"Ah! It hurts so much!"
Harry's scar was burning wildly, as if someone was drawing on his forehead with a red-hot branding iron.
Ron and Hermione quickly supported Harry, but they didn't know what to do either.
Charlie couldn't pay attention to Harry's condition, because the aura of the black-robed man opposite had completely changed.
If the previous Quirrell was like a cornered mouse, he was now like an awakened venomous snake.
Dangerous, extremely dangerous.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A green light shot out from the black-robed man's wand, carrying the aura of death, and headed straight for Charlie.
Charlie's pupils rapidly contracted, and he wildly waved his wand.
"Transfigure quickly!"
The stones on the ground instantly transformed into thick, heavy shields, layered one after another in front of him.
The green light only left a trail of black smoke on the shields.
While the Killing Curse was powerful, it was only effective against living beings.
It was powerless against shields.
But Charlie still felt a chill down his spine; facing that green light directly, the breath of death had never been so close to him.
Indeed, Dark Wizards were not to be trifled with; his initial decision to return to the Castle was correct.
Lord Voldemort apparently hadn't expected Charlie to block the Killing Curse, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly adjusted his strategy.
His wand spewed forth raging tongues of fire, sweeping over everything.
The temperature of the flames was terrifyingly high; the surrounding leaves instantly turned yellow and withered, and the air was twisted by the heat.
Charlie pointed his wand in the direction of the stream.
"Aguamenti!"
The stream water was pulled by magic, forming a water Dragon that directly clashed with the flames.
The flames and water violently collided, making hissing sounds.
A large amount of steam rose, instantly forming a dense white mist.
But even with the water clash, waves of heat still came rushing towards them.
With his vision obscured by the mist, Charlie decisively made a decision.
"Obscuro!"
Even denser mist poured out from his wand, mixing with the steam.
Under the cover of night, the entire space became pitch black.
Lord Voldemort realized Charlie's intention, waved his wand, and a circle of raging fire appeared around him.
The flames were arranged in a ring, protecting him in the center, preventing Charlie from launching a sneak attack in the dense fog.
"Quite a few clever tricks, aren't there."
"Your talent is good. Surrender to me, and I will grant you glory and life."
Lord Voldemort's voice was like a poisonous snake hissing, harsh and grating.
However, Charlie ignored him.
The moment he summoned the dense fog, Charlie sprinted towards the black-robed man.
His footsteps were completely masked by the noise of the burning flames, moving silently like a ghost in the darkness.
When he saw the ring of fire, he unhesitatingly activated his Animagus form.
A crimson Dragon appeared in the dense fog, its scales shimmering in the firelight.
A Dragon's resistance to fire was almost infinitely close to immunity; this temperature felt as mild as bathwater to Charlie.
Lord Voldemort's fire barrier was useless in front of Charlie.
Charlie charged into the fire circle, and his massive Dragon claw slammed down fiercely on Lord Voldemort.
Lord Voldemort's vision was obscured by the dense fog, and coupled with the fact that he was using Quirrell's body, his reaction speed was greatly reduced.
By the time he sensed the danger, it was already too late.
"Bang!"
The Dragon claw solidly struck Lord Voldemort, and the immense force instantly smashed him to the ground.
Quirrell's body let out a bone-chilling crack, and his chest was visibly caved in.
Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, looking particularly striking in the moonlight.
"Damn it..."
Lord Voldemort lay on the ground, feeling the intense pain from his body, his heart filled with extreme rage.
He was the great Dark Lord Voldemort, yet he was severely injured by an eleven-year-old student?
This was an utter humiliation!
But now was not the time for anger; Quirrell's body was already on the verge of death, useless.
"Fool!"
Lord Voldemort cursed under his breath, decisively choosing to retreat.
A wisp of black smoke floated out from Quirrell's body, rapidly dissipating into the night.
Charlie remained in his Dragon form, vigilantly watching his surroundings.
Under the double cover of night and dense fog, he hadn't noticed the wisp of black smoke at all.
Lord Voldemort had successfully escaped.
With Lord Voldemort's departure, Quirrell's consciousness returned.
Intense pain instantly swept through his entire body, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Oh, my kidney!"
Quirrell's voice was filled with despair and pain; his neck tilted, and he completely fell silent.
Charlie, however, was startled by his scream.
His heart suddenly jumped.
This Dark Wizard could still revive?
No, cut the weeds and remove the roots!
Charlie remained in his Dragon form, his massive Dragon claw raised again, aiming at the bloody mess on the ground and smashing down fiercely.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
[Your Majesty is desecrating the corpse, how brutal! tyrant points +10]
The system's prompt made Charlie reluctantly stop his actions.
So it was just a final burst of energy.
Charlie transformed back into human form, and lightly waved his wand.
The surrounding dense fog began to dissipate, and the raging flames gradually extinguished.
Moonlight once again shone on the clearing, illuminating the mess on the ground.
Not far away, Harry had already fainted from pain.
Ron knelt beside him, frantically patting his cheek, at a loss.
"Harry? Harry, wake up?"
Hermione, ignoring Harry, quickly ran towards Charlie.
Harry had only fainted from pain, but Charlie might have suffered severe injuries.
Her eyes were full of worry.
"Are you alright?"
"Are you hurt?"
Charlie shook his head.
"I'm fine."
Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief, her legs went weak, and she almost sat down on the ground.
That battle just now was truly terrifying.
Spells, flames, loud noises... She had never seen such an intense magic duel in her life.
Charlie looked around.
The ground was scorched black, and several large trees were also affected by the flames, their bark cracked and all their leaves withered.
A burnt smell still lingered in the air.
The most conspicuous thing was the bloody, mangled mess on the ground.
Charlie frowned, used his wand to conjure a thick cloth, and covered the nauseating bloody mass.
Then he walked to the head of the corpse, squatted down, and reached out to lift the hood of the black robe.
Moonlight shone on that face.
Charlie and Hermione both gasped in unison.
"Professor Quirrell!"
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