Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 70 Duel Tutorial

Surprisingly, Voldemort did not fly into a rage, and there was no tense atmosphere in the room.

Voldemort's voice was slow and weak; he said haltingly, "Tell me...tell me everything you know...I can forgive your sins..."

You can't fool a fool with that.

Given Voldemort's unstable mental state and ruthless style, he would never suffer a loss even if he were to fight a mad dog.

Unless Voldemort, returning to his peak, desperately needs manpower, or Belvina demonstrates an irreplaceable role, it's hard to imagine him forgiving her.

Moreover, there is an unresolved issue between the two—the Horcrux.

If Voldemort knew that the Horcruxes had been destroyed, he would be lucky if he didn't chase after them all over the streets with his wand. How could anyone expect him to mercifully forgive their sins?

With a forced smile, Belvina gave a perfunctory one and said, "You know Professor Dumbledore better than I do. The reason those mechanisms outside are useless is entirely because of the Mirror of Erised. Its existence allows Dumbledore to rest easy."

"If I could answer your questions in a few words, I might as well give you my seat on the eighth floor," Belvina continued. "Neither you, me, nor Quirinas will get the Philosopher's Stone."

Anyone who desires to possess the magic stone or harbors selfish motives towards it will not be able to obtain it from the Mirror of Eris.

Although Voldemort was very weak, with only a tenth of his magic power remaining and his soul torn to pieces, his mind was still intact. He had already figured out the situation that night, unlike the self-deprecating yet arrogant Quirrell who was smug.

Voldemort's decision to ask Belvina was merely his last attempt; he had already realized that obtaining the Philosopher's Stone tonight was virtually impossible.

The best course of action now is to leave the school as soon as possible, before Dumbledore returns, and go into hiding to plan for the future.

We've survived a long ten years, so enduring a little longer isn't unacceptable.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. That's the principle.

Voldemort remained silent, but secretly gave Quirrell the order: Kill her!

Since Belvina has lost her usefulness and may still block our way, let's kill her and get rid of her once and for all.

Quirrell, unable to contain his excitement upon receiving the order, gleamed with anticipation. He had long awaited this day. Today, he would take down the ever-arrogant Black, and later find an opportunity to eliminate Snape, who constantly threatened him!

With murderous intent rising, Quirrell suddenly raised his hand, and a deadly green light shot straight towards Belvina.

However, the killing curse failed to take any souls, and Belvina dodged the fatal blow with a nimble sidestep.

Belvina appeared to be standing there lazily and casually, but in reality, she was on guard the whole time. The person standing in front of her was the cruel Voldemort, so she couldn't afford to be careless.

When the Killing Curse missed its mark, Quirrell quickly intensified his attack, throwing out every spell he could think of, regardless of whether it would hit or not, just to bombard the enemy relentlessly.

Stunning spells, disarming spells, shattering spells, cutting spells... Quirrell used every spell that often appeared in wizard duels, including some vicious dark magic like the Killing Curse.

In an instant, the room deep underground was illuminated by magical light, and a barrage of spells rained down on Belvina, blasting deep craters around her.

Under Quirrell's continued spell, the area where Belvina stood was filled with flying rocks and billowing dust, which soon engulfed her.

Even so, Quirrell's hands did not stop moving. His alder wand was like a Muggle machine gun spitting fire, constantly firing out venomous spells.

Quirrell only stopped his relentless barrage when he felt exhausted and started panting.

Quirrell, panting heavily, lowered his arms and stared intently at the cloud of dust, his gaze so resolute it seemed to pierce through everything. He wanted to wait for the dust to settle so he could see Belvina Black's body as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, Quirrell didn't know what it meant to survive drowning, nor did he know what it meant to be unharmed despite being exposed to smoke.

Just as Quirrell was preparing to enjoy the fruits of his victory, the dust that should have settled continued to linger, showing no sign of settling.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. A strong wind suddenly blew up in the underground room where there should have been no wind. The wind, which rose from the ground, carried smoke and dust and blew straight towards Quirrell, making it impossible for him to open his eyes and causing him to cough repeatedly.

When the storm subsided and the dust settled, Quirrell finally stopped coughing and opened his eyes, only to find Belvina standing right in front of him!

"what!"

Quirrell cried out in surprise. He tried to back away, but his weak legs wouldn't obey him. He tried to raise his wand to do the same, but his clean fist was already right in front of him.

"what!"

Quirrell screamed and staggered backward, almost falling on his backside.

Rich in theoretical experience but lacking in practical experience, this was precisely why Quirrell left Hogwarts to travel, and it was also his greatest flaw.

Although the surprise attack gave him a certain advantage, Quirrell failed to make good use of the Killing Curse. While the barrage of attacks was satisfying, it had little effect. He was just waving his wand in vain, squandering his hard-won first-mover advantage.

If this weren't Hogwarts, and if there weren't extremely strong anti-Apparition spells here, he would have been taken down the moment Quirrell grinned and the magic enveloped him.

Regarding Quirinas Quirrell's recent actions, Belvina usually refers to him as: a wand-wielding baboon.

"Wow! That's quite an eye-opener, Quirinas," Belvina said dismissively. "From now on, if anyone says you're unqualified as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I'll be the first to disagree."

It was blatant mockery, no less sarcastic than that straight punch just now.

Quirrell wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at Belvina with venomous eyes, at her spotless black dress, at her perfectly styled jet-black hair.

"Don't look at me like that, Quirinas," Belvina said dismissively. "When your master was teaching you dark magic, why didn't he also teach you how to duel?"

With that, Belvina demonstrated, wielding her acacia wand like a whip, the Stunning Spell glowing a dazzling red light as it struck Quirrell directly.

In a panic, Quirrell hurriedly raised his wand and cast the Ironclad Charm to defend himself. He had just blocked the first Stunning Charm when the second Stunning Charm was already upon him.

If nothing unexpected happened, Quirrell would have been hit by the stun spell. He might have been knocked away by the spell, or he might have fallen unconscious under its influence. However, Quirrell remained standing in place, neither knocked away nor unconscious.

The Stunning Spell fired from the acacia wand struck the alder wand precisely; Quirrell didn't even need to move his wand to stop the spell.

Although Quirrell is a bit of an idiot, he's not completely stupid and can still see through Belvina's intentions—damn Blake is showing off!

Next, Quirrell, who was standing still, didn't need to move at all. He only needed to accurately cast the Ironclad Charm to block all the Stunning Curses aimed at him. Each Stunning Curse hit the location of the Alder Wand precisely.

"The first rule of wizard duels is not to be hit by your opponent," Belvina said calmly. "Even a single hit could cost you your life."

As she spoke, she continued to strike the alder wand with the precision of a target at close range.

"The second principle of wizard duels is to do everything you can to hit your opponent," Belvina continued. "Sometimes, a single hit is enough to decide the outcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed, and his weapon vanished!

This time, Quirrell failed to block the attack as before. The alder wand slipped from his hand and spun to Belvina's feet.

"Oh, right, disarming your opponent is also a very effective method," Belvina said with a smile. "In 1379, the young witch Elizabeth Smakirin won the Wizarding Duel Tournament by using a disarming spell."

Fear, panic, frustration, despair... all sorts of negative emotions overwhelmed Quirinus Quirrell. He futilely waved at the alder wand, pinning his last hope on wandless spellcasting, trying to recall the wand.

However, that despicable woman, Belvina, actually stepped on the alder wand that had fallen to the ground, not breaking it, but merely stepping on it.

"The third rule of wizard duels is that when you have the upper hand, never give your opponent any chance to turn the tide," Belvina said coldly.

She adjusted her center of gravity, transferring all her weight to her right foot, which was pressing down on the wand.

Click!

That was the sound of a wand breaking.