Harry Potter And The Lord Of Darkness - Chapter 31

Arth let out a groan. “Why the hell is Quirrell so powerful?”

“Cause he is a teacher at a magic school? Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t just hire a complete weakling as a teach right? Plus he has the second strongest wizard possessing the back of his head.”

“You right, makes sense that he is kinda strong.”

During the time when Quirrell was controlling fire to chase them, his turban caught on fire forcing Quirrell to take it off. What lay beneath was a horrible sight.

Arth looked behind the pillar and let out a whistle. “I have to say Harry, that double sided face head is definitely not a fashion statement. I liked him better with the turban on.”

“KINGSCROWN, IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I SHALL TEAR OUT YOUR LIVER AND FEED IT TO THE TROLLS!”

“Can you stop agitating him Arthur? It’s not making things easier for us.”

“But he is the one trying to kill us. OI QUIRRELL! TROLLS DONT EAT LIVERS, THEY PEFER TO EAT THEIR MEALS WHOLE! GET IT RIGHT NEXT TIME!”

Arth let out a satisfied grin as an inhumane scream sounded out from behind the pillar. The only problem was that the temperature was getting a little too hot.

Arth gave Harry a sideways glance. “So do you have any plans?”

Harry shook his head in dismay. “Nope. How the hell could I fight against him? I can barely transfigure a spoon.”

“We can make objects fly towards him I guess?”

“What good would that do- RUN!”

Arth and Harry dived behind another pillar as the pillars that they were hiding behind him exploded into smithereens.

“CORVUS! GET A TEACHER FOR ME! PREFERABLY PROFESSOR SNAPE, PROFESSOR FLITWICK, OR MCGONAGALL!”

There was a peep as Corvus popped in and out of the chamber. Harry let out a yell.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU PREFER SNAPE AND PROFESSOR FLITWICK?”

“SNAPE LOOKS HELLA SCARY SO I THINK HE IS STRONG! AND FLITWICK USED TO BE A DUELING CHAMPION WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER!”

“REALLY? I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!”

“I KNOW! ITS PRETTY INTERESTING! I READ IT IN AN OLD NEWSPAPER!”

Arth came out from behind the pillar and pointed his wand towards Quirrell.

“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ARTHUR!”

“I’M THROWING SPELLS AT HIM! WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE?”

“AT LEAST USE A SOMEWHAT USEFUL SPELL AT HIM!”

“I’M A FREAKING FIRST YEAR! THEY DONT NECESSARILY TEACH KIDS OUT AGE HOW TO KILL OTHERS! DO YOU WANT ME TO ALOHOMORA HIM OR SOMETHING?”

“JUST DON’T USE WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”

Arth jumped out of his pillar again and pointed his wand towards Quirrell.

“ALOHOMORA!”

The belt buckle holding together Quirrell’s pants unpatched itself as his pants fell to the floor. Arth was met with a spectacle that looked worse than the double sided face.

“KINGSCROWN!”

“OH MY GOD HARRY! MY EYES! MY BLOODY EYES! ITS SO TINY AND DISGUSTING!”

“WHAT DID YOU DO!”

Stunned by the sight before him, Arth forgot for a moment that he was out in the open and the whole una.d.u.l.terated wrath of Quirrell showered upon him.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Arth fell to the floor as stiff as a board unable to move an inch. A heavily panting Quirrell with a borderline insane smile came upon him with intense joy. The one thing Arth was glad about in this situation was that Quirrell had put his pants back on. However, Quirrell’s expression was slightly concerning.

“Finite Capute.”

Arth’s face miraculously recovered their functions and he was able to talk once more.

“…. this isn’t good. When the villain heals their enemy-”

“I’m going to enjoy listening to your screams of pain and horror Kingscrown. Ooh, I am going To enjoy it.”

“-it doesn’t lead to pleasant results. HELP ME HARRY!”

“HOW?”

“CRUCIO!”

Arth went completely numb. His brain stopped working and he felt as though he was flying through the air. He didn’t even realize that he was screaming as if he was being tortured to death.

He heard faint voices far away in the distance and he recognized one of them as Quirrell’s. They sounded very muddled however.

“Scream for me more Kingscrown! I shall enjoy torturing you to your inevitable death!”

“You fool, get the stone! Get the stone for me!”

“After this master, I promise.”

“Hah…. Hah…. hello mister Dark Lord-”

“Crucio.”

“ARTHUR!”

His vision started to slowly go black and Arth was losing his sense of reason. Just as he felt as though he was going to break, he saw a shadowy figure run towards him.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

“ARGH!”

From the corner of his eyes, Arth saw Harry run towards Quirrell and grab him in the face. In retaliation, Quirrell grabbed Harry’s face with a murderous expression.

“Let go of me Potter. I shall deal with you later, my priority is Kingscrown at the moment-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Quirrell and Harry both let out a simultaneous scream. When they both let go each other, Arth say that Quirrell has blisters on his face and hand, directly where he was touching Harry.

“YOU SON OF A B-”

Quirrell made another grasp towards Harry, who did the same, and another bout of screaming occurred.

Arth attempted to raise his wand towards Quirrell, however, he was too weak and his vision started fading quickly. The last thing he saw was Harry and Quirrell collapsing on each other.