"Look what I've become!" The face on the piece of flesh squirmed, and it said, "The complex feeling of having lost the flesh, only shadows and vapors, and even spells relying on Quirrell's magic, is not so wonderful...... I don't want to continue to be in this state of being neither human nor ghost...... Okay, so why don't you give me the Philosopher's Stone? ”

Harry shuddered in horror, "What are you talking about, I just glanced in the mirror, and there was a philosopher's stone there!" ”

"Lie!" Voldemort said viciously. "Don't be stupid Potter, what secret can you hide from a wizard with great mana? I advise you to be sensible and not to waste the chance of your parents to survive in exchange for their lives...... I have always admired their courage. ”

Quirrell stepped back and pressed towards him, Voldemort's empty eyes staring at Harry, a wicked grin on his evil face.

"How touching...... James Potter, who would rather die than cover your mother's escape. It's a good idea, but he's still lacking a little bit of fire...... And your stupid mother, I didn't have to die, I just knocked her wand away. But she doesn't know what to do, so she has to pounce on you to protect you...... So, Potter. Be sensible, give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I will be merciful to spare you from dying! That's exactly what your mother has always wanted to do. ”

"Don't you think about it!" Harry's legs suddenly felt sensation, and his anger was surging wildly. The scar on his forehead ached, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and he stared at Voldemort in a furious rage. Voldemort's persuasion did not deter him, but instead made him temporarily free of his lethargic powerlessness.

He spun around and rushed towards the door that was still burning with black flames, Voldemort screaming behind him.

"You're killing yourself, Potter! Quirinus! Stop him! ”

“impedmenta！”

Quirrell uttered some incantation aloud, and Harry, who was running out, suddenly felt a pain all over his body, as if he had hit an invisible wall. He froze, then staggered backwards, falling on his back on the icy ground.

"Look, what am I talking about......" Quirrell's lazy face appeared in his field of vision, playing with Harry's wand. Why are you suffering? Losing his life for Dumbledore and the broken stone...... You know, I was still a stupid young man like you, and I always naively wanted to be some righteous partner...... Oh, it wasn't until I met my master that I realized that there is no such thing as good or evil in this world......"

He lowered his head and looked at Harry's face, temporarily imprisoned by the Obstacle Charm, and said in a bewitching voice. "There is only power, yes, only power."

"Might is justice! It's kindness! It's freedom! He shouted feverishly, "The strong can change everything, Potter." It's not something that love, friendship, or weakness like that...... Like now, will those disgusting feelings in your heart help you escape from here? Ha! ”

"Enough, Quirinus, get the Philosopher's Stone! It's in his pants pocket...... Hurry up and give it to me! ”

Quirrell kept his mouth shut. He bent down and reached into Harry's trouser pocket—he felt the stone.

"It's it, I got the master, I got it—ah!!"

At the same moment, Harry broke free from the spell with all his might, and he subconsciously grabbed Quirrell's arm to prevent him from pulling his hand. Suddenly, the scar on Harry's forehead began to ache in his heart; He felt as if his head had been split in half by an axe. Harry was about to let go, but he was surprised to find that Quirrell had begun to struggle desperately, letting out a howl of pain.

"Master - my hand - my hand!"

"Idiot, get rid of him!"

Quirrell screamed, desperately trying to shake Harry off - how could an eleven-year-old be compared to an adult - Harry was thrown into a corner by a frenzied Quirrell, and fell so hard that his eyes were even black for a while; Harry subconsciously fumbled in his trouser pocket, but found a void - the stone had been taken away by Quirrell!

Quirrell bent over in pain, his hand clutching a bright red stone—probably not a hand. The part of him that Harry had touched was blistering one by one, and it was turning rough and gray at an alarming rate, and he changed the Philosopher's Stone to his left hand in horror, and almost the next moment, there was a slight cracking sound - his right arm actually shattered into stone!

But he succeeded in the end, and he got the Philosopher's Stone.

At the moment when he grasped the Philosopher's Stone in his intact left hand, the stone erupted with an astonishing blood-colored light - circles of red symbols appeared on Quirrell's left arm, and the visible red ** force was beginning to pour into Quirrell's body. Thin blood-colored threads stretched out from his empty sleeves, intertwined with each other, like knitting a sweater, and blood-colored arms made of magic were rapidly growing out of the gaps.

"It's amazing, this feeling that I haven't felt in a long time." Quirrell's face still twitched in pain, but a greedy laugh came from his body. "I feel the growing power and it's coming back – hahahaha!!"

At Voldemort's laughter, Harry's heart froze. He was reluctant to turn his head away, staring at the black flame at the entrance gate, he failed, completely failed.

No one can stop Voldemort's rebirth anymore - except Dumbledore - huh, Dumbledore? That's Professor Dumbledore!

In a trance, he seemed to see the figure swaying in the black flames, he flashed in the flames, and then disappeared again. He smiled self-deprecatingly—but he saw it again, this time for real, a white ball of light that was forcibly moving back inside the door against the scorching black flames!

"Who is it?" Voldemort controlled Quirrell's body, which he already had - he gripped his wand with that magical arm, watching the strangeness of the doorway warily. "Dumbledore?"

The next moment, a large silver-white ball of light quickly burst out of the black flames, and it shattered completely at once, revealing the figure inside—a person that Voldemort had never expected.

"Brandy!" Harry's eyes lit up with hope. "Great! Stop him, he's got the Philosopher's Stone! ”

Brandi got up from the ground in a daze, he looked as if he had just escaped from the scene of the fire, covered in charred holes and burns, and his face was not very good-looking. "I know, Harry, I heard it at the door!"

He raised his wand and pointed at Voldemort with that vengeful joy and anger. "I'm sorry, but your resurrection celebration is probably going to be postponed indefinitely—'Flames'!"

The basin-sized red fireball swooped down on Voldemort with a tail flame, and with a flick of his wand, Voldemort flew to one side of the wall, blackening the wall to black.

"Do you think you're still embarrassed by that little trick of yours, Barton?" Voldemort smiled cruelly, "Although I don't quite understand how you managed to escape from the secret room!" But you won't get a second chance! ”

A shrill shout echoed through the room.

"Avada suo!"

A strong green light pierced Harry's eyelids, his scar hurt to the extreme, and a woman's scream suddenly rang out in his ears - he cried out in terror.

"Brandi !!!"

The next moment, silence returned to the room, and Harry opened his still sour eyes in horror, and he subconsciously looked at Brandi. A vague figure stood there straight, a miserable green spell striking him, the green light wandering across the surface of his body before dissipating.

He looks unharmed?

"How could it be—" Quirrell (Voldemort) gasped, his face full of horror as he understood the key almost immediately. "Damn! It's that magic contract! ”

"Surprised? Surprised? Brandi seemed to be furious to the extreme, he trembled, and as he approached Voldemort, he forced him to fight back with a spell that he recited as fast as if he didn't want money. You probably didn't think of that when you deceived me with the contract, Voldemort! ”

"Damn! Damn it! Voldemort frantically blocked his spell, "Don't mess with it, Barton, I'm almost—almost alive...... I can give you everything you want! Power, wealth, beauty! I... We can make another unbreakable contract...... I won't lie to you this time! ”

"Beauty?" Brandi was stunned as he stopped in front of Voldemort - Harry saw his other hand behind his back and made a quick gesture to him. Harry thought for a moment, and he stood up silently.

Voldemort saw that Brandy was hesitating, and thought he was moved by him. "That's right! You can take as many people as you want, there are so many girls in Muggle society, and when I rule the wizarding world, they will all be yours! ”

Brandy's face twitched, and then—he suddenly rushed forward and kicked it with all his might, Voldemort quickly stretched out that magic arm to block him, but it wasn't Brandi's killer move.

"Harry, do it!"

"What!" Voldemort turned around in a panic, all his energy was used to deal with Brandy, and at some point, Harry, who had risen from the corner, had already unknowingly walked around him!

Harry yelled and lunged at him with determination—he jumped onto Quirrell, knocking him to the ground, his hands pressed against Voldemort's sarcoma-like face. He felt his head explode, the pain blackening his eyes - but Voldemort was even more miserable than he was! His face was wailing in a terrible way, and steam and bubbles were pouring out of it—he vaguely saw Brandi step on Quirrell's grip on the Philosopher's Stone, and take it over!

"Next time you're trying to seduce someone, be sure to pay attention to the age of the subject......" Brandi looked at Voldemort's face that was starting to crumble with disdain, "I'm only eleven old...... Idiot! ”

Harry's heart was relieved...... Consciousness sank into darkness......