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Chapter 158 Betrayal! Voldemort Is Disfigured Again (Please Subscribe)

Charlie's voice sounded again.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and Charlie was unwilling to wait any longer.

This voice was like a giant hand in the Nine Netherworld.

To pull Quirrell's sinking consciousness out of the illusion.

The illusion in the Mirror of Erised is still evolving.

Quirrell has successfully ascended to the position of Minister of Magic.

He attended exchange conferences held by the Ministry of Magic in various countries.

At the conference, he met many masters in the magic world.

Wizards all over the world thanked him.

Show respect.

Even the people in charge of the Ministry of Magic in other countries are submissive to Quirrell.

In this illusion of the Mirror of Erised, there is no Voldemort.

Quirrell is still Quirrell.

With his own efforts, he learned magic and worked hard at teaching.

Completed a series of breakthroughs and achievements.

Finally got everything he dreamed of.

Almost everything.

Just when Quirrell ascended to the highest stage.

A giant hand fell from the sky.

Straight up Quirrell.

With lightning speed, Quirrell was pulled out of the illusion.

"No!"

"Don't end it!"

"This is my life!"

"I belong to this kind of life, I shouldn't be here.

"I shouldn't be like this."

"I am Quirrell, the most admired Quirrell!"

Quirrell held his head in his hands, feeling very painful.

I can't accept this situation when I return to reality now.

His eyes are very red.

Sometimes he touches the back of his head, and then he looks at his chest.

The voice turned into a whimper.

Until he saw Voldemort's cold gaze.

Quirrell was slightly startled.

Then he slowly shook his head.

Dreams are still dreams after all, and reality is reality after all.

"Idiot, are you awake yet?"

Voldemort's cold snort sounded.

He was helpless, but had no choice.

The current actions all depend on Quirrell's body.

If he left his body rashly, Voldemort himself would be severely injured.

Otherwise, he would have been unable to bear it long ago.

"Idiot~#?"

Quirrell murmured.

The person who looks down on you the most turns out to be the person to whom you sold your soul and body.

Quirrell seemed to understand something.

"Ha ha ha ha………"

Suddenly, Quirrell let out a crazy smile.

The whole person seemed to be thinking about something crazily.

"Hahaha, it's you, it's you who hurt me!"

"I have no chance, no way out!"

"It's all you, Voldemort!"

Quirrell suddenly roared.

He tore off his clothes.

The expression on the whole person's face became a little distorted.

Charlie dodged and jumped back.

Looked at Quirrell with interest.

Now, the group relationship has become interesting.

It turns out that the power of talking is so great for Quirrell.

Thinking of this, Charlie couldn't help but admire Grindelwald, the master who deceived people back then.

It turns out that Mouth Escape can save so many things.

If I had known, Charlie would have studied psychology.

Or specifically study and study some mysterious magic that confuses people's hearts.

Quirrell finished speaking.

Voldemort's face looked dazed again.

His face was full of disbelief.

It was as if he heard something impossible to hear.

It can be seen from the reflection in the Mirror of Erised that Quirrell's face is very angry now.

It's not like being controlled at all.

Voldemort was a little confused.

This was the first time that his followers would speak to him like this.

He didn't even count as talking, he had already taken action just now.

"I'll give you a chance. If you kneel down now, I can still forgive you, but I will only punish you slightly.

Voldemort calmed down and spoke slowly.

He glanced at Charlie out of the corner of his eye.

It seemed like he wanted to see Charlie's reaction.

It’s a shame and a big loss.

But Charlie sat directly on the steps, looking very interested.

Meeting Voldemort's gaze, Voldemort felt that Charlie's face was full of ridicule.

Voldemort was angry.

"Quirrell, you disappoint me so much."

"Among my followers, there is a servant like you.

Voldemort's voice was faint.

Seems ready to bewitch Quirrell again.

But this time, Quirrell seemed to be listening.

He just stood there, smiling blankly.

Laugh for a while, cry for a while.

Then he touched the Mirror of Erised.

Staring in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

suddenly.

Quirrell burst out laughing.

Then he picked up his wand.

I looked at it for a while.

Charlie raised his eyebrows slightly and had a bold idea in mind.

Voldemort's face twitched, and an extremely ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

Could this wand be used to deal with him?

No way?

Quirrell wouldn't be so rebellious.

If Voldemort didn't have the ability to sweat now, he would be sweating profusely right now.

But it's a pity.

Voldemort and Charlie both guessed correctly.

Quirrell smiled sadly at the Mirror of Erised.

Full of helplessness and regret.

Voldemort saw Quirrell's expression in the mirror and felt that something bad was about to happen.

My eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The next second.

"."Fire fire!"

Quirrell whispered and began to recite the spell.

Then the tip of the wand burst with magic power.

Flames spurted out.

Shooting straight into Voldemort's parasitic chest.

The whole process happens in just a few seconds.

In an instant, flames wrapped around Quirrell's chest.

That is, Voldemort's face.

"...

(Mano's) "Ah!"

Voldemort's face was submerged in flames within a short time.

At first I wanted to endure it, but soon I couldn't help but let out a loud noise.

"Quirrell, you deserve to die!"

"You are so brave to do this to me!"

"Do you know what will happen if you do this?"

"stop!"

Voldemort shouted.

Quirrell ignored it.

He just stared at the Mirror of Erised in shock.

In the mirror, the place where Voldemort lived was engulfed in flames.

Then intact skin and flesh appeared.

Quirrell's body became clean, and there was no trace of Voldemort anymore.

Quirrell smiled.

Smiling at the Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, he saw his wonderful life.

"It's great, it would be great if I could do it again."

Quirrell shook his head.

The flames gradually began to consume his body. .