Voldemort passed by Nolin, who was standing in place, and the light spot at the exit swallowed Voldemort's figure little by little.

Norlin glanced at the space shrouded in a strong aura of death and smiled silently.

Saying that this kind of scene doesn't scare him, but this is the scene presented in Voldemort's heart, and it is not difficult to see that what he fears most is death after all.

Above the sky, the faint feeling of being watched by someone once again came to Norin's heart. Norlin quietly glanced at the sky, which was also shrouded in darkness, and there was not a trace of anything unusual to be seen.

Norlin suppressed this doubt in his heart and followed Voldemort out of the mirrored world. This space was too oppressive for him, and he couldn't stand it for a while. There was also a Harry waiting outside the mirror, and he couldn't guarantee that Harry's spell would be 100% effective against Voldemort.

As it turned out, Nolin's worries were a bit unnecessary.

Harry held the Philosopher's Stone from nowhere in his left hand, his eyes fixed on the Mirror of Eris.

When a ripple appeared in the mirror, he raised his vigilance and waited for his right hand to move. Although he didn't know what Norlin's purpose was for him to grab Voldemort with his hands, Harry chose to believe him.

Voldemort's figure slowly stepped out of the mirror, and he saw the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand at a glance. It's just that Voldemort no longer has the joy of imminent success, but feels that the philosopher's stone is Dumbledore's silent mockery of himself.

Harry's eyes froze, and he grabbed Voldemort's hand tightly the moment he appeared.

The stunned look on Voldemort's face lasted less than half a second, and a sharp heart-rending pain came from Harry's fingers, as if even his soul was about to be torn apart.

He hunched over in pain, blistering his fingers on Quirrell's body. Then there is the body, the neck, the face......

Seeing that the situation was not good, Voldemort immediately withdrew control of Quirrell's body. The next moment, Quirrell, who had regained his senses, suddenly rolled on the ground, as if countless flames were burning in his body, and the wails echoed in the room with a terrible sound, and the situation was so terrible that Harry was startled.

When did I become so powerful?

Harry withdrew his right hand and shook it uncertainly, looking confused.

Norin's eyes, who had just emerged from the mirrored world, narrowed as he saw a wisp of black smoke emanating from Quirrell's body, slipping out through an exhaust hole and disappearing without a trace.

Norlin shook his head, not thinking of pursuit. He walked over to Quirrell, Quirrell's struggle gradually subdued, his eyes staring at Norin in distraction, as if he wanted to say something, his lips slightly open and closed, but he couldn't make a sound. Eventually, his eyes closed and he lay silent on the ground.

Serving Voldemort like a father, being a cow and a horse, and letting Voldemort bend over at the cost of his own vitality, in exchange for this end, Norin couldn't help but sigh a little when he looked at it.

"Let's go, it's over." Norin stopped looking at Quirrell's body and said to Harry, "I think Ron needs to stay in the hospital for a while. ”

"Huh?" Harry, who was in a daze, was startled and said anxiously, "Damn, how did I forget Ron...... He and Hermione were still outside......"

Then, at a glance, he saw Quirrell lying on the ground and out of life, and Harry's eyelids jumped when he saw the corpse for the first time, and he asked in fear:

He ...... He's dead? ”

"Dead."

Norlin nodded and walked towards the door, "Let's go, Professor Dumbledore will take care of the rest of the matter." ”

Harry glanced at Quirrell with apprehension, and hurried to keep up with Norin. Hermione almost cried tears of joy when she covered her face when she saw them come out unharmed.

Dumbledore stared at Ron on the hospital bed for a few seconds, and the old voice rang in their ears,

"Come to my office and talk, all three of you."

After meeting the Headmaster, Harry and Hermione had obvious surprise and relief on their faces.

It wasn't long before the three of them were sitting in soft chairs in Dumbledore's office.

"I have to say, you have been a little reckless in this matter, but you have been very brave and brilliant - including Mr. Weasley in the school hospital."

With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, Nolin floated a steaming cup of tea in front of them. Dumbledore smiled softly, his blue eyes glinting.

The first time they came to the Headmaster's office, Harry and Hermione were a little reserved and didn't immediately pick up the teacups. Norlin blew on the hot air in the cup, took a sip, and said:

"Honey black tea, it seems that the principal really likes everything related to honey."

"What old man would refuse honey?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, each holding a teacup and taking a sip, some of the agitated emotions slowly calming down.

"By the way, Professor, the Philosopher's Stone—"

Harry patted his head and remembered something, pulled the bright red stone out of his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore casually put it on the table and said with emotion:

"I'm grateful to you for doing so hard to protect the Philosopher's Stone, but sadly, it's completely out of effect."

"Useless?" Harry asked, puzzled, "What about your friend, Nick Lemay......"

"Oh, you know Nick?"

Dumbledore said, his tone glaring, "You made this clear, didn't you?" ”

"Sort of."

Harry glanced at Hermione with some embarrassment, realizing that it was all her fault.

"But, in that case, he and his wife are going to die, aren't they?" Hermione asked, blinking.

"They've got some elixir in store, enough for them to get things right. And then, yes, they're going to die. ”

Looking at the stunned expressions on Harry and Hermione's faces, Dumbledore said with a smile,

"I know that for people of your young age, death is a very distant thing. But for Nick and Perenal, death is actually the equivalent of finally going to bed after a long day.

And, in the eyes of the very sober-minded, death is nothing but another great adventure. The Philosopher's Stone isn't really a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have, how long you live, you can get what you want. These two things are what human beings want the most, and the point is that human beings prefer to choose the things that are least beneficial to them. ”

Harry and Hermione didn't know what to say for a while. Norlin leaned back in the soft chair, sipping honey tea one by one, without saying a word.