Even though Voldemort had instinctively dispelled the ropes created by Transfiguration, his body was still yanked toward Rhine by that brute force.
Meanwhile, Rhine had already swung the Ancient Staff, its whooshing arc cutting through the air!
In an instant, Quirrell suddenly felt control being returned to him.
Alarmed, he cried out inwardly.
"Master?"
But all Quirrell heard by his ear was Voldemort's low mutter.
"Something seems to have gone wrong with the magic. Handle it yourself..."
Quirrell's mouth fell open.
Huh?
You're making me handle this myself?
How am I supposed to handle it?
Fortunately, Quirrell's confusion did not last long, because in the next second, the Ancient Staff smashed into his face.
His vision went black, and he collapsed headfirst onto the ground.
At that moment, the classroom was completely silent as shocked gazes fell upon Rhine.
"Rhine, you..."
"You beat a professor?!"
The young wizards who had just been thoroughly dealt with by Quirrell looked at Rhine as if he were a god.
They knew he was strong, but they had no idea he was this strong!
Rhine merely shook his head.
"Professor Quirrell was going easy on me."
That was not exactly false modesty.
From beginning to end, neither Quirrell nor Voldemort had used any Dark Magic.
Otherwise, given the strength Rhine had just displayed, defeating them would not have been so easy.
But the young wizards did not care about that.
The fact was that Rhine was standing while Quirrell was unconscious!
Ron's eyes shone as he looked at Rhine with longing.
"Rhine, what was that spell just now? Can we learn it?"
The other young wizards also turned eager gazes toward him.
That flame-controlling magic had been unbelievably cool. Who would not want to learn it?
Rhine smiled.
"You can learn that spell, but