It's finally over......

Harry's body leaned forward, and the back of Quirrell's head suddenly collapsed, and he fell forward uncontrollably, falling headlong to the ground.

Quirrell's entire head turned into a pile of stone shards.

"Whew......" Brandi hung his hand weakly, and the Philosopher's Stone and Hermione's wand had fallen to the ground and he didn't have time to pay attention to it—his heart was relieved, and exhaustion flooded into his mind like a tide.

In fact, if Voldemort was a little more vigilant, he could easily see that Brandy was already at the end of his crossbow - hand-to-hand combat with the dragon had almost consumed nine percent of his strength, and what made him even more uncomfortable was Hermione's wand. I don't know if it's because of the punishment or curse brought by breaking his wand, every time Brandi casts a spell, he feels a mental drain - the magic may be easily replenished, but the energy is not.

He had just gambled on Voldemort in the truest sense of the word. Luckily, he won the bet.

Moving to Quirrell's side, Brandi bent down to remove Harry from Quirrell's body. It took almost all of his strength, and he flipped Harry over—revealing the place beneath him that had beneath Quirrell's head. There were shards of fine sand and a pool of black, oil-like liquid.

What is this......

Brandi crouched down in confusion and stared at it—it was exposed to the air and began to evaporate rapidly, turning into a thick puff of black smoke in the air. The black smoke persisted, and it was vague inside, as if there was something else.

"Kill you......"

In the quiet room, suddenly a vague voice sounded familiar. "I'm going to kill you...... Barton! ”

"Hiss~" Brandi was shocked for a while, how could it be? Quirrell's head is gone, how could Voldemort still be alive!

He looked around in a panic, but there didn't seem to be any sign of Voldemort - his eyes swept around and finally fell back to the cloud of smoke. He suddenly noticed that the black smoke seemed to have inadvertently formed the shape of a skeleton.

"Voldemort?" He screamed in panic, "You're not dead yet!" ”

"Death?" Hoarse voices came from all directions, "The great Voldemort is immortal, Barton, I remember you—one day, I will make you pay a heavy price!" And now ......"

The smoke in mid-air suddenly rolled up, and it pounced on Brandy, enveloping him in a black mist—

"Ahh!!!!!h

Brandi felt a sharp pain in his body, rolled his eyes, and passed out on the ground.

After doing this, the black mist seemed to have thinned out a lot, and the final attack just now consumed all the power he had accumulated before. "I'll be back...... Then destroy everything for you! ”

The black mist wailed and flew out of the entrance gate.

………………

"Brandi, Brandi!"

A dark shadow flickered in front of his eyes, making him dizzy. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the object—it turned out to be Harry's palm.

"You're awake...... Harry rubbed his still-aching forehead and pulled him up from the ground. When I woke up, you collapsed on top of my stomach and weighed me down. By the way, what about Voldemort and Quirrell? Are they dead? ”

"Voldemort probably didn't, he turned into a cloud of smoke, he knocked me unconscious, and he must have run out of the trapdoor by this time - we can't limit something that isn't even a soul...... As for Quirrell, what nonsense are you talking about? Brandi staggered to his feet, and all he felt was a terrible ache now. Quirrell's head has been turned to stone by you, how can he not die? But you're so good that you can turn a person to stone with your bare hands! You see, his corpse is still there—" He pointed in the direction of Quirrell's body, and let out an exclamation. "Huh, what about people?"

His clothes were still lying flat on the ground, but his body was gone.

What's going on?

"That's weird...... Brandi moved over in disbelief, the stone fragments on his head were still there, but the rest of the body was gone, as if he had disappeared out of thin air. He's just here, he's lying on his stomach, I can swear! ”

"Whatever, I won't jump out and make trouble again anyway......" Harry and Brandi crouched next to their clothes, and the two of them rummaged through them. Thankfully, my wand was fine. ”

Harry pulled his wand from under Quirrell's pants and cradled it in his arms. Brandi looked at him enviously, and there was a pocket of Quirrell's robe in his hand - he casually reached for Quirrell's wand and tossed it aside, he reached into his pocket again, and suddenly he touched something cold.

"What is this......" he curiously pulled the thing out.

It looked like an ordinary silver necklace with a purple gemstone on it. This gem is very interesting, it has a black arc-shaped crack inside, and if you look closely, you will even feel like the pupils of some creature, all the time watching you.

Quirrell was going to run away with the Philosopher's Stone, and he couldn't possibly have anything useless with him. That said, this thing might have some strange function......

Brandi thought so happily, with the complicated psychology of not taking advantage of the bastard, he was content to wear the gem around his neck.

"Hey Brandi, and this! This is the prescription that Quirrell snatched from you to resurrect Voldemort? Harry let out a cheer of surprise, clutching an old piece of parchment in his hand—the recipe for the Resurrection Potion.

The two men let out a gloating laugh.

"Voldemort is miserable...... Brandi grinned happily, "not only did he not take anything out, but he put his only servant at Hogwarts." I wish Hogwarts had a spell specific to evil spirits in its defenses, and it was better to let him wander away! ”

After touching Quirrell's 'corpse', Brandi picked up Hermione's wand and Philosopher's Stone, and he nervously checked the wand - he was afraid of leaving some scratches on the wand, because he would have to be kicked a few times when he returned, but luckily, there were no marks on the wand.

"That's right, Hermione!" Harry also saw Brandy's move, and his face changed. "Brandy, did you see Hermione when you came! She's poisoned! Quirrell in the potion—"

Brandi waved his hand easily, "Don't worry, Hermione is fine, she was about to drink the medicine when I went in, and I broke the medicine bottle." ”

"Whew~" The heavy boulder in Harry's heart fell to the ground, "It's really scared to death, if something happens to Hermione, I'll probably feel guilty for the rest of my life - I suggested she go back to you, huh?" That's not right! ”

"How did you get into that room?" He asked curiously. "I just saw a one-man tall ball of light inside the black flame, is that some kind of defensive spell?"

"......" Brandi's face turned into a little embarrassed, and he unbuttoned the outermost robe with some embarrassment - Harry was surprised to find a handful of shell-like shards scattered in his arms. Arashi's dragon scales, which Dumbledore gave me the last time he talked to me...... He said he could prevent most evil spells, and that's how I got through the purple fire. But that black flame seems to be a little more terrifying, you see- it's all shattered......"

"But it at least saved my life, didn't it~ and successfully prevented Voldemort's resurrection!" Harry smiled and comforted him, "It's the best deal, isn't it......"

"But here's the problem...... How do we get out of here now. ”

“………………”

Since they couldn't leave the room, the two simply sat on the floor, arguing to each other about their experiences after separation. Brandi spoke to Harry about how they had led the Stone Swordsman in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the dragon, from the head-on wrestling to the surprise attack from behind, and finally using the jiu-jitsu of Parvati's hometown to successfully bring down the spinal dragon, successfully riding on it and knocking it unconscious.

"You don't know how much magic I used to deform the joints in order to make that broken stone a difficult yoga pose!" Brandi said indignantly, "Parvati's stupid mind is full of those who stack themselves on top of each other...... If only I could know a little bit of Chinese kung fu, it wouldn't be a matter of minutes to beat a dragon that can only scratch with its claws. ”

Harry clutched his stomach and laughed breathlessly. He leaned back and laughed until he noticed something in the room......

"Brandi," he thought of something interesting, "didn't you say last time - if you have a chance next time, you should try this Eris Magic Mirror~ Now that the opportunity has come, do you want to take a look?" ”

"Huh?" Brandi was stunned for a moment, then he looked up at the magnificent floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Dumbledore wasn't here, and everyone but himself should not be able to see what he was seeing. It's a good opportunity...... But? Brandi touched his chest, he didn't know why, he had been feeling a little uneasy from the beginning.

Is what you see really what you want to see?

"Don't bother with Brandy, if you don't look at it again this time, Dumbledore will definitely transfer it when he comes back!" Harry's voice rattled beside him, almost as seductive as a demon's whisper. "Give it a try!"

Unable to resist Harry's persuasion, Brandi reluctantly stood in front of the Mirror of Eris - he opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

"How? Blondie...... What do you see? Harry couldn't wait to lean forward and put his arm around his shoulder.

Brandi's expression began to grow strange - he was smiling calmly at first, then slowly starting to become unnatural, his eyes widening and his face crawling with a look of horror.

Harry began to wonder if something was wrong with the Mirror of Eris.

"Brandi! Brandi, are you alright? He quickly shook his shoulder, hoping to clear him up—but that didn't work in the slightest, and Brandi seemed to be hallucinating in some way, his face growing pale, and his body trembling violently.

Immediately afterward, he let out a hoarse cry and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The bright red Philosopher's Stone popped out of his pocket mischievously, shimmering with an intoxicating red glow in the faint candlelight.