There was one thing Quirrell didn't know, and the man didn't know, but Dumbledore knew. And such a thing is enough to decide the outcome in this situation.

Quirrell grinned and grabbed Harry's neck, who couldn't scream or struggle even though the scar on his forehead hurt so much that it felt like his head was about to split in half.

"Uhh

With a scream, Quirrell suddenly let go of his hand, and he hunched over in pain, looking at his fingers. It was covered with pustules, large and small, as if they had been doused with boiling water, and at this time there were already pustules festering, and the yellow-white pus that flowed out gave off a rancid smell.

While Neville didn't quite understand what had happened to Quirrell, he knew it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as Quirrell's wand had fallen to the ground.

As for whether this was a trap or not, Neville didn't think that much.

Putting Hermione aside, Neville rushed to Quirrell's side, pulling Harry to his side as he lifted his foot and kicked Quirrell's ass.

"Boom!"

The golden shield appeared, shattering, and Quirrell's whole body slammed into the pillar. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", his face was like white paper, and his expression was languishing, like a puppet with a broken thread leaning there motionless.

Although Quirrell looked like a dead dog now, Neville walked over to mend the knife, but it was the first time he had done such a thing, so he didn't know what to do when he walked over.

Quirrell was really miserable right now, not to mention the blisters in his hand, and he was kicked and hit the pillar by Neville without any defense, which caused him to break an unknown number of bones, which was still the result of the protection of the spell.

Looking at Quirrell's appearance, Neville didn't know what to do, theoretically it was a good idea to break all his limbs and remove his jaw, so that he couldn't escape, and he couldn't use magic, but Neville couldn't do it, it was too young to do it.

"Hmm......"

After a moment's thought, Neville untied the rope from Harry's body, tied Quirrell with it, and gagged him with a handkerchief.

During this process, Neville had been wary of Quirrell's possible resistance, but until he had finished a qiē, Quirrell would at most stare at him with resentment.

Unfortunately, Neville's focus wasn't on him, and he untied the rope from Hermione's body, but neither she nor Harry could move due to the petrification charm. It was at this time that Neville noticed that Harry's forehead was covered in sweat, and the scar was red and hot.

"On which page is the spell unraveled?"

Neville pulled out his little notebook, which was almost full, and it was a bit of a hassle to find something in it, but he quickly found what he was looking for.

He waved his wand and tapped it at Harry, chanting a spell in his mouth.

"Stop!"

It seems that Neville's luck was good today, and his first realization, he succeeded. After the petrification spell was lifted, Harry felt like he had been drained of all his strength, and if Neville hadn't held him up, he would have fallen.

"Are you alright?" asked Neville with concern.

"Forehead...... It hurts. ”

Harry covered his forehead with his hands and looked pained, something like this had happened before. Neville secretly asked Mrs. Pomfrey, but without a detailed examination, Mrs. Pomfrey didn't know what caused it, and could only provide some painkillers.

Throwing a few painkillers into Harry's mouth, Neville approached Hermione and lifted the spell on her.

"Oh, thanks. ”

Hermione moved her stiff limbs, she wasn't as weak as Harry, and Neville was relieved that it wasn't his spell that was wrong.

"What do we do now?"

Neville asked, he was fit to be an executor, and now that there were people smarter than him, he just had to follow the smart man's plan.

Hermione thought for a moment and said, "I think Professor McGonagall should be informed first, and at the same time Harry should be sent to Madam Pomfrey for treatment, he is looking terrible right now." She glanced at Quirrell and said to Neville, "There's a potion in his right pocket that will safely pass through the Guò Flame Gate, and that's what he used to let us in." ”

"I see. ”

Neville approached Quirrell and crouched down and fumbled in his right coat pocket, where he found a bottle with half a potion in it.

"Is that it?"

After receiving an affirmative reply, Neville handed the potion to Hermione and watched as she helped Harry out of the place.

Hermione and Harry were gone, and only Quirrell and Neville were left. After about three minutes, Quirrell suddenly twitched violently, writhing on the ground like an earthworm, his expression was terrifying, his eyes and nose began to bleed, and the white handkerchief on his mouth quickly turned red.

"It's ......"

Neville hurried over to Quirrell and pulled out the handkerchief that gagged him. It was as if he had turned on a faucet, and a stream of blood spurted out of Quirrell's mouth, almost squirting onto Neville's face, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and his facial muscles contorted with great pain, like a lot of centipedes swimming under the skin.

"After ...... Behind...... He ......"

Quirrell vomited blood, and he said a few words in fits and starts, but Neville couldn't understand the vague words at all, and could only vaguely hear a few words.

Behind?

He?

Neville subconsciously turned his head to look back, but there was nothing there. Just as he was puzzled, Quirrell's body suddenly stopped twitching, and Neville turned his head, only to find Quirrell's eyes staring at the ceiling, the expression on his face frozen, and his chest no longer heaving.

Quirrell is dead.

It was the first time Neville had witnessed a person's death, and he didn't know why Quirrell died suddenly, or what Quirrell's words meant before he died, but he could feel that Quirrell's death was painful and unwilling.

Putting down Quirrell's corpse, Neville stood up and took a few steps back, he stood there looking at the corpse of the man who had wanted to take his life, but he didn't feel happy at all.

"Why is this happening?"

Neville muttered to himself that he had had many questions, but he was not as desperate as he was to know the answer to a single one.

Above Quirrell's corpse, a wisp of black smoke slowly rose, condensing and turning into a hideous, fierce and ugly face. The face looked like some kind of reptile, he had no pronounced nose, only two elongated nostrils like snakes.

"Waste is waste!"

I don't know how it got there, there were no vocal cords, but Neville could still hear what the face was saying. He looked at the face and realized in his heart that Quirrell's death must have something to do with him.

"You were the one who killed Professor Quirrell. Neville looked at the face and said, "You're Lord Voldemort." ”

As if he hadn't heard Neville's words, the face, that is, Voldemort, said to himself, "Neville Longbottom, I remember the name." The pair of long, narrow eyes full of evil stared at Neville, "I really didn't expect that there would be a monster like you in this world." ”

"I'm not a monster. ”

Neville replied angrily, glancing at Quirrell's corpse, and with a sudden burst of force, he rushed up and punched Voldemort.

At this time, Voldemort had no physical body, it was really like a cloud of smoke, which turned into a wisp of black smoke and escaped around it when Neville attacked, and then condensed and formed again at a height of more than three meters above the ground.

"It's time to say goodbye. Voldemort said, "Harry Potter hasn't gone far, and it looks like today I can accomplish what I didn't accomplish eleven years ago." ”

Neville didn't speak, just jumped up and punched him again.

Voldemort turned into a puff of black smoke again, a strange howl echoing through the room, and the puff of black smoke rushed towards the door. Voldemort was going to flee, or as he put it, to hunt down Harry.

Neville's movements weren't slow at all, and he rushed out after Voldemort, facing the black wall of fire, and he didn't even think about it.

"Whew!"

The moment he rushed inside, Neville understood why the wall of fire was here, small flames from his clothes, and black smoke rising from his head. Fortunately, he quickly rushed out of the range of the wall of fire, and passed through the second wall of fire, rolled on the ground a few times to suppress the flames, and continued to rush in the direction from which he came.

[He was also injured!]

As Voldemort passed the wall of fire, Neville heard a groan of pain that he tried so hard to suppress, and it seemed that Voldemort had been hurt more than Nawei was being hurt by it.

Voldemort was so fast that Neville had barely broken out of the wall of fire before he caught up with Harry and Hermione, who had just passed through the door that Neville had shattered, and they hadn't even noticed that Voldemort had arrived.

At this critical moment, a white light pierced the darkness like an arrow and shot towards Voldemort.

"Since you're here, let's stay!"