Casto then passed through a stinking room. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There's a troll in the house. It lay motionless on the floor in front of it, unconscious, with a large, bloody lump on its head.

Castor held his sword, and as he passed it, he glanced strangely at the wound.

His pace slowed.

He hesitated, then picked up his pace again.

Castor walked to the other side of the room and opened the door.

Behind the door was a purple flame. It emitted unimaginably high temperatures, and even the air twisted.

The furnace obscured his vision and the direction in which he was going.

Suddenly, purple flames jumped, and a short figure appeared, panicked.

The brown-haired girl was startled.

"Hermione?" Casto looked at the girl in front of him and slowly lowered his sword.

"Who are you? You're here to stop Snape too? ”

She obviously didn't expect a black-haired boy with a sword on guard.

And he knew her.

"Casto," the boy replied simply, "maybe. ”

"Casto?" Hermione's eyes were blank for a moment, and then she reacted, "You haven't contacted us in six months!" ”

"No......." Before the boy could react, her eyes widened, "You shouldn't be here!" ”

"This is my final exam." Casto finally interrupted her, "Tell me how to pass first." ”

He hadn't found any way to do with crossing the flames. If so, split the flames with a sword? Just kidding.

"I drank the potion."

"Anything else?"

"Nope. I'm sorry you can't get there. Come with me and inform Dumbledore. ”

Hermione stared into his eyes, barely regaining her composure.

After a brief silence, Casto laughed.

"I have to go over now."

"No way!" Hermione's expression became agitated, and she suddenly saw through the boy's thoughts, "I said - you can't get through this fire - Voldemort may be there too-"

"Harry is there too." Casto stared at the flames and said briefly.

"You're going to die!" Hermione exclaimed, spreading her arms to stop him, "You don't even know magic—"

She seemed to remember something, and she was about to draw her wand.

But Casto took the opportunity to take a step.

He stared at the purple flames that were getting closer and closer, feeling the burning heat on his face.

It seems that there is a god of death hidden in the flames, and it is about to embrace the new guest in his arms.

He laughed.

"Just you?"

He rushed into the flames with a scream.

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Quirrell stood dumbfounded in front of the Mirror of Eris, while Harry stood in place with a rope firmly tied to it.

Quirrell lowered his body and cursed.

"I really don't understand...... Could it be that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden in a mirror? Should I break the mirror? ”

Harry's mind was racing.

My greatest wish now is to find the Philosopher's Stone before Quirrell.

And the power of the Mirror of Eris - shows the desire of the human heart.

Perhaps, I can see that I have found the stone - and I can see where it is hidden!

Harry had no time to think about the relationship between the real and the unreal. This is his only chance.

He tried to stealthily move to the left, trying to get in front of the mirror while Quirrell wasn't looking. However, the rope around his ankle was so tight that he tripped and fell to the ground. Quirrell ignored him and was still talking to himself.

"What's going on with this mirror? What exactly does it do? Help me, master!"

Harry was horrified to hear a voice reply, seemingly coming from Quirrell's own body.

"Take advantage of that boy...... Take advantage of that ....... What is it! ”

Harry, lying on the cold ground, also reacted that something was approaching.

Something hot flew over him.

Under the pitch-black dome, it was like a meteor streaked through the black flames.

It slammed into Quirrell's body.

And so, the powerful kinetic energy caused them to roll into a ball, and the blazing black flames slammed into the mirror, which was not shattered.

Harry heard a scream.

"Separate!" An angry voice.

A dark shadow was thrown out of the flames. It rolled on the ground, approached Harry, and came to a halt in front of Harry.

"Hello." Casto greeted easily.

The two of them were lying on the ground together, facing each other, but Casto had a dark face.

But other than that, his burns were not serious.

"Thanks Hermione......"

Casto muttered, groping for something in his arms, then took out the silver dagger and cut through the ropes that bound Harry, and drank a tube of potion that didn't break in the roll.

They struggled to their feet.

"I don't have time to explain, go find the Philosopher's Stone!" Casto turned his back, grabbed his dagger, and rushed back towards the black shadow that was still burning by the mirror.

I don't know where a few ropes jumped, but they were dodged by Casto.

"There are many obstacles!"

He was about to approach the shadow, but he was blocked out of the invisible wall.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

It was as if a fountain appeared out of thin air, and the black water drowned the pitch-black flames, leaving behind a patch of black cloth.

Something stood up in a rage.

Quirrell, no, it's not Quirrell anymore. His body was strangely backed, and where it was originally the back of his head, there was a face. It was a hideous and terrifying face, red eyes that shone brightly, and below it were two snake-like elongated nostrils.

He stared at the other dark-haired boy with disgust.

He was a little embarrassed, because his face was a little burnt yellow like chalk. The turban that had surrounded him was burned, and his whole body was in rags.

What's more, a white sword was stuck in his heart, leaving only the hilt on the back.

"Turn around, and your heart won't run to the other side." Casto quipped as he stood still.

"Boy, you think you can kill me?" The scarlet in his eyes was even more red, and his nostrils twitched, "Even if it's death....... You can't take the undead Voldemort with you! ”

"You're Lord Voldemort?" Castor gasped slightly, "What about that guy just now?" Snape? Taken away by death? ”

Voldemort and Harry's faces were somewhat odd.

But Harry knew what he had to do, and he stood side by side with Castor, taking the opportunity to look in the magical mirror. As if hearing his prayer, he smiled when he saw himself in the mirror, reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, and blinked, put it back in his pocket - just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket.

Harry confirmed, exclaiming.

"I've got the Philosopher's Stone! Let's go—"

"Understood, go and put away the Philosopher's Stone. Don't interfere with me. ”

Castor turned to his side, picked him up, and threw him at the same flame as he came.

A green light tore through the darkness.

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In some dark rooms, Casto and Voldemort confronted each other again.

The windows on the high let in the moonlight, allowing them to observe each other's faces.

"I've memorized some spells," Castor gasped, barely dodging the death curse, "Don't use this spell at the end of the crossbow." ”

He stood firmly in front of Voldemort. The two were only four or five meters apart.

Curiously, Voldemort did not pursue.

"What about you?" He looked at the boy with great interest, like a snake looking at its prey, "How do you feel?" ”

"Much more comfortable than you." Casto's body trembled slightly, and his face remained unchanged.

In fact, Voldemort saw it right.

Castor is in a strange state.

From the moment he entered this room, his body became weak.

When it came time to actually face Voldemort, it was as if the power had suddenly flowed away.

At least the legs that had been running at full strength had lost their strength - he had just wanted to retreat with Harry and use the black fire to drain Voldemort's power - and when he came out, he would slap him again.

So he had to throw Harry out.

"You won't hold on to this body," Voldemort grinned, "even if he can't support it—don't we have a better choice?" ”

Casto struggled to maintain his position, his teeth clenched.

"I don't know what's wrong with you. But....... Your body is perfect, and it would be perfect for me as a weapon......." Voldemort said in admiration, spreading his arms - an indescribably funny gesture because his body was reversed, "Are you willing to throw yourself into the arms of the great, the Dark Lord?" ”

"Do you want to hug the mirror?" Castor raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't care about his ending, "Also, I have quite high requirements for sleep quality." Wouldn't I have to sleep with my face buried in my pillow – so you can get some fresh air at night? ”

Voldemort's eyes narrowed.

"Stop squinting, you can't see clearly, maybe you need a new pair of glasses? How about Harry? I sent him. ”

Voldemort sighed.

"Don't distract me...... So be it, kid. ”

"Goodbye." He said coldly.

A black mist rose from Quirrell's body. It hovered above it, as if it were pulling something, solidifying more and more until the useless shell fell to the ground.

Casto barely turned around and saw what seemed to glow red in the black fire.

But he still moved with all his strength.

The red light was gone.

It chased after him, and then caught up with him.

There seemed to be a long, heart-rending scream, but he felt it was the voice of another world.

He vaguely felt some subtle changes in his body.

"Again."

Casto slammed into the cold ground.