live?
Of course!
There was a hint of hope in Quirrell's eyes, a hint of longing that hadn't been there for a long ti.
I have been struggling for so long, just to live.
But...
After being possessed by Voldemort for so long, is it possible to still survive?
He looked at Sebastian with a pleading look on his face, and said tremblingly: "I want to live, save ..."
At this mont, Quirrell's heart seed to be in a fierce tug-of-war, with the desire for life on one side and the fear of Voldemort on the other.
Voldemort's consciousness was like a cold, poisonous snake, constantly moving around in his mind, whispering hisses, trying to seduce and intimidate him, and plunge him into endless despair.
"Are you making laugh, Quirrell?" Voldemort shrieked in a cold, mocking voice.
"Can't you see by now that your disguise has long been seen through!"
"But did they save you? No!"
"Everything here is a trap to lure you in."
"Although Dumbledore didn't show up, that hypocritical guy must be sowhere watching everything here coldly."
"They never thought of saving you!"
Sebastian ignored Voldemort's shouts, looked Quirrell firmly in the eyes and said:
"I am here to save you. Of course, I need your full cooperation."
Hearing this, Quirrell beca a little excited and looked at Sebastian with burning eyes: "What should I do?"
"If you want to be rescued, you must have a firm belief in victory and believe that you can defeat Voldemort."
"Only when you believe in yourself can others help you."
Hearing this, the little light in Quirrell's eyes gradually dimd.
If it were really that simple, would I have ended up like this?
I have long wanted to get rid of this parasitic state, but that's Voldemort!
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What can I use to fight him and defeat him?
It's easier said than done!
Seeing Quirrell's frustrated look, Sebastian sighed inwardly.
This guy is now completely scared and doesn't even have the courage to resist.
How can we win in this state?
If you want to expel Voldemort from Quirrell's body, you must start from the consciousness level.
As for the confrontation on the conscious level, Quirrell himself has to take the lead.
Sebastian took a deep breath and continued to encourage patiently: "Voldemort in his pri, I can understand that you are afraid of him."
"But now, he is no longer the invincible Dark Lord."
"He is so weak that he has to rely on others to survive. There is nothing to be afraid of Voldemort in this state."
"You are not afraid of him now, but the shadow in your mory. You need to face your heart and get rid of the fear of the past."
"You must have the courage to resist and believe that you can defeat him."
After hearing Sebastian's encouraging words, Quirrell's eyes beca less confused and doubtful, and more courageous and resolute.
Sebastian was delighted to see that his words had more or less touched Quirrell, and continued his impassioned speech:
"Are you willing to beco a puppet at his rcy?"
"Are you willing to die in the lies Voldemort has told you?"
"Are you willing to die in this cold and damp room with this half-human, half-ghost thing?"
"Are you willing to never see again the things you once loved?"
"Think about how you loved life in the past!"
"Don't you want to see the rising sun, feel the warm breeze and cool drizzle again?"
Hearing these words, Quirrell's mouth twitched slightly, and ripples appeared in his heart.
Yes, he didn't want to, and wasn't willing to, die like this!
He still has too many unfulfilled dreams, unexplored worlds, and unread books.
He rembered himself who was once full of passion and dreams, a person eager to explore the world and pursue the truth.
He was unwilling to be swallowed by Voldemort's shadow, nor did he want to die in the abyss of despair.
But... hey...
Life is so hard...
Suddenly, Sebastian took out a test paper and placed it in front of Quirrell. The familiar handwriting and the love between the lines made Quirrell feel dazed.
"You already knew how to defeat Voldemort, didn't you?"
This is?
Sothing about the magic of love?
So, if you want to defeat Voldemort, you have to start from this aspect.
A glimr of hope rose in Quirrell's heart.
That's right!
This magic is the only magic that has ever defeated Voldemort!
As long as he used this magic, he would be able to drive Voldemort out of his body.
But, I don't know this magic...
The little fla of hope was extinguished again.
Who can tell what to do?
Just as Quirrell was getting discouraged once again, Sebastian extended his wand and turned himself around, pointing it in the direction of the room's entrance.
Seeing the familiar figure walking in from the door, Quirrell couldn't help but whispered: "Professor Flitwick..."
In a flash, he looked down at the ground in sha. He didn't dare to look Professor Flitwick in the eye, just like a child who had done sothing wrong.
"Quirinus," Professor Flitwick said, standing in front of Kino, his tone full of concern and determination.
"You have always been one of my most valued students. You have always been the pride of our Ravenclaw."
Quirrell was stunned. He slowly raised his head and looked at Flitwick with emotion: "Professor Flitwick..."
He didn't expect that what he was waiting for was not scolding, but the other party's sincere care and encouragent.
"Quirinus, although we Ravenclaws value wisdom the most, we never lack the courage to fight against fate."
"Show your courage and say 'no' to Voldemort!"
Professor Flitwick's words seed to contain endless power, which gradually gave Quirrell courage and his eyes beca firm.
At that mont, he felt that he was not helpless.
With Professor Flitwick here with , I won't have any regrets even if I fail.
Besides, it's death anyway...
Give it a try and there is still hope...
How can you give up so easily when you haven't even tried?
Just like the professor said, Ravenclaw students never lack the courage to fight against fate!
"The ti has co, Quirrell," Sebastian said, noting Quirrell's change of deanor. "Rember everything you love."
"Get ready for the magic of love!"
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