Stepping over the flames, there was darkness in front of you. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A few steps forward, the two of them finally passed through the flames and came to the room behind the flames.

In front of him is a staircase that extends downward, and at the end of the staircase is a flat ground with a large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the middle.

In front of the mirror, there was a figure standing with his back to the two of them at the moment.

It's Quirrell!

"It's him!" Hermione and Penelope both stared at in surprise.

"Welcome!" Quirrell's voice stopped stammering, and his tone was full of smugness, "Welcome, Harry Potter!"

He turned around with a victorious smile on his face.

However, when he saw the two people behind him, the smile on his face froze for a moment.

"How could it be you?" Quirrell said in disbelief, "What about Harry Potter?

"Potter, where are you? Do you, who are called the saviors, want to avoid this fate?" Quirrell cried out like a madman, and the scene was momentarily awkward.

As if she couldn't stand it anymore, Hermione slowly raised her hand and said, "Well, excuse me, Harry didn't actually come." ”

"What are you talking about!?" Quirrell jerked at Hermione, "how could it be, how could Harry Potter not come, only him- only he could take that Philosopher's Stone out of this damn mirror!"

Quirrell frantically waved his arms, clearly unable to accept this fact.

At that moment, a sharp, eerie, snake-like voice erupted from Quirrell's body.

"Let me talk to them!"

"Master, you're not in a stable state yet!" Quirrell's voice trembled, and he looked terrified.

"Don't talk nonsense, do as I say!"

Quirrell's body shook violently, as if something terrible had happened. He trembled and stretched out his hand, untying the scarf around his head little by little.

The ridiculous scarf was untied and thrown aside by him.

At this moment, Quirrell slowly turned around.

Yes, Hermione, and the others finally saw the source of the voice.

It was a face that seemed to grow on the back of Quirrell's head, and the owner of the face seemed to be suffering all the time, and its features were distorted and almost deformed.

The face spoke, and a cold, greasy voice rang out.

"You were brave enough to be here, but you obviously chose the wrong place to take the risk. The owner of the voice, the face that grew behind Quirrell's head, said, "Now, tell me where Harry Potter is, bring him to me, and I will save you from death!"

The moment the dead word came out, it was as if a cold wind was blowing through the room.

Hermione and Penelope couldn't help but shudder, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

"Y-who are you?" Hermione asked in a nervous tone.

"I, you ask me who I am?!" the face's voice grew sharply and roared as if enraged, "Ignorant young wizard, you don't even know the great Voldemort. Standing before you at this moment is the greatest and most feared Dark Lord in history!"

"So you're Voldemort!" Hermione looked relieved, "I was scared to death, I thought it was some terrible evil monster, but it turned out to be just Voldemort." ”

Quirrell: "......"

Oh, my God~!

What is this guy talking about?

It's just Voldemort - that's it?!

Didn't she know what Voldemort meant?

He dared to say such a thing, and he said it in front of Voldemort himself.

Oh my God~ She must be tired of being alive!

Quirrell's whole body trembled, and he could feel the anger in Voldemort's heart at this moment, it was an anger that could not be extinguished by the waters of the four seas.

He's Voldemort!

The greatest and most feared Dark Lord of all time.

I was despised by a little girl today!

"Unforgivable, unforgivable!!"

Evil magic enveloped Quirrell's body, a chill that felt like it was about to freeze the entire world.

Wisps of chill spread through Quirrell's body, and Quirrell himself was the first to suffer.

"The master is angry, the master is angry!"

Patches of frost began to spread on Quirrell's eyebrows and eyelashes, and his entire skin turned blue-gray, and his body was almost frozen into popsicles.

"Be careful, although the teacher said that Voldemort is now a lost dog, even if he has less than one percent of his strength left, he can't be taken lightly. Penelope took out his wand and looked at Quirrell in front of him with a wary look.

Loser!

The anger in Voldemort's heart exploded in an instant, as if a bucket of gasoline had been poured on him.

"Damn, you all deserve to die!" he used his magic power to control Quirrell's body, and took Quirrell's wand and shot a death curse directly.

The grim green magical light of the Death Curse pierced the distance of space, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Penelope.

This stinky girl who dared to use "lost dog" to describe the great Voldemort, and the first thing Voldemort wanted to kill was the one who was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"Armor protection!"

It was worthy of Voldemort, even if he was just a wisp of geism attached to Quirrell's body at the moment, but this angry death curse was still amazingly powerful. That unparalleled spell casting speed alone is enough to make most wizards embarrassed.

Penelope reacted quickly and cast a spell in front of him.

But she still underestimated the power of Voldemort's death curse, or rather, she underestimated the lethality of the phrase "lost dog".

The enraged Voldemort erupted as if a small universe, and the power of a death curse was comparable to that of his peak.

'Bang~' The magic exploded.

The "armor talisman" in front of Penelope didn't last even a second, and was directly blasted to pieces by Voldemort's death curse. The remaining magical power fell directly on Penelo's body, and her whole body was immediately surrounded by a green light.

"Senior sister!" Hermione exclaimed.

Seeing that Penelope was about to die under this death curse, Voldemort's face even showed a look of relief like revenge.

At this moment, a divine light suddenly burst out from the necklace that Penelope was wearing around his neck, turning into an unbreakable barrier directly between Penelo and the death curse.

'Bang~'

The death curse that slammed headlong into the barrier exploded, turning into bits of green light and dissipating into the air.

"This can't be!" the smile on Voldemort's face froze, and he watched the scene in disbelief.

That's when ......

"Except for your weapons!"

A spell shot in, and it bounced off Quirrell's wand.

It's Hermione!

The little girl reacted quickly, and after finding out that her senior sister was fine, she immediately cast a disarming spell, and while Voldemort was still in surprise, she didn't have time to react, and directly knocked the wand in his hand away.

Knocking off Voldemort's wand with your weapon is enough to make the little girl show off for years.

You know, since Voldemort became a climate, no one has knocked his wand flying. Even Dumbledore didn't do it back then.

Hermione also had a happy smile on her little face when she saw her magic work, but she didn't stop there, but quickly shot three magic shots in a row towards Voldemort.

"The wand is flying!"

"Hang the Admiralty upside down!"

“......”

In the third spell, Hermione's mouth moved, but she didn't make a sound.

Cast spells silently!

She had learned to cast spells silently.

With a flying spell, he dared to get Quirrell's wand before Voldemort could retrieve his wand. Although the inverted Admiralty Curse was dodged by Voldemort, because the body was Quirrell's, and the previous forcible explosion made Voldemort's state very bad. After barely dodging the spell, he almost tripped himself up.

And just as he was steady, Hermione's third magic arrived.

'Bang~'

The glow of magic slammed into Quirrell's chest, sending his entire body flying.

The man was still in the air, and Quirrell's visible body began to petrify.

It turned out that Hermione cast the third magic stone petrification spell.

Quirrell, who had been under the petrification spell, was tormented that if he hadn't been forcibly taken control of his body by Voldemort, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have been beaten like this by a first-year Hogwarts student.

'Bang~'

The lithomorphized body smashed against the wall of the room, and when it hit the ground, it shattered directly into pieces of rubble.

Having lost his sojourning body, poor Voldemort could only manifest himself.

It was a wisp of black smoke, and inside the smoke was a wisp of Voldemort's remnant.

"Holy Light Whip!"

A blazing white, whip-like beam of magic struck, slamming directly into the surface of the black smoke.

"Ga~!!"

In the room, a strange cry full of pain immediately sounded, followed by the black smoke that enveloped Voldemort's remnant soul and disappeared into the room without daring to stay any longer.

"Damn~! I was still run away by him!" Penelope, who was holding his wand, stomped his foot angrily.

The magic just now was cast by her, and it was one of the few innovative spells that Ding Yi had researched.

The effect is small, but the target of the attack is relatively simple, and only deals damage to evil spirits.

Voldemort was also unlucky, and his current state just fell into this category.

Originally, after Quirrell's body was shattered, he wouldn't have been hurt if he ran away in the first place. But he still wanted to attack Penelope and Hermione, but the two little girls didn't have anything to do, and he himself died in pain.

"It's over!" Ding Yi, who was hidden in the shadows and saw from beginning to end, checked the mission and found that the "thwarting Voldemort's first conspiracy" in the mission requirements had been completed, and now all that remained was to gain Dumbledore's trust and not complete it.

Closing the mission interface, Ding Yi turned his head to look at Dumbledore on the side, and said with a smile: "The philosopher's stone you borrowed doesn't seem to be of much use in the end!"

Dumbledore: "......" (To be continued.) )