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Looking at Harry and Hermione who were clicking with full firepower and with weird smiles on their faces, Remy felt that today was really amazing.

I thought it was a boring dungeon with low-level players to speed through. First, I accidentally bumped into Quirrell, and now I actually took Harry and the others to use guns against Quirrell.

I thought it would be a tough battle, but I didn't expect that Voldemort actually ordered Quirrell to stop because of his taunt, and stopped in the middle of the hall to resist.

"Voldemort's mind is definitely filled with water. Isn't this too extreme to be deceived?"

"But... the more extreme the better! Just use it as a target for me to test the power of firearms against wizards in actual combat!"

A flash of light flashed in Remy's eyes, and he took out a tripod and a camera from his pocket.

Pointing the camera at Voldemort in the middle of the hall and turning it on to shoot, Remy walked over to Harry who was in high spirits.

Without disturbing the three people who were enjoying themselves, Remy knelt down and used alchemy to create several sandbags and built a tactical stronghold in front of the three people.

Immediately afterwards, Remy took out a lot of parts for assembly, and soon assembled a classic Maxim heavy machine gun with a bracket.

click~

After loading the ammunition chain, Remy patted the Maxim heavy machine gun.

"Ron, come and try this big guy." Remy said.

"okay!"

Ron agreed immediately. He had been ready to make a move when Remy was assembling it, so naturally he wouldn't be polite now.

Ron, who had been watching Harry and Hermione play for a long time, immediately pointed at Quirrell in the hall and pulled the trigger after Remy finished instructing him on the essentials of the operation. Following a burst of violent gunfire, dense bullets poured out like a violent rain. On Quirrell's protective shield.

One second, two seconds, three...

click~

In less than three seconds, the protective shield that was full of damage was torn apart, and Quirrell hurriedly escaped.

"Oh, I thought bullets were completely ineffective against magic shields, but it turns out they can be broken!" Remy narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Before Quirrell could escape far, a hoarse voice sounded from him.

"Asshole! Who told you to run?! Go back! Defeat them head-on! Kill them!"

"Master...Master, that gun is too powerful, I..."

"Shut up! That's just Muggle rubbish! What's there to be afraid of? Go back!"

"It's nothing to be afraid of...but it's so scary!"

After replying, Quirrell continued to move around in the hall to avoid attacks without looking back.

"Asshole! I told you to go back! Didn't you hear me?"

"Are you going to betray me?!"

"You're still running, aren't you? That's good! I'll do it myself!"

"what!!!!"

Quirrell, who was fleeing, suddenly let out bursts of screams, and his body was wrapped in black air. The screams were so fierce that the three little ones stopped pulling the trigger.

But Remy was not intimidated.

Now it is obvious that the boss is about to transform into the second stage. Reality is not a game, and it does not have the time to transform into invincible. If you don't attack now, why wait?

He took out his favorite family gun, raised it, aimed it, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

boom!

Quirrell's turban exploded instantly, revealing his shiny head and another face on the back of his head.

His arm suddenly rotated in a weird anti-joint manner and covered the face behind his head.

"Ah!!!! My nose! Nose!!!"

Remy: ⊙_⊙

What's the situation?

hit?

This idiot doesn't even know how to hide, doesn't he even defend himself?

Do you think you can't die because of the Horcrux, so you're overconfident?

Blinking, Remy did not hesitate and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

boom!

A dazzling green light instantly emitted from the wand in Quirrell's hand, disintegrating the bullet in just a moment, and continued to rush towards Remy without losing force.

boom!

Bang!

The Barrett sniper rifle that Remy stood in front of was instantly shattered, and Remy himself was hit against the wall by the huge force.

Although he was not injured, Remy's face looked very ugly.

"What the hell! Little Yakuza! I remember I said, don't point the green light at me! I hate green light!"

"What the hell! I also said, don't call me Yakuza! I am the Dark Lord! The Dark Lord Voldemort!"

"Avada eats a big melon!"

"Passed out!"

He raised his wand and pushed it forward hard. A white light that was ten times larger than Voldemort's green light emerged from Remy's wand, and the two collided instantly.

Despite the huge difference in size, the two light beams briefly fell into a stalemate after they collided!

Countless bolts of lightning-like energy appeared, and Voldemort looked at Remy in shock with wide eyes.

He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that Remy could actually wrestle with him, and he still used such crude and low-level magic as he fainted!

"Mad, I originally wanted to save you some face and defeat you without using magic, but you are so shameless, little brat!"

With a loud shout, Remy held the wand and advanced step by step as if holding a gun.

Voldemort recovered from the shock. He slowly lowered the hand covering his face to reveal the sunken nose on his face. His face was terrifyingly dark.

Call him a bastard again!

And he said it so casually, and what was even more disgusting was that he seemed to be thinking about him after what he said.

Could it be that defeating him with a Muggle weapon was just to save his face?

Let alone defeating him with Muggle weapons, even being injured would be a great humiliation for him!

but……

He has been injured!

"I will definitely kill you today! Even if... I will kill you!"

Raising his hand and raising his wand slightly, Voldemort stared at Remy, and then... waved it hard.

"Avada eats a big melon!!!"

boom!

The green light, which originally seemed very small compared to the white light, suddenly surged from less than one-fifth of the white light to one-third of the white light.

呲~~~

Bang!

Remi, who was pushed back a lot, stamped his feet hard to steady himself.

"Hmph! Compete with me for magical power? Do you have the capital?!"

With a cold snort, Remy held the wand tightly with both hands and pushed forward with the wand again.

One step, two steps, three steps...

With every step he took, the color of the white light changed, gradually turning into a light sky blue.

Continuing to push forward, when Remy walked a third of the way, the white light had completely turned into sky blue and began to transform towards purple.

Voldemort stared at Remy, his eyes still filled with shock at first, but then completely filled with murderous intent and...greed.

He wants to kill Remy, and even more, he wants to get Remy's... power!

Ten steps, fifteen steps, twenty steps...

Remy got closer to Voldemort little by little. When he was less than two meters away from Voldemort, not only did the color of his wand change to purple, but the wand and his body were all purple. Magic lightning.

Even the eyes are filled with purple thunderstorms!

Their eyes met for a moment. Suddenly, Remy raised his wand and let Voldemort's death curse hit him.

At the same time, Remy swung his wand vigorously.

"You! Give! Me! Faint! Faint! Fall! To the ground!"

Bang! ! !

boom! ! ! ! ! !