Chapter 119: Soul Fragments Die!

By noon, Harry opened the map and saw Quirrell at the end of the fourth floor.

Harry figured that Quirrell should have entered the final room long ago, and he was probably in front of the magic mirror all morning, scratching his ears and cheeks, and at a loss.

Originally, Harry didn't plan to ignore Voldemort, because the opportunity to trick Dumbledore into stealing the Philosopher's Stone was this one, this was Voldemort's only chance, and once Dumbledore returned, with his shrewdness, he would be sure that something was wrong with Quirrell.

Therefore, whether Voldemort succeeded or not, he must escape the academy before Dumbledore returns.

So Harry just had to wait for Voldemort to escape on his own, so that the academy would be clean, there would be no hidden bombs, and Harry wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort's moths.

But if you let him run away safely like this, it seems a little uncomfortable.

I spent a year paying attention to him, so I let him go, who will pay for this mental loss.

As the biggest beneficiary of the Philosopher's Stone, I always feel that it is better to say hello to Voldemort, but people have worked hard to squat at Hogwarts for a year, and in order to resurrect the plan, the dignified Dark Lord has to possess a stammering coward, and he has to be bullied and ridiculed by students.

Harry crept into the fourth floor.

All the way unimpeded, and all the levels were destroyed by Voldemort.

The old devil planted the tree, and Harry enjoyed the shade.

When Harry reached the last door, he stopped suddenly, and although he couldn't see anything in front of him, he could sense someone in front of him.

That kind of breath is no different from seeing a person with your own eyes, but in another way of perceiving it.

Harry, leaning on his powerful soul, immediately sensed this man.

And its special soul trait felt a surging fire element, permeating the air.

Harry was no stranger to this feeling, as he had seen Dumbledore many times.

Dumbledore was born with a strong affinity for the fire element, but unfortunately, like Hermione, he was ignorant of the elemental existence and could not feel the slightest thing.

Harry waved his hand into the air and said hello.

A moment later, Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged like a ripple of water.

He looked amazed.

I don't understand how I was found out at all, could it be that the perfume I wore today was exposed?

But he prefers to believe that this is something special about Harry......

He made a silent motion.

Harry wondered if Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to leave, which was strange.

Since Lao Deng is back and still staying here, he should know who the man in the house who is still narcissistic in the mirror is.

How could it not be allowed to go.

But since Dumbledore didn't say it, and Harry didn't leave, he was supposed to see Voldemort.

With the intention of giving him a knife if he could, now that Dumbledore was prepared, Voldemort's fate would not be good.

I didn't expect old Deng to come back so early, and Voldemort didn't know anything about it, and naively thought that Dumbledore was being played by him.

Harry was ready to make a melon-eating crowd.

......

Two voices came into the ears intermittently, one was urgent and the other was hoarse and ugly.

“...... Master... Now ......"

“...... Old Fox ...... Damn it...... Time...... It's late...... Approach ......"

......

There was another silence, and it was estimated that a new round of attempts had begun.

Dumbledore clenched his long wand.

Harry knew the old man was going to make a move.

The door was pushed open, and the old man quickly flashed in, as smoothly as if he had been caught countless times.

Old Deng Hongliang's sonorous voice sounded in his ears: "The flames are blazing!"

Then Quirrell's angry voice said, "Armor for protection." ”

......

While eating watermelon, Harry thought: How old are you, it's like a kindergarten kid fighting, you have to shout the name of a move to make a move, and you're not a saint warrior.

If I were Lao Deng, I would flash directly invisibly, put a big face on my face, hand over a wave of black magic, and then kill and harvest the residual blood, how could I have a chance to let Voldemort wave.

The magic in the room erupted again and again, Dumbledore was still full of energy, and Quirrell's voice was gradually weakening.

After all, the Ruins of Quirrell - because of Voldemort.

Harry stuck his head out and looked inside, just in time to see Quirrell hit by a blue light and fall to the ground, dead or dead.

Voldemort rushed out of him, turned into a thin puff of black smoke, and was about to flee.

He turned his head to look at Dumbledore, his eyes hateful, as if silently saying, "I will definitely come back." ”

Dumbledore didn't expect such a change, he hurriedly cast a spell, and a row of red flames "boomed" and surrounded the room, but Voldemort circled, and the flames that came into contact with the black smoke immediately became smaller, Voldemort laughed proudly twice, and rushed to the door.

Dumbledore watched, unable to do anything.

As soon as Voldemort rushed out of the doorway, he saw a cute and handsome blue child standing in the doorway.

It's him! it's him, my killer - Harry Potter.

Voldemort hated that if he hadn't had this child that night ten years ago, he would have unified the world a long time ago.

With hatred in his eyes, he crashed into Harry like crazy.

Don't think about what you can do at all.

But Harry was calm, and when Voldemort was about to rush through his body, Harry seemed to turn into a glowing being—in Voldemort's eyes.

One by one, glowing particles erupted, and Voldemort was like a moth rushing towards the flames, only to usher in death and annihilation.

He screamed in horror, but it didn't change anything, this Dark Lord who had ruled wizards with darkness and iron for ten years, at this time, was no different from a little deflated three named Peeves.

That faint trace of darkness melted into the light!

Voldemort, die.

Dumbledore looked at the scene, a little dazed.

What's going on?

Is Voldemort dead?

How did you kill Voldemort so easily, my God, I wasn't ready.

The complexity of his mind is indescribable.

He was also curious about the white light on Harry's body just now, but Harry looked at him innocently, can you pretend to be a little more, just now he was calm, and now he has that look of horror on his face, who is it, ghost!

Dumbledore had decided to tell Harry some stories about his parents, about Horcruxes, and he had planned to wait a few more years for Harry to grow up.

However, he discovers that Harry seems to be Voldemort's nemesis, and Voldemort can't wait to be resurrected.

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