Quirrell quickly emerged from the web made of the devil's vines, a simple knowledge of plants that he had not forgotten, and he soon made his way through the house of keys arranged by Professor Flitwick.

Looking for the keys?

Sorry, Quirrell chose to use his powerful magic to cast the Lock Spell.

After using his magic to turn into a puff of smoke and walk through the chessboard, he came to the troll house he had arranged, and looked at the troll that had fallen in front of the door, and Quirrell stepped forward to get rid of it.

He didn't care about the troll's lethargy at all, and only felt disdain.

"Ahh

"Bump!" Quirrell, who had just approached the troll, was suddenly slammed against the wall with a mace from the bounced troll, and the pain was so severe that Voldemort's face was completely embedded in the wall.

"Fool!"

Voldemort cursed angrily, and Quirrell grabbed his wand and covered his bloody chest.

"Broken bones!"

"Bump!"

The enraged troll was struck by a vicious Quirrell's smashing spell, and the merciless spell exploded the troll into pieces in an instant, splashing everywhere, and a smell even worse than Quirrell's garlic smell permeated, making Quirrell's eyes twitch.

Soon, Quirrell left the room and came to the potions level prepared by Snape, and it was good, Quirrell was not interested in playing puzzles, so he cast a powerful fire and water spell directly on himself, and then traveled through to the room where the Mirror of Eris was placed.

"Mirror of Eris!"

It was clear that both Voldemort and Quirrell knew it, or had used it.

Quirrell's face was a little ugly, and he recalled the first time he saw the Mirror of Eris, in which he was shown to be a great master of magic, a professor at Hogwarts, and admired by thousands of academics.

It's a pity that although he is now a professor, he is hated by the little wizards, and academically he has been rejected by major newspapers and magazines because of his talent, and he has become a useless person.

"Dreams and reality, the magic mirror of desire will arouse the desire of the heart!"

Voldemort said to Quirrell in a cold voice, "Go, stand in front of the mirror, the Philosopher's Stone is inside!"

Mirror!

Quirrell didn't dare to disobey Voldemort's words, besides, after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, he could get everything he wanted, and all his desires would no longer be illusory, but would become a reality!

Brie silently watched Quirrell's back with a sneer on his face, as long as Quirrell dared to approach the mirror, then he must have been seriously injured......

Death?

No, no, No, Brie didn't want him to die worthless, he still needed to help Brie finish off Dumbledore's suspicions and solve the Slytherin's troubles.

For him, the enemy is also a part of the exploit, and a brighter future can be obtained under absolute sanity.

Quirrell stood in front of the Mirror of Eris, but he saw images of desire, he became the greatest wizard, and the people below cheered for his wisdom!

But the Philosopher's Stone never appeared.

Voldemort seems to have discovered something...

"Get out of here!"

There are people here!

Voldemort sensed that someone was watching him, and immediately spoke to Quirrell in his head, but it was still too late.

"Shhh

Quirrell only felt that a huge purple-black flame python suddenly broke into his field of vision, it rushed towards him from the Eris Magic Mirror, expanding, and he could only quickly twist his body to dodge after being reminded by Voldemort, but it was very difficult for him to complete such an action after being attacked by the troll before, so that he was so entangled by the flame python that the python bit him on the shoulder, and the flames wrapped around him.

"Ah, it's a fire!"

Nothing burns, a symbol of tyranny, according to common sense it is uncontrollable, but under Brie's natural magic, it is obedient like a pet, like an arm and a finger.

"All curses are over!" Quirrell struggled to use his wand and cast the only spell on himself that could suppress the fire, but Brie's use of natural magic still remained, allowing Voldemort to secretly use his power to protect Quirrell's waste before the fire disappeared.

"Brie... Brie Ode!"

Quirrell was rolling on the ground in pain, his robe was tattered and dark, and his face was full of resentment when he saw Brie come out of the corner tower.

"You learned the dark arts in the Forbidden Book Zone!"

If the magic was learned through the notes given by Quirrell, the contract would have changed, but Voldemort had never sensed it, so Quirrell thought of the forbidden book area, which was the only one that was most likely for Brie to learn such cutting-edge dark magic.

"Sorry Professor, I thought you needed some warmth, your eyes are just too cold sometimes."

Brie was empty-handed, which made Quirrell feel that Brie was despising him and was very arrogant, but what he didn't know was that Brie was deciding to use all his strength at this time, and that the wand was just a cover for him now, and that natural magic was his hole card.

"I think you're waiting for someone?"

Brie knew that the outside level was Dumbledore's work on the Savior, and it was clear that the trolls had been disposed of by Quirrell...... Gross, the smell of garlic roasted troll meat, disgusting.

Brie gathered a whirlwind of magic in his hand, ready to ventilate the place.

"All petrified!"

"Whoosh!"

Quirrell scoffed at Brie for not holding his wand, and was so arrogant that he immediately hit Brie with a petrified.

Cloth was surprised, he froze with his fingers, and a leaf appeared, and then the leaf turned into a grass snake, counteracting the petrification spell, but Brie still put some water, so that the finger was knocked down, and there was some stiffness.

"You have murderous intent on me?"

With that contract, Brie had always thought that Quirrell couldn't make a move on him, but it was obvious that Brie was wrong, and that strange sense of gaze just now.

Brie looked at the back of Quirrell's head.

"Wind!"

The wind was howling, and the walls of the small stone room were constantly scratched by the wind, leaving cracks.

Quirrell tried to escape, but the wind swept him up on the ground and smashed him against the wall, leaving a dense thin gash on him with the cold blade of the wind, and the turban on his head was cut open and scattered, revealing his bald head, full of thin blade wounds.

And in the back of his head, a terrifying human face without a nose glared angrily at Brie.

"Voldemort?"

So ugly!

Who is Quirrell's master, except for Voldemort, Brie can't think of superfluous guys, sure enough, the savior saved the wizarding world, and killing Voldemort is just a lie.

"Ode!"

Voldemort roared, he didn't want to meet Brie so soon, but he couldn't hide it now, so let him teach Brie his magic.

Soon, Voldemort changed his tone again under the pain caused by the contract, and said kindly, "You are indeed a unique child, I understood it from the beginning."

Voldemort said strange things in order to guide Brie into his trap after discovering the chamber.

"Slytherin deserves to be great, as Slytherin's descendants, please let us duel fairly."

Voldemort took control of Quirrell, causing his body to twist strangely - the back became the front.

"So, cast your magic." Voldemort was holding Quirrell's wand and staring at Brie with fierce eyes, the magic he had just felt definitely did not belong to wizards, but it was familiar to him, which caught his attention.

As Voldemort straightened up, as strange as a snake-faced monster, and took a graceful posture, Voldemort said, "You know, child, I can't kill you, I just want to see how many Slytherin descendants there are."

Voldemort's eyes were red, as if to show that he had red eyes like Brie.

"I'm sorry, I have to ask, do Slytherin's red eyes have such horrible side effects?"

Looking at Voldemort's ugly face, Brie asked, but Voldemort just kept silent, Brie now didn't think of himself as a descendant of Slytherin, their red eyes were completely different.

Voldemort's red eyes were more like gems flowing with blood, and his own was more like the red glow before darkness, which Brie could perceive clearly.

But again, their waiting people haven't arrived yet.

Brie waited for the audience, while Voldemort waited for tools to get the Philosopher's Stone and a vessel for resurrection.

"I guess you're not stupid, right?"

Brie looked at Voldemort with some uncertainty, because Brie saw madness in his eyes, and maybe a little sanity, but not much.

Brie gave Voldemort a dueling salute and chuckled, "Dumbledore's such a simple trap, you're still here?"

Voldemort suppressed his body's tyranny and replied, "Dumbledore who thinks he is clever is the stupidest of all, he only thinks that Quirrell is a Death Eater, but he would never think that I would dare to come to Hogwarts!"

"This is the only chance!"

It's Voldemort's only chance to get the Philosopher's Stone, who made the arrogant Dumbledore choose Harry to be involved in this matter, maybe Dumbledore just wanted to train Harry, and wasn't prepared for him to face Voldemort, or Quirrell, but things won't always go exactly the way he thinks.

Voldemort waved his wand fiercely and struck a quick imprison on Brie, and there was a gust of wind at Brie's feet, and he jumped lightly to avoid the spell, and the spell made a small mark on the wall behind Brie, and Brie dodged a flame on his hand, enveloping Voldemort.

"You want to kill me?" Voldemort's face was cold, his strange arm waved again, and he immediately cast a powerful protective spell, a huge roar sounded, sparks flew everywhere, and fell to the ground with a rattle, and then a green light also rushed out of the firelight, shooting quickly towards Brie.

"Avada such!"

Voldemort's face twitched, the contract was in effect, he couldn't hurt Brie, just now a confinement spell was fine, he was only slightly unwell, but using this deadly requisition spell was obviously beyond the permission of the contract.

But Voldemort knew that he couldn't kill Brie now, not to mention that the wand didn't cooperate with this body, even the temporary huge magic power in his soul obtained by sucking a large amount of unicorn blood didn't want to do anything to Brie, and he was restricted everywhere at this time.

But Brie didn't, Voldemort owes him his life, Brie doesn't owe Voldemort, although Brie killing Voldemort will make the contract instantly balanced and not owe each other, but everyone is dead, and the contract will naturally disappear, at most, Brie will set up a beautiful grave for Voldemort!

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Chapter Sixty-Nine: Brie's First Encounter with Voldemort Free Read.