Watching the figures of the two disappear into the sea of fire, Ivan opened his mouth to stop it.

Because if you want to go back, you have to go through those rampaging chess pieces, and it is not easy for the four of them to get all the way, let alone only Hermione and Ron.

However, staying here does not mean that they are absolutely safe, if he and Harry win, it is fine, but if they lose, they will not be able to escape from Quirrell and Voldemort in this closed space.

"Let's go." Ivan sighed, he still had to worry about himself first.

Harry nodded solemnly and poured the small bottle of potion down, looking like he was about to die, but with Ivan by his side, Harry was still somewhat confident compared to the original book.

However, Harry soon noticed that Ivan beside him was muttering some strange spell, and with the tap of his wand, the figure quickly disappeared in front of him.

On the empty platform, except for the tongues of fire rising everywhere, he was the only one left.

"Ivan? Are you still there? Harry suddenly panicked...

"I used the Transfiguration Charm, which has the same effect as your Invisibility Cloak, and it's right next to you." Ivan's voice rang in his ears.

Harry calmed down a little at this time, although the inability to see Ivan made him inexplicably a little weak, but Harry did not let Ivan exit this state and accompanied him in.

In this way, they can have more chances of winning.

Even if he was to be used as bait, Harry didn't have any opinion, because in his opinion, Ivan was different from himself, and he didn't have to face the responsibilities and obligations of the Dark Lord, but was involved in him.

Before stepping into the black flames, Ivan spoke again, as if he had thought of something.

"Once you're inside, don't panic about what you see, don't get into a conflict right away, try to get close to Quirrell or Voldemort, and then limit his movements, grab his hand, or use your hand to cover his face, preferably not giving Quirrell a chance to pull out his wand."

Harry was confused, he knew how to restrict his movements, what was the operation of using his hands to cover his face?

Obscuring the view?

Harry couldn't figure it out, but he agreed outright, he wouldn't feel like some old-fashioned wizards who didn't use magic to fight would compromise their status as a wizard.

Anyway, it's over...

Ivan also relented a little, as long as Voldemort still wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone, he should not immediately do anything to Harry, and once Harry was allowed to enter, they would win.

"Redeem the experience card...", Ivan opened his mouth and read silently.

[Ding, redeemed, deduct 100 GPAs...]

As the prompt sounded, Ivan's brain speed increased rapidly, and all kinds of senses seemed to be much more sensitive.

The opponent is Voldemort, and Ivan does not dare to relax at all, and tries to raise his condition to the limit as much as possible.

A few steps forward and into the envelope of black flames, a scorching tongue of fire rushed to the face, this strange flame remained extremely hot without any attachments.

Fortunately, the effect of the fireproof agent is good, and a thin curtain of water automatically emerges around the body, blocking the flame tongue and high temperature.

Further on, there was a large room, surrounded by twelve large pillars, and in the center was a large mirror, in front of which a wizard dressed in a black robe and hooded to cover himself was standing with his back to them.

Perhaps hearing movement behind him, the black-robed figure gradually turned around, Harry's eyes widened, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

Ivan almost couldn't even maintain the Illusion Charm...

What kind of face is that?

The face was full of pitted marks of being burned by fire, there was not a good skin from top to bottom, and the white bones on the forehead were clearly visible.

The two eyes have lost the protection of their eyelids and are directly exposed, and the most bizarre thing is that this burnt face seems to overlap with another illusory snake face, and only the grotesque is enough to describe.

Ivan swallowed with difficulty, although he had long guessed that Quirrell and Voldemort would not be able to be unharmed by the attack of him and Nobber, but he also did not expect Quirrell to be so seriously injured, and he would still be alive after being injured like this....

"Harry. . . Porter! A low, hoarse voice came from Quirrell's burnt mouth, a mixture of anger, surprise, and surprise...

"You're Quirrell? Or Voldemort? How did your body become like this? Although Harry's heart was extremely frightened, he quickly calmed down, and according to Ivan's previous prompts, he approached Voldemort step by step.

"Why, you ask?" Voldemort's already fluctuating emotions grew even angrier.

It's not Quirrell's piece of shit!

It took so much effort to deal with a unicorn, so he didn't drink his blood, but was hit by a fire dragon flying from nowhere.

Originally, this attack was barely blocked by his forcible shot, but the fall was enough to choke, but the key is that before he could recover his strength, the hiding place was ignited by someone with a large-scale fire spell, which was also mixed with several hot dragon breaths!

Quirrell, the idiot, was knocked unconscious so much that his wand was temporarily out of his hands, and if he hadn't taken over the control of this body completely, he forcibly cast a wave of spells without a wand, and then retrieved his wand and fled in time, this body would have been burned into charcoal.

What made him even more angry was that he hadn't seen what the attackers looked like all the time, and dared to use the Fire Charm on a large scale in a place like the Forbidden Forest, even in his Death Eater army, there weren't many such mad wizards...

For Quirrell, Voldemort had completely lost patience, and after using dark magic to roughly repair the broken body, he suppressed Quirrell's own consciousness.

Although this state will not last for a few days, as long as he can successfully obtain the Philosopher's Stone, he will get everything he lost back!

Now the key to breaking through Dumbledore's magic was right in front of his eyes, and Voldemort couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart.

Harry had already closed his mouth at this time, he already knew that the person in front of him was probably not Quirrell, but Voldemort, although he was afraid, but he still shook his legs and slowly approached the other party according to the original plan.

"Yes, come here, that's it... It was a pleasant surprise to meet. Voldemort looked at Harry with eagerness, but his face darkened as if he sensed something.

"But before that, it's better to get rid of some of the bed bugs that have crept in..."

Harry's face changed, and Ivan swooped down on the stone pillar bunker as he heard this....