Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

"Oh, it's right to make the first move."

Quirrell smiled contemptuously and dropped his disguise.

He had never been the cowardly Quirrell, but a Death Eater hungry for power and strength, and now his opportunity was at hand.

"Don't count on them, I will leave you a way out when you solve the puzzle."

"No one can live with that purple flame."

Hermione looked at Cassandra eagerly, and sure enough, Cassandra stopped in front of Purple Fire.

Is there nothing she can do this time?

Cassandra looked at the purple flame, she really had nothing to do with the flame gate.

However, Cassandra can still act.

"Professor, protect yourself."

Flitvi was startled, and before he could understand anything, a terrifying storm rushed out of Cassandra.

As if transformed into a dragon with teeth and claws, it bit the wall next to them.

A strange light flashed, and the wall was obviously cast with spells such as protection spells, so it was not so easy to break through.

At least it couldn't be easier than Zihuo, otherwise it would not be difficult for wizards to break through the wall.

However, some rules do not apply to Cassandra.

The black silent fire was fully fired, and it crazily hit the wall, and the whole room began to vibrate, and the cutting sound made the sneering Quirrell in the room panic instantly.

"... Silently!"

"You turned out to be silent!"

Quirrell finally understood how Cassandra's terrifying magic power came from.

Can a 12-year-old silently?

Didn't Momoran generally not live to be ten years old?

"Idiot, leave her alone and press for an answer!"

Voldemort's voice was also a little more anxious.

Quirrell also reacted, and the light directly lit up on the wand, as if there was a gesture of killing people if there was a disagreement.

"The answer is the third potion."

At this time, a cold voice came into the room, and Cassandra gave the answer directly.

This answer was exactly what Snape had just reminded Cassandra.

Three people go forward, seven people come back.

It doesn't just refer to the number of people, but also means that the third bottle of medicine can pass through the next black fire door, and the seventh bottle of medicine can pass through the purple fire door in front.

Of course, in addition to Snape's reminder, Cassandra's memory also served as a contrast.

Because she remembered that the smallest bottle of potion was the correct answer.

101 3/4 Full firepower, kill Chilo!

Quirrell immediately looked at the third bottle of potion.

He immediately picked up the potion and rolled his eyes.

Quirrell obviously wouldn't just believe Cassandra's words, and Cassandra just shifted the pressure away from Hermione.

When people are under extreme stress, their brains often go blank.

The puzzles that were originally easy for Hermione, she may not be able to solve them now.

Quirrell opened the potion, smelled it, and it was a smell that he had never smelled before.

His attainments in potion science were not high, so he really couldn't judge the authenticity of this bottle of potion.

So he looked at Harry and Hermione, finally grabbed Hermione by the collar, and said to Hermione, "Drink it."

Hermione still wanted to resist, but Cassandra said: "Listen to him, trust me."

Hermione took one look at Cassandra, decided to trust Cassandra, and obediently obeyed.

After drinking half of it, he was pointed by Quirrell with his wand and walked towards the flame door.

She closed her eyes and jumped straight in, intact and unharmed.

Seeing this, Qi Luo laughed, and just wanted to open his mouth to drink the potion, but unfortunately it was over.

With a loud bang, the wall shattered directly.

The pitch-black silently rushed directly to Qiluo, so frightened that Qiluo could only quickly turn into black mist and flee.

And the potion bottle in his hand also fell, and was smashed to pieces silently.

"No!"

Quirrell, who had regained his stature, roared angrily, and Cassandra destroyed the correct potion.

And this also means that he can't enter the last checkpoint, and he can't take the Philosopher's Stone away.

All this is because of this first-year witch who is in the way!

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flew towards her, but Cassandra flicked her hand, and the mithril shield on her shoulder expanded rapidly, and was caught by Cassandra's magical hand.

Then he moved agilely in the air, blocking Quirrell's death curse.

"Except your weapons!"

The next moment Cassandra fought back, and the red light rushed directly to Quirrell's chest.

With a wave of his wand, he cast the Silent Iron Armor Curse, easily blocking this attack.

The silver shield in the air gave him a headache, so he aimed his wand at the silver shield, intending to knock it into the air first.

But how could Cassandra give him such a chance?

Roaring silently released its power wantonly, this is the first time since it was born in Cassandra's body, it can act unscrupulously.

Before that, it was used as a power bank.

It is the most miserable silence in history.

Now that he has the opportunity, Momoran can't wait to tear up everything in front of him immediately.

Facing the blade-like silence, Quirrell could only turn into a black mist and flee again.

Silently chasing after her, Cassandra had a chance to speak.

"Protect Harry, Professor!"

Flitwick also knew that the opportunity should not be missed, so he used the Levitation Charm on Harry, and then led him to his side.

"How are you, child?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again.

He looked at the back of Cassandra fighting, and his mind was in a trance.

What exactly is going on?

Was that dream a lie?

As a result, Cassandra did not steal the Philosopher's Stone, it was Quirrell who stole the Philosopher's Stone, and Cassandra was protecting him again?

As a result, suddenly, his scar began to be in severe pain again.

As if looking at Cassandra one more time would tear his skull apart.

The screams startled Flitvi, and he glanced at Cassandra who was fighting Quirrell, and quickly began to cast a series of protection spells: "Strong protection, strong shield, expulsion of the enemy..."

A bright shield blocked the hole that Cassandra smashed, completely sealing the possibility of Quirrell coming out.

And all of this was seen by Quirrell.

"You are nothing short of a monster!"

"Do you understand monsters!"

Quirrell appeared, only had time to say a word, and was chased by silently.

Everything went to waste.

Without the potion, you can't enter the next door, and you can't get the Philosopher's Stone.

Now even Harry Potter is gone, and he can't do anything.

What awaited him, Quirrell knew very well.

Fear had already made him tremble, but Moran, who was chasing after him, made Quirrell dare not stop.

Finally, hide-and-seek gained a momentary respite. This time, Quirrell no longer used the killing curse with a long front spell and a low hit rate, but a silent spell.

With a flick of the wand, a silent jinx flew towards Cassandra's chest.

"Iron armor!"

The shield that seemed to be sparkling appeared in front of Cassandra again, easily blocking the curse.

As long as it's not a Killing Curse, Cassandra is still confident in her Iron Armor Curse.

The left hand is pulling the magic hand to control the mithril shield, and the right hand is holding the magic wand to cast the Iron Armor Curse. The summoned creature is silently chasing Quirrell like a mad dog.

At this moment, Cassandra's defense and attack power were all off the charts.

I always feel like I have seen this kind of monster-killing mode before?

"Damn, freak, bastard!"

Quirrell, already out of breath, tried a few more times.

Cassandra stood where she was, barely moving except for turning around.

When another killing curse was accurately blocked by the mithril shield, Quirrell completely collapsed.