After one exchange, Quirrell let out a strange laugh, the sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard, sharp and harsh.
"Didn't expect this, did you? Although my new arm isn't as good as my original one, it was cultivated bit by bit using Dark Magic. It has greatly increased my strength, and you are no longer a match for me."
He shouted arrogantly while waving the arm spawned by Dark Magic, filling the air with an evil aura.
Chapter 151