bookbashuk Chapter 106 36 Miles ~~~ Quirrell's Torture
Chapter 106 36 Miles ~~~ Quirrell's Torture
Chapter 107 Three Hundred and Sixty Miles~~~ Quirrell's Torture
Is there a magic stone ahead?
When did Dumbledore create a new level?
Is this still Hogwarts?
Quirrell's mind was filled with questions.
He had a vague idea about the current rapidly deteriorating situation, but instinctively wanted to deny it.
No, that's impossible...
He's already run right up to the trapdoor; is that inherently wicked little painter still chasing him?!
Go get the magic stone... quick!
The master's urging echoed in my mind.
Quirrell got up from the ground, stared into the dark interior of the gate, and swallowed hard.
He cast a protective shield on himself and gritted his teeth as he stepped inside.
It's okay, this level should be just as easy as the previous ones...:
"Tap, tap..."
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Footsteps echoed between the empty walls.
The stone walls were damp and sticky, with a mottled yellowish-brown color, making one wonder what exactly was stuck on them.
Quirrell suppressed his nausea and looked around at the grand and old-fashioned decor, which calmed him down a little.
There's no danger at all...
Sure enough, Hogwarts couldn't possibly be as sinister as that brat.
Thinking this, Quirrell turned a corner and a flash of silver light appeared.
"Bang!"
"Oh!"
Quirrell shuddered in fright, staring in astonishment at the living armor that suddenly emerged from around the corner on its hind hooves!
The sharp longsword slashed at his magical barrier; if he hadn't cast the Iron Armor Charm beforehand, he would have been cut in two!
"Powder, pulverized to pieces!"
"boom!"
A spell was unleashed, blasting the armor into fragments that scattered in all directions.
"Huff, huff..."
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Quirrell stared wide-eyed, still reeling from the shock.
How could it suddenly jump out from behind the wall? Was it a coincidence?
How could a mindless thing like a living armored creature launch a sneak attack?
In a bit, bro.
When Quirrell dodged the suddenly charging dog for the fifth time, all he could think was to curse!
What genius put the guards behind the wall?!
Is this really that underhanded?!
"Powdered to dust—ah!"
Just as Quirrell was about to deal with the guards in front, a guard who had flanked him from behind smashed him against the wall with a hammer!
The terrain was also a spiral staircase, which caught Quirrell in a pincer attack, leaving him nowhere to hide!
Holy crap! Are there no designers in the world who care about their own mothers anymore?!
"Damn it! Shattered to pieces! Shattered to pieces!"
Quirrell frantically unleashed spells, blasting the guards to smithereens.
Panting heavily, drenched in sweat, and covered in filth.
The ordeal I endured in those short ten minutes was more than all the previous challenges combined!
There's an open space in front of us!
Quirrell looked at the archway ahead with delight.
It's almost over, just need to climb the stairs.
When Quirrell stepped through the archway and was greeted by a breathtaking view, his smile froze on his face.
Ahead lies a narrow log bridge, barely wide enough for one person to cross at a time.
Above, three giant side blades sway at different frequencies.
Below was a bottomless, pitch-black abyss.
The knives clashed, producing a chilling, clanging sound.
Quirrell: "You son of a bitch!"
With his hopes dashed, Quirrell broke down completely.
He roared and cursed, stamping his feet in pain and scratching his face!
I wish I could just jump off this cliff and end this torture that I don't know how much longer it will last.
Hurry up... don't dawdle...
Voldemort's urging rang out at just the right moment.
"...Yes, yes, Master."
Quirrell was panting heavily, his face ashen, and he barely regained his senses.
He gazed at the crisscrossing blades before him, knowing that these heavy, massive blades could easily pierce through his defenses.
Once it is struck, it will be split in two.
"It's okay, just rush in at the right moment, it's not difficult at all..."
Thinking like that.
Quirrell took a deep breath and carefully stepped onto the log bridge.
He moved step by step toward the side blade, waiting for the right moment it swung, then suddenly took a step—"Whoosh!"
A sharp arrow shot out from the side!
With a clang, it struck Quirrell's barrier, instantly creating a crack in it!
"Huh?!"
Startled, Quirrell lost his balance and fell heavily onto the bridge.
next second.
"Aaaaaah—!!"
A heart-wrenching cry instantly echoed throughout the entire space!
The side blade instantly pierced through the defense and mercilessly slashed across Quirrell's back!
Instantly, a burst of blood erupted.
A deep, bone-revealing wound ran across his entire back!
"Ah, ah ah..."
Quirrell struggled to crawl forward, not because he was particularly tenacious.
It's not that they don't climb up, but that the knife will swing and swoop down again soon!
But the torment had only just begun.
"Whoosh!"
Two sharp arrows shot out from both sides of the log bridge, accurately hitting Quirrell, whose defenses had already been breached!
Two bursts of blood erupted instantly.
"Gurgle!"
Quirrell raised his neck, veins bulging, his contorted expression making it seem as if a burly man was pushing him from behind.
Yu Guangzhong saw two guards, one on his left and one on his right, standing in the shadows, aiming their swords at him.
"—A suit of armor to protect you!"
Between cursing and saving his life, Quirrell chose the latter.
"Clang clang!"
The arrow struck the barrier.
Taking advantage of the brief moment, Quirrell quickly cast a healing spell on himself.
They used both their hands and feet to climb across the log bridge with great effort.
Have you ever risked your life for anything?
Quirrell has it now.
When he passed through the last blade, Quirrell was almost overjoyed and rushed forward headfirst.
Then, with a thud, it crashed into something cold and hard.
In that instant.
Quirrell's rationality snapped.
"Hahaha....
Quirrell laughed maniacally as he slowly raised his head.
They encountered a living armored figure guarding the front of the log bridge.
Living Armor: Hello.
Listen up!!!
After Quirrell experiences a series of exciting and thrilling adventures, including swampy cesspools, tunnels with rolling stones, walls that shoot arrows from both sides, and guards jumping down from the ceiling.
He finally reached the top of the ancient city.
at that time.
Quirrell's robes were hanging on his body like rags, his whole body was covered in blood and bruises, crisscrossed with newly healed hernia scars, not a single patch of good skin.
Even his nose was crushed by the boulder.
Only the cursed headscarf stubbornly stuck to his head.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Quirrell stood atop the tower, breathing in the air that inexplicably smelled of sulfur, his eyes bloodshot.
Find the designer of this ancient city and break down "his" life into pieces.
This was the only belief that sustained Quirrell at that moment.
A message identical to the one at the entrance emerged from the ground:
Congratulations! You have successfully reached the penultimate level!
This is your reward.
"Whoosh!"
A howl, like that of a wild beast cub, came from the wooden box.
When Quirrell peeked out, he was surprised to see a small, black dragon.
..whee."
He suddenly grinned, raised his wand and aimed it at the young dragon, his eyes filled with a mad and twisted malice.
He wanted to torture it; the pleasant screams would be the best reward for himself.
The sky darkened.
A huge shadow fell, and a pungent smell of sulfur and rust filled the air.
Quirrell looked up little by little.
I saw an adult dragon whose pupils had shrunk to needle-like sizes.
The jet-black scales and erect bony spikes indicate that this is a Norwegian Spinosaurus.
Moreover, Quirrell knew it subconsciously.
This was the raging mother dragon who inexplicably slashed him with her claws that night in the Forbidden Forest.
Click.
His Dao heart shattered in an instant.
Quirrell began to tremble all over.
A clown-like, ugly grin spread across his face, and he could barely hold onto his wand.
"No...it's a misunderstanding, I didn't mean to do anything to that young child...no, no...!!!"
A deafening roar, accompanied by swirling dragon flames, echoed throughout the entire ancient city of Sein.
the other side.
Ravenclaw lounge.
Ethan nestled comfortably on the soft sofa.
The unfinished dragon portrait looked up, gazing towards the trapdoor as if sensing something.
Its cobalt blue eyes gleamed in the firelight.
"It's almost time for me to make my appearance..."
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