Chapter 3039: Who is faster within seven steps?
"..."
At this time, while a certain troubled little girl was drinking soup from a large bowl and eating meat, Harry, who was frightened and frightened, was being tied tightly with ropes, including his mouth and neck.
He couldn't do anything except breathe and stare at Quirrell with his eyes wide open.
He couldn't even use the ultimate spell that Professor Flitwick had taught them by word and deed - that is, the 'cry for help'.
However, although he could not make a sound, call for help, or use magic spells, what Harry saw was: the mirror in this room... it seemed that he and Ron had seen it during the Christmas vacation.
And that magical mirror that was later hidden by Dumbledore?
As for why it was here, in this room where the Magic Stone was kept, he still didn't know.
However, judging from what Quirrell was muttering and muttering to himself, and who he was talking to, it seems that the mirror is the key to finding the 'Philosopher's Stone'?
And the important thing is: the other party should not be found yet?
Thinking of this, Harry calmed down slightly and began to think hard about ways to escape from the situation or even counterattack the opponent.
It's a pity...
After thinking about it for a long time, he thought that now he couldn't even move, and his wand had just been whipped by the opponent to the corner several meters away from his right. Without the wand, let him face an adult.
He's a wizard, and he's also a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It seems like he really can't do it?
"sorry……"
"Owner!"
"I saw the Philosopher's Stone, but I can't get it..."
"I can't get it..."
"Help me!"
"Master, please help me!"
At this time, surprisingly, before Harry could think of a good way to escape or counterattack, Quirrell seemed to have gone crazy and knelt down directly in front of the magical mirror, and then cried and cried.
Pleading loudly?
"???"
You know, there are only Harry and the other party here, but now, the other party seems to be talking to someone. In that situation, Harry can't help but subconsciously move his eyes around, trying to
See where the 'master' the other party talks about is hidden.
For example, is it the same as his invisibility cloak or Annie's disillusionment spell, making him invisible and hiding in a corner?
"Use that boy—"
"Take advantage of that boy, you idiot!"
Soon, Harry stopped taking random glances.
Because, he was shocked to hear: There was another person's voice coming from Quirrell's head?
Moreover, the voice seemed to come from inside the turban the other party was wearing. The voice sounded a bit dull and weak at the same time?
"yes……"
"Master, I understand."
At this time, Quirrell spoke nervously again, and then he stood up slowly and looked at Harry with a grin.
Then, the other party just waved his wand, and all the magic ropes on Harry's body disappeared.
"Did you hear everything?"
"Now……"
"Potter, come here, stand in front of this mirror, and tell me where that thing is hidden?"
"Philosopher's Stone!"
"I want you to tell me where the Philosopher's Stone is!"
With that said, Quirrell took a few steps away from the mirror, and then motioned for Harry to stand in front of the mirror quickly.
"..."
However, Harry hesitated.
Although, he didn't know what the other person was hiding in his head, but he only knew that the scar on his forehead was aching faintly at this moment.
Furthermore, in this situation, if he doesn't try to resist or escape, then he will definitely die!
so--
"!!"
Without thinking, he took advantage of the opportunity for the other party to let go of him. He first pretended to be obedient and stepped forward. However, after taking two steps, he made a decision when he was closest to the wand that had just been knocked away. He flew directly towards the wand.
He rushed over with his own wand.
It can be seen that Harry's mind is very flexible. He knows that he will definitely not be able to defeat an adult with hand-to-hand combat, so the first thing he thinks about is of course to get his wand!
Whoosh——!
Unfortunately, a ray of light hit Harry hard first, knocking him away and hitting the wall, making him miserable.
"Here comes the wand!"
At the same time, his wand was still in front of him, being ingested by the other party and flying directly into his hand?
"Stop playing tricks!"
After taking Harry's wand in his left hand, while the one in his right hand was still pointing at Harry intentionally or unintentionally, Quirrell became a little angry and threatened again:
"Potter!"
"Stand up and go to the mirror, right now!"
"Otherwise, you will soon know what the feeling of 'cutting out the heart' is?"
As he said that, the tip of the wand began to flash with a dangerous green light. You didn't need to think about it to know that Quirrell was ready to release some kind of terrible spell.
"..."
Seeing this, under the threat of the other party's words and actual actions, Harry, who knew that he had no chance, had to compromise in frustration, and then struggled to get up again under the other party's gaze, and then staggered a little
Walked to the mirror.
"Watch it!"
"Thinking of the Philosopher's Stone!"
"hurry up!"
Then, of course, Quirrell urged him again.
"..."
Harry certainly knew how to use this magic mirror, but he didn't intend to think about the Sorcerer's Stone as the other party said. Instead, he thought of his parents again.
He felt that this time he seemed to be dead, so he wanted to look at his parents again ...
"??"
However, it was unexpectedly. At this time, he did not see his parents smiling or beckoning him in the mirror, nor did he see any magic stone, but saw:
In the mirror, he smiled at him, then reached out to the back, then pulled out a gun, and then in the mirror, he also helped him in front of him and fired it.
Put the firearms behind?
And Harry, who grew up in Muggle Realm, naturally knew what it was!
"!!"
Therefore, while he stared at his eyes directly, he also subconsciously reached behind him.
really!
He only felt sinking on his hand, and seemed to have a bit more heavy and cold stuff, the weight, at least a few pounds. Anyway, he felt heavy, but fortunately, the weight was still in the range he could withstand.
He knows, that must be a gun!
It is the kind of ordinary human world, that is, the guns of Muggle World, and it has been carried!
For Harry, who often peek at TV at Desti's home, and then play the toy guns that have been eliminated by Dali, of course, he knows the weight and power of his weapons in his hand!
And even more wonderful: Because he was wearing a large wizard robe, and just the Qiluo stood in front of him, standing behind the side of the magic mirror, so the other party did not see it?
only……
What he was hesitant to make Harry was about seven steps from him, and there were two wands in the opponent's hand, but he was a carved firearm in his hands ...
Is he raised the muzzle and the trigger was faster, or did the opponent aim at the magic wand at him and release the silent spell faster?
Therefore, he couldn't help some tangled and nervous, and his heart jumped a little bit uncomfortable.
"He got it!"
"Let him take it out!"
At this time, the weak and terrible voice sounded again.
"Potter!"
When he heard that voice, Qiluo's expression began to be ecstatic, and then he waved his hand again and again, threatening to Harry:
"What is in the hand behind you?"
"Take it out!"
"quick!"
"Don't play tricks?"
"Give me!"
At this time, it was very unexpected, but the other party did not raise the wand to Harry. Instead, he lowered his hands to the ground. It seemed that the other party felt that Harry's wand was already in his hands, and then the two sides were separated by a paragraph.
Because of the safety distance, so start to relax?
"!!"
Seeing that the other party was just busy and rare, Harry did not dare to hesitate, directly copied the firearms behind the background and pointed at the other party.
Then, under the surprised eyes and surprised expressions of the other party, he did not wait for the opponent to release any attack or defensive spell, and he resolutely pulled the trigger.
Da da da da—!
Da da da da da da—!
Da da da da—!
Because he was too nervous, and because his finger was still firmly holding the trigger, the thirty-round magazine of the rifle was used up by him in less than three seconds, and the bolt also soon hung up due to an empty magazine.
There was a final burst of "click" sound.
But the effect is not bad!
Although, due to the recoil, at least half of Harry's thirty bullets just hit the border, but the distance just now was still too close, so at least a dozen bullets still hit Quirrell's stomach.
, heart, lungs, neck, thighs and shoulders, etc.
"you……"
"I……"
Therefore, Quirrell, who suffered heavy injuries in an instant, with more than a dozen transparent holes appearing in his body, and blood still pouring out of his neck, mouth and nose, shook his body and raised the wand in his hand with difficulty, trying to point it at Harry.
But before he could cast the spell, he slumped his head back and fell to the ground. Then the wand slipped from his hand and twitched twice, then stopped moving.
Obviously, a gun is fast from seven steps away, but a gun is accurate and fast within seven steps!
Therefore, when Quirrell was unprepared and did not put on his armor to protect himself in advance, he fell to Muggle weapons.
And it's no wonder, after all, no one would have thought that what Harry Potter took out was not a Sorcerer's Stone, but a weird Muggle weapon, right?
It's even possible that he has never seen it and doesn't know the efficacy and power of that kind of Muggle weapon?
After all, in this world now Muggles can take the initiative and occupy most of the land on the earth, and can also force wizards to hide in corners where normal people cannot see and survive. If guns are not a threat to wizards, then what?
I’m afraid no one will believe it if I come out, right?
Of course, it's no longer important to worry about that kind of thing now, because Quirrell is dead!
"..."
Looking at Professor Quirrell lying in a pool of blood and the spreading blood, and then looking at the weapon in his hand that had been filled with bullets and with smoke still coming from the muzzle, Harry swallowed subconsciously.
"Don't tell me yet..."
"Ron, you won't think that this thing is much easier to use than a wand..."
Muttering to himself, although Harry was still very scared and excited, and his heart was beating violently, he still forced himself to calm down, then dropped the weapon without bullets and prepared to step forward to pick up the weapon that belonged to him.
My own magic wand.
However, at this moment!
"!!"
For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a sharp pain in the scar on his forehead. Then when he subconsciously covered his forehead and cried out in pain, he was surprised to see: Professor Quirrell's body slowly appeared.
A ferocious white shadow, seems to be a ghost?
‘Jie roar——!’
Then, before he could see clearly whether the ghost was Professor Quirrell, the other party suddenly let out a terrifying scream, then rushed towards him and passed directly through his body.
"???"
Chapter completed!