"Avada suo!"

A green light struck Ivan's original position, and a low, hoarse voice resounded in the hall.

With excellent dynamic vision, Ivan had already made dodging movements before Voldemort waved his wand.

I don't know if it's because of the fusion of blood, Ivan feels that his physical strength and various physical qualities have increased to a certain extent, and his body seems to be much lighter.

Voldemort, possessed by Quirrell, waved his wand in disappointment and was about to cast the spell again, but just then, Harry was already rushing towards his position.

"Get out of here!" Voldemort, who was already unrecognizable and couldn't find a piece of good meat on his body, kicked Harry out of the way.

If he was in good shape, Voldemort might still be in the mood to play with the two little wizards in front of him and admire their desperate expressions, but now that this body is suffering from severe pain all the time, he has no patience.

Harry, who had been hit hard, lay on the ground and almost threw up his lunch, clutching his stomach and trying to get up, vaguely seemed to see Voldemort in the mirror of Eris, the other himself was lying on the ground and winked at him, putting a stone-like irregular object into the pocket of the wizard's robe.

Harry sensed what seemed to be an extra hard thing in the pocket of his wizard's robe, and guessed what it was, but didn't have time to check it, for he had already seen Voldemort raise his wand and aim it at him.

"The flames are blazing!" At the critical moment, Ivan, who had recovered his strength, released a fire spell on Voldemort,

Tongues of fire rose out of thin air to envelop Voldemort, but Ivan, as the spellcaster, was not happy at all.

With things out of his control, Ivan wasn't sure if he would be able to defeat the in-form Voldemort with his current strength.

The flame spell lasted less than a second, and a large black mist emerged from Voldemort's broken body, extinguishing the rising flames.

Voldemort's face was even more distorted to the extreme, and he spoke angrily.

"The Fire Spell... It turned out to be you! ”

Before, he felt that Ivan's voice seemed to be somewhat familiar, and now he was extremely sure that the little wizard in front of him who didn't look big was the one who harmed him so miserable!

"I said it was an accident that day, would you believe it?" Ivan said weakly.

He was greeted by another green light, and Harry was not having a good time, for the black fog that had spread around Voldemort had been rushing towards him, so fast that he could not escape.

"Ivan, I'll stop him, you run!" Harry gritted his teeth and threw the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket towards Ivan in the distance, then forced himself to his feet and ran towards Voldemort as if he were dead.

He knew that Ivan had just drunk a large amount of fireproof potion, and the effect could last for a long time, and he was the only one among them who could pass through the black flames again, and with Ivan's strength, he would definitely be able to easily pass through the rampaging chessboard, hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore, and prevent Voldemort from resurrecting...

Ivan subconsciously caught the thing Harry had thrown over, and only after he got it did he see that it was the Philosopher's Stone.

When he looked back again, Ivan found that Harry had fainted from the black mist, and Voldemort didn't even have the idea of mending the knife, his hot eyes staring directly at the irregular stone in his hand.

Harry, you're cheating on me!

Ivan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, but the most important combat power actually fainted like this, leaving him alone, how can he fight this battle?

At this moment, the system's reminder sounded...

[Ding, get the Philosopher's Stone, the quest to snatch the Philosopher's Stone has been updated...

Objective: Hold out for 5 minutes or kill Quirrell (Voldemort)

Reward: Knowledge of alchemy

Mission Tip: Your Headmaster Dumbledore is on his way to help, approximately... It takes five minutes...]

"Fuck your uncle's Dumbledore, you'll die if you teleport over to support with shapeshifting!" Ivan finally couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Thinking that he had worked so hard to contribute to the school these days, Dumbledore actually treated him like this, and Ivan said that he really wanted to cry without tears...

Hearing Ivan talk about Dumbledore, Voldemort was also taken aback for a while, and he didn't even bother to snatch the Philosopher's Stone, and looked around in fear.

But then, Voldemort's face darkened, because there was no one else around him.

And if Dumbledore had been around, he would have died...

"It seems that Dumbledore didn't tell you that Hogwarts has been subjected to protective magic, and no one can use shapeshifting here." Voldemort laughed at Ivan's ignorance.

Ivan rolled his eyes, thinking that Voldemort was very naïve and would actually believe Dumbledore's nonsense, no wonder he would be so miserable in the future.

Is that old bee shapeshifting and playing yo-yo good? This kind of displacement magic will be used more than once in Hogwarts in the future, and it will be the kind that teleports with people.

After all, Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and has privileges that no one else has...

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort stretched out his withered and scorched arm, and approached Ivan who was hiding behind cover, and the five fingers on the palm of his hand were only connected to the bones with a thin membrane, which looked disgusting.

The mangled body made it impossible for Voldemort to run, or even to walk quickly.

Ivan shook his head resolutely, and did not reply, he did not think that handing over the Philosopher's Stone Voldemort would let him go.

"The Philosopher's Stone is flying!" Voldemort lost the last of his patience and waved his wand at the Philosopher's Stone in Ivan's hand.

The irregular stone trembled in the palm of Ivan's hand, but to Ivan's surprise, the philosopher's stone trembled twice and then stopped, and did not come out of his hand.

Voldemort didn't expect this either, but then excitement followed, because it showed that the magic of the Philosopher's Stone contained far more than he had imagined, otherwise it would be impossible to resist his flying spell at such a close distance.

So relying on the power of the Philosopher's Stone may really be able to resurrect him!

"A flock of birds!" Ivan didn't miss Voldemort's momentary moment, and with the wave of his wand, the rubble below turned into a flock of birds shooting towards Voldemort.

The flocks of birds were just Ivan's means of restricting Voldemort's movements, followed by a brilliant purple light...

Unfortunately, as wisps of palpitating flames poured out from the top of Voldemort's wand, flocks of birds were all reduced to ashes under the burning fire, and the brilliant purple light was also blocked by the thick black fog around Voldemort....