Chapter 001: The Man in the Ice Coffin

"Voldemort!" the young man's deep voice seemed to be threatened, the thorns all over his body were about to explode, he looked at the enemy warningly, the hair on his body was about to explode, he really couldn't think of it, why Quirrell would become Voldemort's carrier, why Quirrell?

He now has a splitting headache, I don't know if it's because of the scar left by Voldemort, or because he suddenly found that although he rushed forward bravely, he didn't have any ability to resist Voldemort when he really faced him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He suddenly and sadly realized that he was so determined to move forward, so convinced that he could guard the Philosopher's Stone, but in reality, it was nothing more than his wishful thinking adventure.

At the end of this game, suddenly there is that legendary boss, the enemy he absolutely can't resist and has no way to do.

Even if this enemy was so weak, even if this enemy still needed to lie on Professor Quirrell's body to survive, it was still not something he could match.

Whether it was Professor Quirrell or Voldemort, both of them had far surpassed him in magic, who had just entered the school for less than a year.

A strong sense of crisis surrounded him.

He couldn't help but growl, showing that he was strong, self-defending, and determined.

"Hahahaha. Harry Potter!Harry Potter!Harry Potter!This is the Harry Potter that almost killed me, it's so ironic. Voldemort was victorious, manipulating Professor Quirrell's body, walking back and forth on the floor.

The room was empty, with only one mirror standing alone in the center of the room, both of them in front of the mirror, Voldemort's sneering voice echoing through the room.

"You're here to show that Dumbledore must have a backhand, right?" Voldemort smiled grimly, and the scene he parasitized on the back of Professor Quirrell's head looked like a horror movie, very terrifying.

"But Dumbledore doesn't know anything, he doesn't know anything!" Voldemort flicked his wand, and the entire mirror shattered into pieces.

But Voldemort didn't care about the only thing that could get the Philosopher's Stone, but looked at Harry Potter with a sneer on his lips.

"Did Dumbledore think my goal was the Philosopher's Stone?" he chuckled.

"No, he doesn't know what my real purpose is, this castle, this room, this place, that's what I want. ”

"Secret room, no, secret realm, this is where that person's body is, I just want that thing!"

Voldemort laughed arrogantly, Dumbledore is not here, no one can stop him!

Voldemort snapped his fingers, and the whole world began to fade away from its disguise as if it had been scorched by flames.

"What kind of place is this......" Harry Potter stared blankly at the secret room that suddenly became another world, and the whole person couldn't react at all.

"Here, this is one of Hogwarts' secret rooms, the oldest rooms, and where the man's body resides. Voldemort explained, walking to the middle of the room.

Harry Potter realized that there was still a coffin standing diagonally in the room, and in the crystal coffin, there was a person lying in the transparent lid.

No, if it's in a coffin, maybe corpse is the most appropriate adjective, right?

Harry Potter watched Voldemort get closer and closer to the coffin, and his expression became more and more smug and arrogant, and in the end, he couldn't help but start explaining his purpose to Harry Potter.

At the pinnacle of life, how can you do without anyone appreciating onlookers?

He didn't care about revealing his secret to Harry Potter: "He is Merlin's apprentice, Curt's teacher who founded the wizarding world, the greatest magician in history, mortals revere him as a sage, but no one in the wizarding world remembers his fame, how ironic." ”

He sneered, he would be feared, feared, feared, and even surrendered by the wizarding world for his kind of person who killed the wizarding world, but this convincing person did not leave a trace in history, in the history of the wizarding world, as if the wizarding world had never appeared.

It's nothing short of a silent realistic mime, ironic and gray.

"But now, this power is mine. Voldemort controlled Professor Quirrell to the crystal coffin, turned his body, turned his body to face him, and looked at the people in the crystal coffin, full of greed and desire.

This is a young man with a handsome face.

So young, not even thirty years old, wrapped in a white silk robe, a long silver-white hair scattered behind his back like a waterfall, on the body, if the sword eyebrows are erected, he must be a handsome and handsome beautiful man, even the eyebrows are silver-white men with slender eyelashes, if it weren't for the straight nose bridge and the face full of edges and corners, I'm afraid Voldemort would have thought he was a woman.

Because he was lying reclining, he looked as if he was sleeping in a crystal coffin, as if it was a long sleep, peaceful and peaceful.

Voldemort slowly poked himself out of Professor Quirrell's head, and Professor Quirrell's face was pained and twisted.

Looking at Voldemort who was slowly about to come into contact with the crystal coffin, Harry Potter didn't know where the courage came from, and the whole person took out the magic stone in his pocket, and used all his strength to throw it at Voldemort in a desperate way.

He doesn't have any resistance at all, he's only been in school for less than 1 year, and he has less than 10 spells, none of which can be used to fight, and Voldemort is the big devil who has been famous for decades, and the three forbidden spells are all familiar with the instinctive guy, how can he fight against such a person?

Harry Potter, who had never thought about this problem before, was sought after by everyone as the [Demon King Terminator], [that person's killer], [the savior who stopped that person] and [the savior of the wizarding world], finally got rid of the pursuit of the fluttering crowd in the past, and began to really look directly and think about this problem.

That is-if he really faced the Dark Lord, how should he fight the other party?

No!zero!zero!0!

That's the answer he gets.

He could only sadly throw out Dumbledore's Philosopher's Stone, trying to physically block Voldemort a little!

Even though Voldemort was focused on the crystal coffin, he still didn't let go of his attention to his living Horcrux, Harry Potter.

Seeing the stone thrown by Harry Potter, he sneered, and instead of taking risks, he took two steps back and dodged this ordinary stone, who knows if this is Dumbledore's backhand?

For the hundred-year-old man who had occupied the throne of the academy for nearly seventy years, he didn't dare to underestimate it in the slightest!

The stone just crossed a graceful arc in the sky under the gaze of the three people at the same time, and then slammed down on the crystal coffin.

Without the slightest pause, the Philosopher's Stone passed through the crystal coffin as if it were through water, and then landed on the man's chest.

The Philosopher's Stone glowed slightly, condensing on the man's chest.

Then, the magic exploded!

Like a lake, like the sea, like a tsunami, the magic suddenly burst out from the crystal coffin.

Voldemort, who had taken two steps back to avoid the Philosopher's Stone, couldn't help but take three steps back again, and after three steps, he felt that it was not safe, so he took three steps back.

It wasn't until he approached Harry Potter that Voldemort felt it was a safe distance.

In this situation, he was going to parasitize on Professor Quirrell's body, which could be regarded as half a waste, and he could easily be killed by Dumbledore in this state.

What is this? Dumbledore's backhand?

What is this tsunami-like magic?

While Voldemort was in doubt beside Harry Potter, the ice coffin began to slowly shatter.

I don't know if it was crystal or glass, one by one, slowly fell from the ice coffin and landed on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Then, with one hand climbing the edge of the ice coffin, he slowly pulled his body out of the ice coffin.

The man who had been sleeping for thousands of years took a step forward.

Appeared in front of Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort's eyes widened, watching the man he wanted to take for himself come out like this, and there was an incredible ho sound in his throat, he was like a rooster with his throat cut, looking at this scene in front of him, it was incomprehensible in any case, a man who had been dead for thousands of years would stand up so alive, stretch like an ordinary person, and then turn his head to "look" at himself.

Harry Potter opened his parched lips to make a sound, but he couldn't get any words out of his already dry throat.

The scene stood still for three seconds.

Then the man in the white silk robe moved, he only raised his hand slightly, and Harry Potter could even see the ripples of the swinging robe.

In just an instant, a laser-like pillar of bright silver light pierced the room, crossed in front of Harry Potter, and struck Voldemort, no, Professor Quirrell to be exact.

Professor Quirrell had a large hole in his chest, and the flesh was gone in an instant, and this time, it wasn't just Voldemort who was making a low hiat.

Professor Quirrell felt the hollow in his chest, and he made a strange sound that Harry Potter would never forget—it was the heart in his chest cavity that had disappeared, and a large part of the lobes of his lungs had disappeared, and he tried to breathe, gasping for breath, but he couldn't get a shred of air anyway, like a bellows that was about to fall apart.

This sound lasted only two or three seconds, and then Professor Quirrell's mouth erupted with a mouthful of blood—the only reason why it didn't come out of his chest was because it was charred and smelled like roasted meat.

Harry Potter just felt a sore throat, as if something was about to squirt out of his throat.

But before it could erupt, he finally saw the thing that dwelt above Professor Quirrell's head and screamed, then swooped out like smoke.

Then he finally gulped out his breakfast and lunch.

After he vomited, he suddenly relaxed, and the whole person fell backwards.

A tall figure caught him, and then he fell into a deep darkness......