The little wizards in the classroom suddenly had ominous feelings.

'Professor Quirrell.'

'His temperament seems to be different!'

Blake's eyes lit up.

'Good heavens, this must be Voldemort!'

'Quirrell's temperament? It has definitely changed'

'Quirrell' took a deep look at Blake.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"Those tedious stories have always told.

It's still too boring! "

"If that's the case!

"Then let's give it a little demonstration."

Quirrell had prepared the writing on the blackboard and the accompanying pictures.

Then, they all disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, the huge podium was also moved to the other side.

"Of course"

"Let's start the demonstration."

"When you met the Dark Sorcerers outside," 'Quirell' started.

"How are you going to face them?

"I'm going to invite one of you up here.

"Then we can demonstrate."

'Quirrell' finished.

His eyes fell on Blake's face.

Blake felt a hint of danger in his eyes.

'But …'

'Danger?'

'I don't believe that you, Tom, dare to touch me in Dumbledore's hall!

'Even if you dare to touch me …

'Then my wand might be … hard!'

Then.

Blake purposely put on a pleasantly surprised expression.

Then, he raised his hand high in the air.

"Professor!

Let me do it! "

Blake's performance.

He was a complete fan of Quirrell.

'Quirrell's' lips flashed a cruel smile.

"Then come up here!

"You're … Blake Green, right?"

"Yes!

Professor Quirrell!

"Come up here!"

Blake couldn't wait to run up.

At this moment.

Some students were originally sleepy.

Then because Blake was wildly admiring Quirrell's behavior.

And the little wizards who had goosebumps all over their bodies.

Their spirits and interest were finally piqued.

After all, this was a demonstration of actual combat!

It was much more interesting than the boring storytelling just now!

At this moment, no one cared why Quirrell suddenly stopped stuttering.

"Then … take out your wand, child."

'Quirrell' stood in front of Blake with his wand in two fingers.

Blake glanced at 'Quirrell's' wand gesture.

'Damn, his posture is so arrogant, so awesome.

'And you say you're not ... Tom?'

"Okay!"

Blake didn't dare to be careless.

He directly took out his custom wand.

The custom wand at this time.

It had long been disguised by Blake to look like a mithril wand.

So it looked long and thick.

It was like a small iron rod.

'Quirrell' saw Blake's wand.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Then … Now, let's say you're a Dark Wizard."

"You're preparing to attack me … Come, use the spell you're best at to attack me."

"Then I'll show you how to deal with it."

When Blake heard this.

How could he not understand?

This guy wanted to teach him a small lesson!

As long as he attacked him.

Then when he counterattacked.

With a little trick.

He could make him suffer a big loss!

Although he might not dare to kill him.

But he would definitely have to suffer for a long time!

Tsk, why was this Tom so petty?

Could it be that he had been in this state for too long?

So he was getting crazier and crazier?

Very likely.

He had lost this bit of shrewdness.

He was far worse than when he first started his business.

But it was understandable as the plot of the book involved him in a dispute with a child.

'Tsk.'

'He couldn't even find some his age.'

"Professor."

"I don't know how to attack spells."

"I haven't learned it yet."

Blake pretended to be ashamed.

Under the podium.

Hermione's mind was full of question marks.

Blake didn't know how to use attack spells?

Then how did he defeat the hidden monster back then?

This guy had been very strange since just now.

What was he trying to do?!

"It's okay!

I'll teach you one now! "

"Everyone can also learn from me."

"This is one of the most common spells in dark magic defence."

"Everyone, listen to me and recite the spell."

"Remove your wands!"

Then.

Just under Blake's influence.

Harry Potter actually became his old enemy.

After learning the incantation of this predestined spell …

"Okay, are you ready?"

"Then come on!"

Blake sighed softly in his heart.

Actually, he didn't quite understand.

Why was Voldemort so impatient this time?

According to the original work.

He had been lying low until the last moment.

Why this time?

After being teased by him casually.

Why did he have to teach him a lesson?

Was he not afraid of being exposed?

Just now, he said that he didn't know how to cast a spell.

He just wanted to see if Voldemort would get impatient.

Then, he would give up on his impulsive behaviour.

Obviously.

He seemed to have muttered about Voldemort's madness.

There was also a degree of vengeance.

"Come on, attack me!"

'Quirrell' stood where he was, calm and unruffled.

Blake held his wand.

He didn't dare to be careless.

Since that was the case …

"Fluorescent Flicker!"

Blake's spell of illumination was thanks to Gandalf's magic board.

Therefore, the bonus was 100 million points.

Other people's flashing fluorescent lights could at most be used as a small flashlight.

And his fluorescent light flickered …

It was like a flash bomb!

"Wow!

My eyes! "

Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

'Quirrell' was shocked.

On the one hand, he was shocked by Blake's abnormal illumination spell.

On the other hand, it was unexpected!

He thought that Blake would use the Disarm Charm.

But

It was a flashbang.

'Quirrell' raised his hand and cast an Iron Armor Spell.

There was no other way.

After all, this was Quirrell's useless body.

Voldemort used less than one-tenth of his magic power.

After his vision was temporarily deprived.

He had to put down the protective shield first.

In this way.

Even if he couldn't see anything.

Blake's Disarm Charm couldn't hit him.

'Quirrell's' body suddenly stiffened.

Then.

The real Quirrell suddenly felt that he had regained control of his body.

...

He immediately felt a sense of shameful pleasure …

And it was a very, very pleasurable kind …

"Ugh!"

Without Voldemort's control, Quirrell.

He immediately lay on the ground …

It was very pleasurable. …

Blake smiled and looked at Quirrell on the ground.

The magical version of the Massage skill.

Any spell.

It could be triggered!

Of course, that included the illumination spell!

As long as you were hit by my holy light.

Then you would be hit by my Massage skill!

Of course, this was about the transmission of magic power.

As long as others blocked it with the Iron Armor Spell in advance.

Then even if they were hit by his illumination spell.

They wouldn't be hit.

However.

Voldemort was careless.

The Iron Armor Spell was only used later.

This led to him being directly ambushed by Blake!

Of course, this was also because there was no such outrageous skill in this world.

That was why Blake was able to succeed so easily.

But this skill could help one choose the target.

So the others in the classroom were fine.

Blake saw that the people in the classroom were still covering their eyes.

And so … ….

"Oh no!

Professor Quirrell's old illness has relapsed! "

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground.

"You f * cking … bastard."

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