Look at the old man again, although he is in pain now and wants to twist his skull off, he still endures the extreme pain of squeezing his soul, at least he can barely stay awake.

Feeling that the strength of the magic was almost high, Tom the maggot raised his wand to blow up the ceiling above Harry.

He had to pay extra attention now, he had to calculate the timing and position of his shot, just break his leg, and don't crush this magic stone extractor to death.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly bloomed, and everything in his vision was distorted.

Oops!

Voldemort screamed in his heart, and although he withstood the mental pain with his willpower, the physical reaction of the pain forced his immediate, flawed body, into a desperate situation.

By this time, Harry was already lying on the ground, covering the scar on his forehead and trembling.

Ever since he met Voldemort, Harry's scar had been painful, and it had become more severe as time passed.

As the Dark Lord shattered some of his soul, the pain began to rise rapidly, and soon Harry fell to the ground unconscious, leaving his body twitching from time to time under the effect of pain.

Voldemort actually laughed out loud when he saw this, is this fate? He calculates his own organs, but he always misses the goal he is pursuing.

His plan had been completely frustrated, and even if Harry had been restrained at the last of his sobriety, there would be no energy left to force him to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

In the airtight confrontation with Dumbledore, he was once again defeated by the man he had feared the most.

And now, he was almost unable to control the magic that was starting to get out of control.

At this point, Voldemort, who had no hope of the Philosopher's Stone, calmed down and glanced at Harry lightly, boy, don't die.

"Boom." With a loud explosion, Voldemort's deformed body was torn to pieces by the spurting magic and surged in all directions.

The illusory and broken soul fluctuated in the waves of magic, and before leaving, he glanced at Harry again meaningfully, and the prophecy aside, this time he was really interested in the boy himself, and if he used it properly, it might bring him an unexpected surprise.

Seeing a light blue curtain of light enveloping Harry, Voldemort knew that someone must still be paying attention to this place, and protected the reckless boy.

The end of defeat is already doomed, since there is no power to change anything, it is better to end this farce as soon as possible, and the dignified Dark Lord does not disdain to be the wailing of a defeated dog.

Goodbye, fateful boy, I hope that next time you will be able to meet the true one who brought you supreme glory - Lord Voldemort.

Silently saying goodbye to the boy who was terrified, but still mustered up the courage to charge at him, Voldemort's remnant soul rushed to the ceiling at great speed, piercing through the past and disappearing into Aini's perception.

By the time Eni entered the room with Hermione, everything was calm.

"Harry!" The little witch anxiously rushed to her little friend who fell to the ground, "Ani, come quickly, save him." ”

"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry was fine, not hurt at all, just a little tired. As the controller of the enchantment, Aini is well aware of the boy's state, and the fact that he is unconscious is just because of the excessive energy consumption in the hedge of the soul.

"Don't worry, rest for a few days, get a good night's sleep, and wake up a great guy again." Ani comforted Hermione softly and helped the little witch to her feet.

Then he waved his wand, and Harry's robe suddenly became energetic, and he stretched himself evenly, and then the fabric on the four corners worked together to lift his master's unconscious body.

If you don't consider the difference between the legs and the tail hanging on the ground, this style of painting is very toothy.

As if for the first time, he had the ability to move freely, and the robe trotted excitedly, and his short legs staggered quickly, and he ran back with a smoke.

"It's an indescribable transfiguration, if only I could do it." Hermione's voice trembled a little, tonight's experience was a little too underworld for a little girl.

Although he did not witness it, a professor died like that, except for a small patch of ashes.

When she saw Aini, Hermione's heart had a new reliance, and after the girl's tense nerves relaxed, all kinds of thoughts came flooding back, even making her think that her brave performance just now was just an illusion.

She was scared now.

The little witch, who was in dire need of security, timidly grabbed the corner of Aini's clothes and followed him back step by step.

"I think you'll be able to do it before you graduate from third year, Hermione, and you're probably more talented than you think." Ani did not hesitate to praise the young girl Xueba, and sometimes the praise had a stronger healing effect on the fear than comfort.

"Really?" The little witch's cheeks were slightly red, and her steps were brisker.

"Of course it's true, otherwise I'll have to add an A to your third-year Transfiguration score."

How did you say such horrible things in an understatement tone, hey!

Thinking of an A mixed in with an O on the report card, Hermione only felt that her body, which was a little warm, had become bad.

You are abusing your power!

The little witch's delicate little face was angrily squeezed into a bun, and she angrily spread her hands that were tugging at the corners of Aini's clothes, and turned her back to look at him.

"If I have time, I can teach you some advanced Transfiguration, and maybe by the end of your third year, you'll be up to the mark. If you can do this, I will give you a waiver at the end of the semester and a full score directly. ”

Aini smiled and turned his head, the teachers always have the best way to deal with students.

Sure enough, the little witch looked at her with great interest, her two big eyes were shining, and they were full of curiosity.

Every time Aini taught her something beyond books, it was like opening a new door for her in the temple of magic, and the attraction of this condition was almost at the full level for Hermione.

But just put on an angry look, and it was really a little unbearable to take the words that made her change again.

"Hey, what's the voice up ahead?" As he spoke, he seemed to hear a "thump" from the front, but teasing the little witch was so much fun that Hermione was so distracted that Ennie wasn't sure if she had heard it wrong.

"I didn't hear me, let's go check it out, Harry is running away." The little witch took advantage of the steps to complete the change of expression in an instant, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up to keep up with Ani's pace, and her little hand naturally led the robe in front of her again.

At this time, the two also passed the desert level set up by Bill and Aini.

Of course, now it's just an ordinary room.

Entering the previous room, the flames had all dissipated, except for the square table with a bottle in the middle, which was empty.

As soon as they entered, they saw Harry, and the robe stopped at the opposite doorway, with a table blocking them, and the two of them couldn't see it for a while.