Sudden Change in Art Style

After shouting wildly, Voldemort raised the Long Whip, just like the original Quirrell, and whipped fiercely at Snape and the others, simultaneously injecting magic power into it, causing it to be covered in blazing flames and extend sharply.

After gaining control of Quirrell's body, Voldemort truly understood what true power was. The magic power within him was almost inexhaustible, and he was exceptionally attuned to flame magic. The smoothness with which he could mobilize his magic power made him groan with comfort.

The blazing Long Whip slashed fiercely towards Harry and the others. Snape, who was at the forefront, saw that they could not possibly evade it and could only muster his courage to extend his wand.

"Vanishment!"

Snape had seen Quirrell use this incantation to block Voldemort's attack before, so he imitated it now.

Golden magical light filled the space where the five of them were, successfully pushing back Voldemort's attack. However, Snape did not feel relieved by this.

A high-level counter-curse like "Vanishment" consumed a considerable amount of magic power and placed a great burden on the body. In his current state, having just gone through a defensive battle, he could not use it more than a few times.

Yet, Voldemort on the opposite side wielded the whip with great composure, lashing out whip after whip while laughing wildly. Clearly, this kind of condescending slaughter gave him an endless sense of pleasure.

"Damn it! Anduin, you bastard, you're going to get me killed this time!"

Snape struggled to maintain the spell, cursing Anduin under his breath. If it weren't for him, these young wizards wouldn't have gotten into such trouble.

"Talking badly about others behind their backs is not a good habit!"

Just as Snape and the others were in a desperate situation under Voldemort's attack, a familiar