The footprints at the doorway were lighter and dusty.

At least two hours.

There was some soft music in the room, and he poked his head in and looked around carefully—a harp was playing on the floor, accompanied by a sleeping three-headed dog.

On it, the trapdoor is opened, revealing a path to the underground.

Apart from the two of them, there was no other magical aura.

He drew his sword and walked in.

When he got to the trapdoor, he didn't rush to jump down, but bent down to look, even if there was no light, his vision was still unobstructed—vines, dark blue tentacles-like rhizomes, it was the devil's web.

And under the devil's web, there are no other plants.

It's simple... Buffering?

He jumped down with confidence, and the devil's net immediately entangled him.

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed the Ignifa Seal, and the sparks flew - the vines immediately retreated, dropping Harry and smashing him to the ground less than a meter away.

Further on, a dense, tiny aura of magic, they fluttered their wings and buzzed through the air.

Harry could see clearly that it was a key, and it was self-evident how he had passed by the locked door to the next room, and how he had lost a broom.

He is very good at flying.

But he didn't have the heart to play a flying game at this time.

Walk up to the door and wave your wand: "Alaho Cave Open!" ”

Nothing happened, and a counter-spell was cast on it.

"The door is open!" Harry uttered another incantation.

With a bang, the lock exploded, black smoke billowed out, and Harry reached out and tugged at it, but the door remained still.

It's really full under the anti-spell.

Harry snorted and put his hand on the door - "Alder! ”

The seal slammed, clicked, cracks appeared, Harry kicked his foot again, and the planks flew wild—wasn't that much faster than riding on a broomstick?

The third room is extraordinarily magnificent.

A huge chessboard, pieces about the same height as him.

Harry had a bit of a headache and played cards... He was very good at it, and he was a little reluctant to play chess, so he walked around the chessboard, reached to the door, stretched out his hand, and the door did not open.

He was going to use the same method again, and then he could cast the Alpha Seal.

Breaking the rules of what should be done, the magic in the room is surging violently.

Click, click

The pieces came to life, they swayed, and with the knife or gun in their hand, they lunged at Harry.

Looks like we're going to have to fight!

Harry raised his hand, put a shield on himself, pounced, rolled, circled to another place, swung his silver sword, and slashed off the bishop's head with a single sword.

These are just rigid deformed constructs.

Some trouble, but not much.

In less than ten minutes, the ground was littered with fragments of broken chess pieces.

Harry didn't have a single wound on his body, not even sweating.

Inside the room, the magic continued to surge, the pieces of chess pieces wriggling and merging, and they had a self-healing mechanism that would revert to the way Harry had first seen it in half an hour at most.

He blasted open the door and entered the next room.

There was a foul stench, and there was a troll corpse lying in the middle of the room, and Harry leaned over to check it, the corpse was still warm and had been dead for no more than an hour.

There are no wounds whatsoever.

Traces of the Requisition Spell......

Cut off the troll's beard, tucked it into the hat amid the grumbling of the sorting hat, and hurried to the next room.

A table with seven bottles of potions of different shapes.

There was also a powerful magic force around the room, which was activated the moment he fully stepped into the room, and the surrounding walls and two gates were enveloped in black flames.

It's not a fire.

There is no strong curse aura, but it is very scorching, and the restrained temperature is amazingly high, not to the extent that you can rush through without a brain with a shield.

Harry walked over to the table, and in addition to the potion, there was a piece of paper, scribbled in scribbled font, with a logical reasoning question, clearly written by Snape.

He likes to use this kind of stupid way that stupid people can't do and smart people have to think about it, and then look at the anxious appearance of others, and sneering at the last sentence "troll-like brain".

Witchers most often use sigils and swords to solve problems.

This doesn't mean they don't have brains, it's just that it's more convenient - sometimes they have brains, just because they have brains doesn't mean that others necessarily have brains.

Soon, he picked out the right potion, drank it, and walked through the flames to the next and last room.

The furnishings here are simpler.

Empty, with only a gorgeous full-length mirror, and his target, standing in front of the mirror, looking at it greedily, his face welling up with a happy red light.

He reveled in his imaginary dreams.

"Idiot! Someone's coming in! A hoarse voice sounded, and he scolded a little anxiously.

Quirrell jerked his head back, but saw nothing.

"Cloak of Invisibility, it's Potter!" The hoarse sound sounded sharply again.

Quirrell waved his wand: "Hurricane Sweep!" ”

Harry took the initiative to rip off his cloak and stuff it back into his hat.

Quirrell said in a long tone, "Potter, I thought it would be someone else, like Snape, who was always holding me back. ”

"See you again." Harry nodded at him, "Looks like you're recovering well, he's better?" ”

Quirrell's face immediately turned ugly: "It's really sharp-tongued, I can always see you where I shouldn't see you, is it you who Dumbledore left behind?" ”

"A first-year wizard? Look down on me so much......"

"Maybe I don't even use it." Harry shrugged, "Looks like you haven't found the Philosopher's Stone yet?" It's been a long time. ”

"Potter!" Quirrell shook his hand and raised his wand, "Maybe you didn't suffer enough that night?" ”

Harry sneered: "What right does the person who was stabbed in the waist by me say such a thing. ”

He was about to cast a spell, and a hoarse voice sounded, "Let me meet him." ”

Quirrell's face turned terrified, "No, master, you haven't recovered yet......"

"Hurry up." The hoarse voice rang out again, "I'm not weak enough yet. ”

Quirrell trembled and raised his hand, undoing the stinking bandana that had been wrapped around his head, and turned away as the bandana hit the ground.

Bare head - Harry was the only one without hair out of all the wizards he had ever seen.

On the back of his head was a face, no nose, only two narrow nostrils, and a pair of snake-like eyes: "Potter, we finally met." ”

"Voldemort?" Harry clenched his sword and added another layer of Quinn's shield to himself, "You look ugly. ”

"I finally know why you can detect my movements, it turns out... You've been staying in this place. ”

"Why are you so nervous?" Voldemort scoffed, "You are the savior, the savior who has defeated me, the supreme and great Dark Lord." ”

Speaking of this, he paused: "So much so that I have nothing but shadow and steam, and I have to share a body with my servants!" ”

Harry added, "You have to stay in a stinking headscarf all day, no wonder you don't have a nose." ”

Quirrell's body shook, Voldemort's face barely had facial features, but it was still fiercely twisted: "Potter, we can talk." ”

"I can see that you have ambitions, even if you go to Gryffindor - you see, how beautiful your eyes are, my Nagini has them."

"That's my most precious pet snake."

"We can work together and share the Philosopher's Stone, that stone has wonderful mana and can resurrect the dead, don't you want to resurrect your parents?"

His words were full of demagogy.

"Some people say I have eyes like a cat, others say I have eyes like a lion." Harry replied coldly, "Do you know what cats and lions have in common?" ”

Voldemort didn't speak, squinting at him.

"You can catch snakes." Harry asked himself.

Voldemort manipulated Quirrell's body and walked over to the mirror, "Do you know why Dumbledore left this mirror here?" ”

Harry didn't speak.

Voldemort continued: "It is the mirror of Eris, which can reflect the desires of the heart, the most essential desires. ”

"Do you know what I saw?"

"Philosopher's Stone, I have restored my body and become the omnipotent Dark Lord again."

"Don't you want to see what your desires are?"

Harry shook his head, "Thanks, but I'm not interested. ”

Voldemort waved his wand, and the mirror flew in front of Harry, reflecting him even if he dodged.

In the mirror, his reflection was captured, and he winked at him, took out a red stone from his pocket that did not belong to him and did not exist, and put it back in his pocket.

The phantom in the mirror affects reality.

Harry felt a drop in his pocket, something heavy had fallen into—no doubt, the Philosopher's Stone.

This made his face sink.

Voldemort was overjoyed: "That's right, Dumbledore tricked me again, but he miscalculated after all, hand over the Philosopher's Stone!" ”

He waved his wand, not even chanting the incantation.

From under his robes, a large number of black snakes crawled out towards Harry.

Igna!

Harry cast the seal, and the flames surged, engulfing the black snake, and with a wave of his wand, the blue flames surged, not very lethal, but at least... Can obscure some of the view.

It's not snakes that are dangerous.

The moment Harry moved, he ran in the direction of his run, and a snake grunted and changed, forming a wall, and this path didn't work, so he went the other way, and his center of gravity was deflected—and at the same time.

"Avada suo!"

Voldemort recited the spell, and the Curse was directed in the direction where Harry was most likely to retreat - there were many Dark Wizards who could cast the Curse, but the reason why Voldemort was able to become the Dark Lord was because... He can guarantee that every life-seeking spell can hit as many people as possible.

Harry thrust his sword into the ground and pushed it with force, but he was able to dodge.

Alpha seal, slamming it against the wall.

The magic shatters, overflowing and scattering.

Fortunately, this was not the Forbidden Forest, it was just a small room, and Harry moved from side to side, and soon he was about to cut Quirrell at the waist with a sword.

Woohoo –

Hurried twice.

Voldemort looked playfully at Harry, who was close to him, and pointed his wand at it: "It's useless, I know you can use a sword, and I've been prepared for it." ”

"Goodbye, Potter."

"Ava—"

Before he could finish his words, Harry swung his other hand, clenched into a fist, and swung it at Voldemort, "Really? Did you ever think that I would use my fists? ”

Snort -

The skin on the back of the head exploded with a piercing, scalded, and bulged out with a bunch of blisters.

Harry's scar was in sharp pain, too.