards the last room.
Along the way, his blood left a long mark on the ground.
Quirrell pushed open the last door with trembling hands. Fortunately, there was no threatening existence in the room, only an ordinary table with six identical small bottles neatly placed on the table.
However, just as he stepped over the threshold, a purple flame suddenly rose up, blocking his retreat.
At the same time, strange black flames also sprang up at the door in front.
He was trapped in the room.
Quirrell staggered to the table, grabbed the parchment scroll on the table, and read it over and over again. Under his burnt eyebrows, his frown revealed deep furrows, reflecting his inner anxiety.
“Six bottles, each claiming to contain an antidote, while the rest contain a deadly poison……”He muttered to himself, very confused.
After a long silence, he asked the existence behind him with a hint of expectation and trepidation:”Master, can you guide me, which bottle contains the potion that can pass through fire?”
The pain in his body was like a beast gnawing at his nerves, making his mind chaotic.
“How should I know?”
Glancing disdainfully at the parchment, a cold voice rang in Quirrell’s mind:”When everyone claims to be innocent and accuses others of being traitors, I will choose to use [Legitimate Mindfulness] to find out the truth.”
Quirrell was speechless. Did he have to use [Legitimate Mindfulness] on these inanimate bottles?
This was simply ridiculous.
In helplessness and desperation, he conjured up a feather pen and began to scribble on the parchment, trying to find a clue.
However, until the ink ran out, he still couldn’t determine which bottle was the real antidote.
“What should I do?”Quirrell was extremely anxious.
With a one in six chance, should he go all in?
Faced with a one in six chance of survival, should he go all out?
But the price of failure was too heavy, that was Snape’s poison!
At this moment, Quirrell suddenly thought of a game popular among Eastern European dark wizards – roulette.
It was a terrifying gambling game with simple but extremely cruel rules.
The game requires six wands, one of which was cast with a fatal death curse!
Wizards participating in the game must choose from these six wands, then point the selected wand at their heads to activate the magic inside.
The winner can take away all the prizes, while the loser must pay the price of his life!
But even in that kind of roulette, only one of the six options is death.
Compared with roulette, Quirrell’s current situation seems to be more sinister.
Among the six options, only one can keep him alive!
Looking at the seemingly harmless logic problem in front of him, Quirrell’s mood was extremely heavy.
He couldn’t laugh anyway, and the bitterness and helplessness in his heart almost made him collapse.
“Hurry up!” Voldemort urged impatiently
“But… Master, if I die, no one will be able to help you get the Philosopher’s Stone.” Quirrell said in a pleading tone.
“Don’t worry, since I said I would grant you eternal life, even if you die, I have the ability to resurrect you.”
Voldemort’s whisper suddenly became soft, comforting him,”Don’t dawdle, Quirrell, make a choice quickly! The most important thing for us now is to get the Philosopher’s Stone, time is running out.”
Quirrell stared at the row of bottles left by Snape and hesitated for a full five minutes. His right hand trembled as he reached for bottle number five.
He racked his brains and used the dumbest method to try to analyze every situation, and finally got the correct answer.
“Ah… you are worthy of me.”
Quirrell picked up the bottle with pride and drank it in one gulp.
Then he realized that something was wrong.
Quirrell had experienced countless physical tortures this semester. However, the pain of all these tortures combined could not compare to the severe pain in his chest when the bottle of potion slid into his throat.
The feeling went deep into his bones and seemed to tear his heart apart.
He was wrong, he knew he had made the wrong choice!
But how could it be possible?
Obviously, only the words in bottle number five were the only truth, otherwise it would be illogical…
Could it be that… this was also a trap?
In fact, all potions are poison? Snape just wants the people who enter to die?
Along with the severe pain, Quirrell felt that he gradually understood everything.
But it was too late to guess this now.
He should not have drunk the potion.
Drinking it means He was about to face death.
Quirrell had never thought of giving up his life, otherwise he would not have survived in the forests of Albania until now.
However, at this moment, the feeling of death was so real that he could feel his life slipping away bit by bit.
This kind of pain is not only physical torture, but also a kind of mental devastation.
Suddenly, Quirrell felt a pair of hands taking the wand from his pocket. (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
He fell to the ground weakly, his eyes blurred by tears, and he tried hard to see who it was.
He raised his weak arm, wiped the tears from his eyes, and finally saw the man’s face clearly – it was himself with Voldemort’s face.
The face was as pale as chalk, the red eyes were flashing, and under the slender snake-like nostrils was a hideous face.
“It’s unfortunate that Merlin can’t be with you, Quirrell.”Voldemort said coldly,”You made the wrong choice and lost an opportunity.”
He snorted contemptuously,”But it doesn’t matter if you die. I never expected you to achieve anything great. Do you know, Quirrell? I’m tired of you, tired of your cowardice, tired of the endless trouble you have brought me… You should have died long ago!”
Quirrell’s eyes were red – if he had any – staring at Voldemort, tears streaming uncontrollably from his – or Voldemort’s pale and bloodstained face.
“You promised me……”Quirrell murmured to himself, his voice filled with endless pleading,”Master, I’m really sorry, but you did promise me……”
“That’s right,”
Voldemort held Quirrell’s wand, with a cruel smile on his face,”The merciful Voldemort never breaks his promise. I said I would give you eternal life, and I will do it.”
He began to chant in a low voice, and as the spell was chanted, Quirrell’s body suddenly lit up with a faint green magical light.
This was a magic that Voldemort had already cast on him, and he would start the ceremony only when Quirrell was dying.
Although Quirrell was not outstanding as a servant, he had a place in Voldemort’s next plan.
As the magic was cast, wisps of smoke drifted out of Quirrell’s body.
Quirrell suddenly felt a force surging into his body. He raised his bloody hands and found that he seemed to be turning into mist.
His body seemed to be gradually melting into the mist, and soon all the pain disappeared.[]
Quirrell couldn’t help laughing happily, and Voldemort also showed a satisfied smile.
In their sight, Quirrell slowly floated out of his body.
In the end, Quirrell turned into a ghost and”lived forever” in another form.
And his body finally belonged to Voldemort completely.
In fact, Quirrell didn’t have to die, and without his consent, even Voldemort couldn’t occupy his body.
However, Quirrell was deceived, and it was Ye Ting, Snape, and Voldemort who deceived him.
In fact, the so-called”poison” provided by Snape would only make people uncomfortable for a while at most, and it was impossible to poison people to death.
Just kidding, this set of levels was originally designed by Dumbledore for Harry’s postgraduate entrance examination, so the degree of water release in each level is almost full of”mercy”.
It’s like the future mobile game producer who ridicules himself as a”retarded nanny software” for the game he made.
Dumbledore is the painstaking game producer.
If he designs the levels too difficult, and the people who are tested can’t beat them or dare not play, then all the previous efforts will be wasted.
Only Ye Ting, a fool who doesn’t know how to take things seriously, would mindlessly increase the intensity of the levels.
This is also because he is lucky, so he can kill the right people in one fell swoop.
But then again, the last potion level is not as good as the previous ones. In the last level, Ye Ting did not add any embellishments to the potion except for modifying the questions.
And Snape personally adjusted the level again.
As a good helper of Dumbledore, how could he possibly make things difficult for Dumbledore?
But the problem is, Quirrell doesn’t know.
Quirrell personally experienced the previous levels, all of which were difficult levels, and all of them killed the challengers.
In addition, in the plant level, he witnessed Snape’s”message” with his own eyes.
How could he believe that Snape would hold back in this level?
At the same time, the pain all over his body blurred his senses, so that after feeling the severe pain, Quirrell began to think that he was going to die.
As a true master of the dark arts, as well as Snape’s old boss, and an old villain who was also good at using poison, Voldemort understood much more than him.
He could feel that what he drank was not actually poison.
But he took advantage of Quirrell’s illusion, just to make Quirrell give up his body on his own initiative.
Voldemort really couldn’t take the initiative to seize the body of a living wizard, but deceiving the other party to give up his body on his own initiative was another matter.
Sure enough, Quirrell fell for it and thought from the bottom of his heart that he was dead.
So, in the magic ceremony, he tacitly gave up his body, which benefited Voldemort.
Now, Voldemort can finally fully control this body and carry out his plan completely according to his own will.
It’s a pity that this body is too seriously injured.
“Damn professor, damn Dumbledore!”
Gnashed his teeth, Voldemort waved his wand, squeezed out the last bit of magic power, forcibly opened the barrier formed by the Fiendfyre, and then limped into the last room.
The Philosopher’s Stone…maybe it was hidden there… until he saw a bare room with only a bare mirror in the middle of the room.
“”Where is my Philosopher’s Stone?”
Voldemort looked at the mirror in front of him. In the mirror, he unified the wizarding world as the Dark Lord, and then led the Death Eaters to enslave the Muggles, and he himself truly gained eternal life…
What a beautiful dream.
Unfortunately, there is no Philosopher’s Stone in this dream.
“Damn it, it’s the Mirror of Erised!”Voldemort finally understood the method of this level.
The Philosopher’s Stone was hidden in the magic mirror.
But he couldn’t even see the Philosopher’s Stone, so how could he take the Philosopher’s Stone from the mirror?
“Damn it… Damn it, they are all a bunch of bastards!”
Voldemort lingered here for about half an hour, and still had no idea how to get the Philosopher’s Stone from the Mirror of Erised.
He didn’t dare to stay here any longer.
His plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain had a time limit.
Quirrell had wasted too much time in breaking through the previous levels. If he stayed here any longer and ran into Dumbledore, everything would be over.
“……Then, we can only make a backup plan.……”
Voldemort dragged his broken body and limped out of the abandoned corridor, thinking bitterly in his heart:
“Wait for me, Dumbledore, when I come back with everything ready, you will regret everything you have done to me!”
