As a third-rate traveler, William has not filed a case with the Time and Space Authority, and is an illegal smuggler.

What kind of system, the plot is understood, he doesn't have it all, such a miserable traverser is simply a shame for the majority of seniors.

However, William knew that Harry had defeated Voldemort.

Otherwise, could it be the boss who killed the protagonist?

But judging by William's current observations, he doesn't think Harry can defeat Voldemort.

Talent, mentality, wisdom...... There is no qualification, and the only thing that is commendable is probably courage.

Of course, Harry was still young, and Dumbledore was clearly nurturing him.

Previously, William thought that Dumbledore had set up a forbidden area just to fish and lure out the mastermind.

Now it seems that Dumbledore's goal has always been Harry.

He was cultivating Harry's courage.

Dumbledore was probably in the shadows at this time.

If it weren't for Voldemort's sudden presence at Quidditch and a basilisk to kill the headmaster and lure him away, Harry wouldn't have died.

It can only be said that Dumbledore also played a little away, making the situation beyond his imagination.

Or is it true?

Ravenclaw's ring is Dumbledore's last hole card, so he will be so careless, let the situation fall apart so far, and hone another wave of William by the way?

Kill two birds with one stone?

If that were the case, Dumbledore would be terrible.

Sure enough, when people get old, they become fine.

However, William didn't know if Harry had exercised it, and the whole process of breaking through the level was more like Hermione with full-level equipment and still hanging up, with two budding mixed experiences.

Harry didn't even make a difference, like a minion.

For example, in the level of Lou Wei, Hermione sang a lullaby, and Lu Wei fell asleep.

After opening the trap panel, Harry tried to jump straight in, but was stopped by Hermione.

She knew that there was no devil's net below, and jumping directly was no different from committing suicide.

Hermione pulled out a bundle of long rope from the ring where the Traceless Spell had been cast, and wrapped it around Louwe's neck.

The three of them descended the rope to the bottom.

They quickly made their way to the room full of keys, and Harry found several broomsticks in the corner.

Harry was about to ride his broomstick to grab the key, but Hermione stopped him.

"No, William has cast a fire spell and a copy spell on the key, and you will die if you touch them."

Hermione was a witch who had read the cheats, and she wouldn't make Quirrell's mistakes.

"How can that be?" Ron worried. "We can't open the door."

"It's okay, I've got the key here."

Hermione pulled an antique key out of her pocket.

"Where did you get the key?" Harry was taken aback.

"The first time I came to break through, William got this key, I put it in my pocket at the time, and I forgot to put it back."

Hermione opened the room with the key, and the three of them made their way to the next level without any danger.

At this level, Ron was so powerful that he won Professor McGonagall's wizarding chess, but he himself was knocked unconscious by the White Queen and dragged into a corner where no one was.

Harry and Hermione continued to walk towards the next level.

The room where the trolls were placed, and when the trolls were killed by Quirrell at the end of Christmas, there was only a pool of congealed blood on the ground, and they made it to the final level unharmed.

The two of them crossed the threshold, and a burst of flames rose from behind them, and black flames burst out from the doorway leading to the front.

Hermione walked over to the table, picked up the parchment, and read it.

"Hermione, can you untie it?" Harry had become accustomed to asking Hermione.

Little Zhuge Hermione just glanced at it a few times, then put down the parchment and said, "Reasoning is more troublesome, it's not the key.

This riddle is not the original one, but written by William, and I don't know if Professor Snape knows the correct answer. ”

Hermione thought for two seconds, but still shook her head: "Don't take any chances, if Professor Snape gets the answer wrong and we drink the potion, won't we die here?" ”

Harry habitually asked, "What then?" ”

"It's okay." Hermione smirked and pulled a potion from the ring.

"William made it himself, and he gave me a bottle." Hermione said.

What else could Harry say at this time but envy?

Hermione wanted to go in with Harry, but Harry stopped her.

Harry asked Hermione to write a letter to Dumbledore to come to the rescue, and then make it to the final level alone.

William watched from the sidelines, and Harry showed a unique courage as Dumbledore had hoped.

In that regard, it is worthy of a Gryffindor, and the only thing that deserves praise about his whole process.

William followed Harry into the Devil's Flame.

This time it was no longer the principal's office, but a large empty room.

William drank the enhancer and used the Illusion Charm and the Occlumency Spell to prevent the Dark Lord from spotting him as long as he didn't stare into the eyes.

However, there was no Dark Lord in the room, only Quirrell's soul, floating in front of a large mirror.

Quirrell turned his head, and William's pupils shrank.

It was obviously Quirrell's body, but his face seemed to have been scraped off by someone, and he had a miserable white face.

There were red eyes embedded in his face, and his nose was a cracked slit, like a snake.

Voldemort took possession of Quirrell's body, and his state was extraordinarily special, no longer a ghost, but more like Peeves.

Peeves is different from ordinary ghosts, and his most distinctive feature is his ability to touch entities.

Apparently, Voldemort regained his body, even if it was different from his physical body.

Voldemort waved his arm, and Harry floated to the mirror.

"How?" He snapped, "What do you see?" ”

Harry plucked up his courage. "I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore, I- I won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

"Lying, Potter, you're lying." Voldemort laughed worse than he cried.

"No one can lie in front of the great Voldemort."

"Harry Potter ......," he whispered.

Harry tried to step back, but his legs wouldn't listen.

"Look what I've become!" Voldemort sneered, "Only shadows and vapors remain...... Even if there is a body now, it is short-lived.

But if you're lucky and want to wait for Dumbledore, save it.

I wrote a fake letter and tricked him into going to the Ministry of Magic. Of course, Dumbledore was so clever that he might have seen through my scheme.

So, I left him a big treasure in Quidditch.

He doesn't care about you, he cares more about hundreds of students than your life...... Hurry up and give me the Philosopher's Stone in your pocket. ”

Harry's leg suddenly felt again. He staggered back.

Voldemort laughed, raised his wand, and said viciously, "You'd better save your own life and take refuge in me...... Otherwise, you will end up with the same fate as your parents...... Before they died, they begged me to spare their lives......"

"Lie!" Harry shouted violently.

He suddenly took the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket, threw it in his mouth, and swallowed it in his stomach.

"No!" Voldemort was furious, and he raised Quirrell's wand, and a green glow fell on Harry.

Voldemort crouched down impatiently, ready to dig the Philosopher's Stone out of Harry's stomach.

But Quirrell's hands touched Harry's corpse, and he retracted his hands as if they had been burned by the flames.

Quirrell's body seemed to be in great pain, and his face was constantly changing between Voldemort's and Quirrell's appearances, which was very strange.

A high-pitched roar emanated from within the body, as if it reached the depths of the soul.

Voldemort spewed out a mouthful of blood, got to his knees, covered his mouth with his hands, and dripped blood between his fingers.

Quirrell has become a ghost, where does his blood come from, it's Voldemort's own blood!

He broke away from Quirrell and transformed into a baby-like body again, turning and fleeing outside.

As Voldemort left, Quirrell's eyes oozed black blood, and his ghostly body suddenly exploded to pieces, turning into a streamer and disappearing into the room.

William sighed and turned to leave.

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(Thanks to the "From the Beginning" big guy for the tip.) ）

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