The dark red hedron that flew out of Harry's pocket was naturally the Philosopher's Stone, it was the size of a fist, it was irregular in shape, and it looked like an inferior piece of artificial glass, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The hedron contains a magical energy that is not huge, but it is very mysterious.

"This is the magic stone that can make elixir of life?"

Qi Fang carefully observed the Philosopher's Stone, and was a little skeptical about its authenticity. You must know that Dumbledore is also a very clever alchemist, although he is not as good as the legendary alchemist Nicol Lemay, but his alchemy can at least rank among the top ten in the entire wizarding world.

With Dumbledore's ability, he couldn't refine a magic stone, but there was no problem in imitating a similar magic stone.

Qi Fang suspected that the stone was a copy of Dumbledore's own private copy, and the real Philosopher's Stone was still in Nicol Lemay's hands---- so he didn't need to use the real Philosopher's Stone as bait.

However, there is a very simple way to tell if this is a real philosopher's stone.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone." Voldemort shouted in a hoarse, very uncomfortable voice, his tone full of eagerness.

"Since you want it so much, then give it to you." Qi Fang weighed the Philosopher's Stone in his hand a few times, and then threw it to Voldemort.

Quirrell hurriedly caught the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort stared at the Philosopher's Stone, his eyes emitted a crimson light, fierce and crazy, and laughed out loud: "Hahaha, the Philosopher's Stone, this is the Philosopher's Stone, it's finally here." It's been ten years, ten years! Voldemort is back......"

"Congratulations to my lord, your humble servant is willing to give everything for you." Quirrell said with a flattering face.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, a figure flashed and retrieved the Philosopher's Stone from Quirrell's hand.

"Lao Fu, thank you for helping me identify the Philosopher's Stone." Qi Fang put away the philosopher's stone and said with a smile.

Dumbledore could have created a Philosopher's Stone that could fool most mages in a way that was fake, but no matter how realistic the imitation was, it was impossible to fool Voldemort.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Voldemort's face was hideous, and he let out an angry roar.

"That's not going to work." Qi Fang shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "The Philosopher's Stone is my trophy. ”

"Then you go to die, kill him for me, and snatch the Philosopher's Stone back." Voldemort roared.

"Yes, master." Quirrell answered, raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, a cold energy roared up, and an invisible fluctuation was born in the hall, entangled Qi Fang like a devil's net.

"Broken!"

Qi Fang let out a soft shout, and the power of the divine soul gushed out, like the thunder of the nine heavens, exploding in the hall, destroying the magic cast by Quirrell.

"Fool, use the Death Curse." Voldemort shouted angrily.

"Yes, master."

Quirrell drew his wand, pointed at Qi, and said quickly, "Avada Suo!" ”

The Avada Curse is one of the three unforgivable spells, also known as the Curse of Death, the Curse of Death, and the Curse of Killing, which is a kind of dark magic that can directly kill people, and those who are cursed will almost certainly die.

In the next moment, an extremely evil, deadly green light shot out.

Qi Fang didn't dare to try the spell with his body, and after a shake of his body, he came to the outside and said, "Voldemort, I think we can have a good talk." ”

"There's nothing to talk about, hand over the Philosopher's Stone, or die." Voldemort's Way.

"I can lend you the Philosopher's Stone on the condition that you submit to me." Qi Fangdao.

"Impossible!" Voldemort said angrily.

"Avada suo!"

Quirrell cast another life-seeking spell, and green light radiated towards Qi.

Qi Fang dodged to dodge, and at the same time raised his foot and stepped the ground, only to hear a "bang" sound, the ground immediately shattered, countless gravel splashed up, and after he stretched out his hand, it turned into countless hidden weapons and shot towards Quirrell.

"Whoosh."

A sharp cracking sound sounded.

Quirrell raised his wand and uttered a spell in his mouth, and a silver-gray arcing barrier instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the flying stones like a shield.

"Bang bang!"

The rubble slammed into the magical barrier, making a series of cracking sounds, bursting one after another, turning into a cloud of powder and flying into the air.

At that moment, a bronze arm "popped" through the magic barrier, snatching Quirrell's wand.

"Click!"

A dead branch snapped, and Quirrell's wand snapped in two.

Qi Fang threw his broken wand on the ground, and reached out to grab Quirrell's arm, and as if he were breaking a wand, he broke all his limbs.

"Now let's talk." Qi Fang looked at him condescendingly and said lightly.

"Rubbish!"

Voldemort first scolded Quirrell, then looked at Qi Fang, his blood-red eyes showed a cold gaze like a poisonous snake, and said hoarsely, "What do you want to talk about." ”

"Voldemort, you are also a rare talent, surrender to me, I can help you resurrect." Qi Fangdao.

"Impossible." Voldemort flatly refused, angrily saying, "I will never submit to anyone." ”

"If you don't surrender, you die." Qi Fang said coldly.

"Hahaha, you can't kill me, I'm an immortal demon king." Voldemort shouted fearlessly.

"Really?"

The corners of Qi Fang's mouth were hooked, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, and he snapped his fingers slightly, and Wan Wan, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately cast the soul curse technique, her hands quickly formed a magic seal, and her lips opened slightly.

"Ahh

Voldemort let out a creepy scream, and his snake-like face contorted and struggled frantically, as if trying to break free from the back of Quirrell's head.

It was a pain from the soul, a hundred times more painful than the Mind Curse, and it was too much for Voldemort to bear.

Qi Fang snapped his fingers again, and Wan Wan immediately stopped casting.

"How does it feel?" Qi Fang sneered.

"What kind of magic is this?" Voldemort had a look of horror on his face.

"You don't need to know that." Qi Fang was noncommittal and authentic, posing with an unfathomable appearance. "Do you still think I can't kill you?"

"I, Lord Voldemort, will not submit to anyone, not even death." Voldemort let out a maniacal laugh, like a deranged patient, and the laughter was full of indescribable flavors.

Qi Fang couldn't help but be stunned, he had thought that Voldemort would refuse, he was also a hero, how could he be willing to be subservient, but he never imagined that he would refuse so decisively and resolutely.

However, he didn't want to play Voldemort to death, sighed, and was about to speak when a crisp birdsong sounded.

"Chirp!"

There was an air of pride and holiness in the chirping.

Qi was relieved to move, and suddenly looked back at the stone staircase corridor where he came.