Hogwarts: Starting as a Card Maker from a Failed Art Student

Chapter 107 Dung Stone or "Dung Stone"?

Chapter 108 Dung Stone or "Dung Stone"?

The top of the ancient city of Sein.

"Boom—!"

The sharp dragon claws, carrying immense force, struck the tower like cannonballs, instantly sending earth and rocks flying and causing large chunks of the walls and floors to crack.

"roar!!!"

The scorching breath then poured down, burning the boulder to a charred black, even slightly carbonizing its surface.

Even the air was distorted, filled with temperatures high enough to scorch human skin.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Quirrell rolled down the stone steps like a ball and crashed into the wall with a thud, feeling dizzy.

His body was charred black, and his headscarf was burned away, revealing his ugly, noseless face underneath.

Under the dragon's flames, everyone is equal.

Even with his former high position and great power, Voldemort was now bald from burns.

Patches of skin fell off as Voldemort howled in agony and cursed Quirrell's incompetence.

【You're a piece of trash! Useless! You can't do anything right! How can I trust you and give you the power you deserve?】

Even at this point, Voldemort still couldn't resist using his psychological manipulation tactics.

Poor Quirrell could no longer speak clearly and was trembling all over like a mentally challenged person.

He didn't understand how things had turned out this way.

He successfully exploited Lou Williams's weaknesses, and the journey there went smoothly, just as he had planned.

Even if that wretched Snape suspected him, what good would it do?

By the time he caught him, he had already successfully obtained the magic stone and helped his great master be resurrected.

At that time, he will become the supreme being, second only to one person and above ten thousand others!

That's how it should be.

Until he came across a door that had been painted on.

No.

It should be said that it started even earlier, from the moment he first came into contact with that strange boy...

"Woolen cloth!"

A sharp pain in his brain brought Quirrell back to his senses.

[Go find the antidote! You're going to die from the poison, you idiot!]

Quirrell belatedly realized that the wounds on his body inflicted by the dragon were rapidly swelling and turning an unsightly green.

The teeth and claws of the Norwegian Spinosaurus were venomous.

His current feverish and delirious state was partly due to being poisoned.

Quirrell stood up from his knees and leaned against the wall.

The sound of a giant dragon roaring from the top tower could be heard, and the building beneath our feet moved with the dragon, causing the earthquake office to tremble.

But if we're talking about running, where are we going to run to...?

When will this torment end?

Just then.

Quirrell suddenly noticed a platform jutting out from beneath the outer wall of the tower, a platform he had never seen or reached before.

.

Driven by some intuition about the designer of this ancient city, Quirrell ran after him.

And before the dragon's flames could be sprayed at him, he managed to flip over to the platform below.

"Bang!"

Quirrell fell heavily to the ground like a sack full of potatoes.

I looked up.

What comes into view is another door painted on.

Instinctively, Quirrell realized that this was the exit of the ancient city.

An exit is located on the outer perimeter of the building; in fact, you can fly directly up from the outside to pass through.

There's no need to endure the torment of traveling 360 miles.

Haha, haha... hahahahaha!

Quirrell laughed, laughed like a madman, his shoulders trembled, and veins bulged like earthworms.

That son of a bitch. He'll definitely tear that designer to pieces. Torture him with the Crucifixion Curse every single moment.

Quirrell's eyes were like poison as he stepped forward.

next second.

But then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A massive outbreak of toxins.

"No...no!"

Quirrell screamed in terror and scrambled desperately toward the door.

He's come this far, how can he just die right before the exit?!

He would definitely become a vengeful spirit, wandering this place day and night, unable to find release.

but.

Now that things have come to this, where can we find an antidote? A suggestion suddenly emerged:

Congratulations! Brave challenger, you have reached the final hurdle!

Quirrell: ?

He suddenly felt a very ominous premonition!

[It is believed that most challengers who have reached this level are already poisoned.]

But don't worry! I've thoughtfully prepared an antidote to help you get through this difficult time.

[Please answer the question:]

There are two stones in front of you.

[A piece of dung bezoar, taken from a sheep's stomach, which can detoxify most toxins.]

The other piece is, literally, a "dung stone".

Use your experience to choose the correct one!

[P.S. If you haven't gotten poisoned by now, congratulations! You can take home a 13-gallon dung stone!]

Quirrell looked behind the admonition at two dark brown stones that looked almost identical.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, two lines of clear tears streamed down her face.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!!

With his vision and consciousness blurred, how could he possibly distinguish which piece was the real "dung beetle"?!

Did the designer eat mushrooms?!

What kind of childhood experiences did he have to be able to conceive such a comprehensive history?!

【Wait! You idiot! What are you doing?!】

[Put that thing down, let me tell—no—* Ughhhhhh!!!*

A piece of dung stone torments two "people".

It's safe to say that it offers excellent value for money.

In just five minutes, Quirrell experienced all the flavors of life—the sweet, the sour, the bitter, and the pungent—and felt as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment.

He wiped his mouth and got up with a remarkably calm demeanor.

They successfully pushed open the door that had been painted on in front of them.

We'll get the magic stone soon.

Now, I'm no longer surprised by anything that happens behind the door.

As Quirrell thought this, a faint golden light emanated from his round face—or perhaps it was the light reflected from the dragon flames.

After entering the gates of Chilomi, I left the ancient city of Sein, a place worthy of being recorded in history, and entered the last room.

There was already someone in there—not Harry, and not even Dumbledore.

It's Ethan Vincent.

The terrifying figure that Quirrell longed for and dreamt of was standing before a magnificent mirror.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned around.

"Congratulations, Professor Quirrell."

Ethan smiled.

Her cobalt blue eyes gazed at him with a clean and pure look, full of smiles.

"Looks like you've passed the challenge I designed. How was it? Wasn't the final pile of dung the finishing touch?"

With a whoosh.

Quirrell felt like he couldn't hear anything anymore.

All that sudden enlightenment and peace vanished in an instant.

In my mind, there was only one word—

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

With a bang, a dazzling green light shot out from the tip of Quirrell's staff, more powerful than any spell he had ever cast before.

There are no techniques involved, only emotions.

"call!"

This deadly curse was deflected by the teleportation portal that Ethan had prepared in advance.

"You seem really excited! Is it really that fun? I'm almost embarrassed!"

"Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra, Avada Kedavra!!"

One after another, beams of green light shot out.

Quirrell's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs bulged out of his rage!

I'm going to finely chop you into minced meat.

Ethan raised an eyebrow and murmured:

"It's a bit noisy."

Ethan flicked the tip of his staff lightly.

Quirrell was lifted up as if by an invisible giant hand!

He slammed into the wall with a thud, bounced back, rolled twice on the ground, and convulsed.

It's quiet now.

"Phew," Ethan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly, "That's more like politeness."

Ethan walked over and kicked Quirrell so that he was facing away from him.

Looking down at the disgusting, noseless monster, he feigned surprise and said:

"Voldemort? It's been over ten years, and you've gotten so lame?"

【******】

Ethan couldn't understand what Voldemort was yelling.

Perhaps she was saying hello to him.

Ethan thought for a moment, then waved his wand, turning the scattered stones on the ground into ropes that firmly bound Quirrell.

"Actually, I should cut off your tongue so you can't chant spells anymore..."

.

Amidst Quirrell's terrified sobs, Ethan murmured to himself:

"However, our main character will be arriving soon, so let's avoid any uncomfortable situations."

"After all, the first one was a children's book~"

Ethan smiled, bent down, and struggled to find eyes on the noseless monster's blood-soaked face—but to no avail.

So I gave up.

He pulled out the leather bag containing all his paintings and said excitedly:

"Before we hand you over for payment, let's discuss some great and wondrous art!"

"Ugh, ugh—ugh ugh ugh!"

Tortured screams echoed in the secluded, forbidden chamber, unknown to anyone.

Gryffindor dormitory.

"what!"

Harry was jolted awake from his nightmare.

He sprang up, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat.

He dreamed of that green light!