Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"I never thought that after so many years of separation, you and I would finally meet here again, Wickton, no, it should be Mr. Wicker."

Dressed in a decent black suit with a thin coat draped over his shoulders, Quirrell held a cup of black coffee and raised his glass to Anse, who was also in a slim black suit.

"I didn't expect that Quirrell Cult, no, it should be, Mr. Quirrell, you are still alive."

Quirrell is now bald as he was in the original history, and he is not as thin and fair as before, but has become a strong man. It seems that he has been trained in close combat.

But Ans was still shocked. After all, that day, he saw Voldemort jump out of Quirrell's body, which could be said to be half separated. This is an injury that no matter how powerful a magical animal is, it cannot resist the summons of Lady Death. , but he is still alive.

Combining everything he had seen in the subway before, Ans felt that Quirrell was related to the ability to self-heal and to regenerate and pull out bones at a rapid speed.

Have you become a test subject for the church?

That day...

One more person!

"I see, did you use the Holy Grail?"

That day there was a knight named Octa. He was an old man from the Templars, the predecessor of the organization Ans was affiliated with. He was a real old man who used the Holy Grail and lived from the time of the Templars to the present day.

Quirrell, who was supposed to die in the first place, probably used the liquid in the Holy Grail to hang on to his life, and then filled in the missing half of his body and survived.

Filling up half of his body was possible in Anse's opinion. After all, Harry could grow back without bones through potions overnight, so flesh and blood should be able to do the same.

The wizarding world can do it, not to mention the church which already has access to angelic power.

"As expected of you, yes, I did use that strange object." Quirrell put down the cup. It stagnated strangely in the air, and then turned into powder and dissipated. "I didn't expect that in the history of mankind, there are still Such a thing makes me understand more and more that it's not that the world is too small, but... the magical world in Britain is too narrow."

"Sa!"

Suddenly, Quirrell's posture became JOJO, and he opened his hands.

"Wick, I believe you also know how vast this world is. There is no future for continuing to follow Dumbledore. It is so difficult for just a Dark Lord. He has been allowed to stir up trouble in Britain for so many years. He is already old, and The future! It’s my time!! Do you want to..."

"Daba!"

After making a big cross sign, Ans simply refused the other party's solicitation. The church was recruiting angels and summoning the heroic spirit of Medusa. There must be something behind the conspiracy. The smart and witty Ans certainly couldn't follow them.

He still remembered the scene of summoning the angel that day. The way he worshiped and defiled the angel at the same time made him look like a villain.

"Ho? Hehehe, well, since you are determined to follow Dumbledore, then I will break your admiration! Let you know how vast the world is!"

After saying that, Quirrell raised his right hand and rushed over like a mad dog as if his fantasy had collapsed.

"Melee combat? It seems that Mr. Quirrell, you are very confident after training."

When he snatched the magic stone before, Quirrell certainly didn't forget Ans' terrifying melee strength that could compete with Octa, but he still charged at Ans, which showed his confidence. This was also a provocation.

As a male creature, how could he back down when challenged?

So Ans also rushed towards Quirrell, like two speeding vehicles facing each other.

But Quirrell laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Avada!!"

Biu——

Ans was hit by the green light and flew backwards quickly.

The death curse successfully hit Ans, which made Quirrell's eyes shine with a strange light, like a weasel who had stolen a chicken.

"There is a saying in the Far East that a soldier never tires of deceit. Student Wick, you can go with peace of mind. After all, we are wizards. How can we honestly fight in close combat with you? Humph...huh?!"

Quirrell, who was having fun at first, suddenly saw Ans somersaulting in mid-air and landing smoothly, which surprised him.

Was it a mistake in his magic?

"Huh huh huh, I knew you were dishonest," Ans patted his black coat and swept away the remaining traces of magic. "As an assassin of the new era, you are not a good wizard if you don't wear a body armor with steel plates. "

Avada Kedavra is indeed an insoluble spell against flesh and blood, because its spell has a special effect, which is a special attack on the soul, penetrating through thin clothing and hitting the body, causing irreparable damage to the soul.

But everything cannot be perfect. The seemingly unsolvable spell actually has a huge loophole, that is, it can be physically resisted.

In other words, the death curse cannot penetrate anything like a [bunker].

Although it cannot penetrate, there is still an impact, just like a bullet, and Ans still feels pain when it acts on the body armor.

"Humph!"

Quirrell snorted. His cleverness was easily resisted, which made him feel that he had just acted like a clown, so he silently acted and ignored Anse's magic.

It's like a knight's stand-up style that ignores damage. In Yamaguchi Mountain, this style of play is usually used by either newbies who don't know how to move and avoid skills, or by big guys who are very confident in their own resistance and equipment level.

Quirrell undoubtedly relies on his own high-speed self-healing characteristics. He is like an unbeatable enemy and as tough as a cockroach.

However, just like the Avada Kedavra, there is no perfect thing. Even if the Holy Grail was left by the saint as a burial object for the dead body, it is not unsolvable.

For now, in just a few minutes of fighting, Ans already had three ways to crack it.

The gradually aging face changes from a handsome young man to a middle-aged man at a speed visible to the naked eye. This is Quirrell's disadvantage. It is difficult for him to die, but he is not immortal. Even if the length of his life is lengthened, the time should pass. It will continue to elapse unless replenished later.

This is one of them. If you drag it, just take it off and see who wears out whom.

The second is to behead him directly. Out of his fighting instinct, Ans feels that the opponent is not invincible enough to become the kind of demi-human that is difficult to die. Even if he can grow a new head, he can also use high-power spells to kill him. The whole person is annihilated in this world, leaving no trace.

The third is that like Quirrell's starting move, using spells such as Avada Kedavra that specifically target the soul. Ans believes that the body can heal itself at a high speed, and there is no reason why the opponent's soul can also do the same.

To the point where one's spirit and body are truly immortal, one can no longer be considered a human being.

"Draw the ground into a prison!"

"Restrain yourself!"

Two spells were used instantly, causing the ground under Quirrell's feet to turn black in a small area, and he himself could not move out of this area. At the same time, several chains jumped out from the black ground to imprison him.

Quirrell, who felt bad, understood that he was drifting. After finding out that he could survive being injured, he felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, so he despised Ans. Looking at the wand raised by the other person, he once again sensed the call of Lady Death.

"You're too swollen Quirrell!"

"No! It's not over yet!! It's still my victory!!!"

Facing death once again, Quirrell shouted loudly, took out a starter with his free left hand, and pressed it without any hesitation under Ans's pupils that suddenly shrunk to needle-like shapes.

"MDFK!!!"