Voldemort and Quirrell's wails mingled together.

This punch caused not only physical damage, but also soul.

Harry was keenly aware that Voldemort's aura was beginning to wilt, and his magic was struggling to maintain it on and off.

That's what Dumbledore was looking forward to?

Harry was decisive and slapped Voldemort's face, clutching the greasy back of his head, "It's time for you to wash your hair, Quirrell, it's disgusting!" ”

Snort -

The sound of a soldering iron burning lingered for a long time.

The scar also hurt sharply, and the scene of that night came back to my mind.

Clearer.

The man died generously, blocking a curse for his life, and the woman begged bitterly, her red hair scattered, like a withered willow in late autumn, sad and powerless, lifeless.

He could hear Voldemort's breathing, the rampant laughter, and a "Avada Command".

Voldemort wailed, no longer able to maintain his magic.

The black snake dissipated, and so did the vines that bound Harry's sword-wielding hand.

With his other hand freed, he stabbed his sword back into the Sorting Hat, covering Voldemort's face with both hands.

His head was aching more and more.

Voldemort's wails grew louder and louder.

"Idiot! A sucker! He cursed, and suddenly, Harry felt the temperature of his palms fade and the pain of his scar slowly dissipated.

Spells don't work?

He looked up.

A puff of black gas poured out of Quirrell's head, turning into a thick cloud of black smoke against Voldemort's hideous, twisted face.

Soul Body!

It was Voldemort who abandoned Quirrell's body.

Harry shook Quirrell off and slapped the floor——, purple light lingered, the seal of Arden's law.

Voldemort was terrified: "What have you done to me?" ”

He felt his spirit become sluggish and sensitive.

Harry slapped him and snorted - a stronger reaction that made Voldemort wail in more pain, but it only brought him pain.

Harry drew his silver sword and was about to slash it, but it was gone.

Voldemort uttered a spell, and the black smoke flew away, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped to the end of the room—

"Dumbledore, stop him!" Harry shouted.

But no one made a move.

He could only watch as the black smoke burrowed into the wall and disappeared.

Inside the room, half-dead Quirrell, Harry, and the remnants of evil magic.

Harry pulled out the white fresh and rubbed it on the back of Quirrell's head, he didn't know if it would work, but it was the only way he could come up with it at the moment.

"Dumbledore, you're not coming out yet?" Harry raised his voice, "Quirrell is dying!" ”

A moment later.

Next to the mirror, the figure of an old wizard was revealed, and he looked at Harry, a little surprised, "How did you know I was here?" ”

"Why don't you stop Voldemort?" Harry took a sip and glared at him.

Dumbledore shook his head: "He's in a bad state now, let him maintain this remnant state, if you kill him, let him be resurrected in another place, and become stronger than now...... That's bad. ”

"You might be able to try to kill him completely." Harry smeared two layers of white on the back of Quirrell's head.

Dumbledore shook his head again, "No, I can't. ”

Harry raised his eyebrows: "The most powerful white wizard, he actually said that he couldn't kill a dark wizard who was not my opponent?" ”

"Professor Snape didn't shove the dung stone into my head, but yours?"

"The prophecy says that only you can kill him." Dumbledore replied earnestly.

Harry frowned and asked, "Are you so superstitious about prophecy?" ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, and looked back at the Mirror of Eris, allowing Harry to capture a complicated expression for a moment, remembrance, emotion, and loss.

This kind of look, he is too familiar.

In Kyle Mohan, Geralt talks to him about Triss with this expression.

"Looks like you have a past with some soothsayer?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore was a little helpless: "Harry, just spare me." ”

"Severus has come to scold him more than once because of your acuity—he thought I told you that."

"If you dig up my past, I don't have a good person to vent to."

Harry nodded, "It seems that he is still alive, but for some reason, you can't see each other again." ”

Dumbledore's face froze, "Let's change the subject." ”

Harry pulled the Philosopher's Stone out of his pocket, held the Gryffindor Sword in his other hand, and pointed it at Dumbledore, "Then let's settle the score." ”

"What are you doing here?" Dumbledore wondered.

Harry played with the Philosopher's Stone, "You don't trust me, Dumbledore. ”

"I've always believed in you." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You're testing me, or you're testing me." Harry stepped forward and approached Dumbledore, "Saving Quirrell is just an excuse, you don't care about his life or death, you haven't even looked at Quirrell from just now to now. ”

"Even though I'm applying medicine to Quirrell, you've been staring at me."

Dumbledore didn't retreat, and even took a step forward and approached Harry: "He chose Voldemort on his own initiative, wasn't he?" ”

"You used this excuse to turn me down." Harry ignored him, and at his own pace, continued, "Let me face Voldemort - it's not so much that you want to see the effect of that spell. ”

"Well, you want to know what kind of person I am?"

Harry paused, and suddenly threw the Philosopher's Stone at Dumbledore's head.

As it approached, it abruptly stopped, hovering in front of Dumbledore's head.

"You wonder if I'm going to crave the Philosopher's Stone too." Harry pressed the tip of his sword against Dumbledore's chest, "Isn't it a guy who pretends to be amiable, but is actually wolf-hearted and ambitious." ”

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, taking the red stone into his palm: "You are not amiable at all, and your mouth is comparable to that of Severus. ”

"It's a really nasty feeling." Harry scoffed, "It seems that you are really used to taking people for fools. ”

"When I'm ready to go to school, start arranging?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Why do you say that?" ”

"Voldemort may have been hit hard and made a fool, but I didn't." Harry shook his head, "Everything was so logical. ”

"If I hadn't noticed so many things, I'd have picked on you."

"Maybe... I'll learn from Hagrid about the theft of the vault and the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"Perhaps, even if I didn't ask you for my parents' inheritance, you'd give me the Cloak of Invisibility, and then design to make me run to Louwi's room and give me a hint that the Philosopher's Stone is stored here?"

"And then I found out that Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and going to you, to Professor McGonagall, would persuade me to dismiss the idea for all sorts of reasons—I had to come up with the idea that only I could stop Quirrell."

"You're sharp, but don't you think too much?" Dumbledore smiled.

Harry's face was expressionless: "Can you explain that ......?"

"Why is it the Devil's Web?"

"I don't think Professor Sprout can get the dragon's claw vine or the thorn tree, I've seen them in the Forbidden Forest."

"Why did you put the antidote and hints on the table in the last room?"

"It took a lot of thought to convince Professor Snape to do this."

"Don't say it's me, Hermione, Ron, or any of the other good first-year wizards can pass these exams, a unique final exam?"

Dumbledore nodded: "You are very smart and calm, but can you take the sword down first, I am uncomfortable." ”

Harry sneered, not moving.

"I think I can explain." Dumbledore spread his hands, "After all, you are the boy who never dies, the savior of the wizarding world, and you are very talented......"

"I'm worried that you'll go astray, after all, the last person I failed to see through his nature has caused a catastrophe."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore nodded, he was about to say something more.

The black flames dissipated in the doorway.

The black-robed man hurriedly walked in, caught a glimpse of the scene in the house, was stunned, and stopped at the door: "Potter! ”

"And Dumbledore!"

"What the hell are you guys up to?"

"Miss Granger told me, are you going to stop the Dark Lord, or the pact with Dumbledore!"

Harry replied, "I stopped, but Dumbledore didn't make a move, and let him run." ”

"Dumbledore!" Snape gritted his teeth, spat out a few syllables from the gap, and clenched his wand tighter, "All your brains turned to syrup?" ”

"How did you get him into Hogwarts?"

Harry opened his mouth to remind, "He's been possessed by Quirrell, and Dumbledore didn't tell you?" ”

"Aha." Snape sneered, "Potter, it seems that our dear Headmaster Dumbledore has mistaken me for you, a reckless wizard who can only play with a sword. ”

"Oh, Severus, listen to me......" Dumbledore waved his hand.

Harry interrupted, "I think we need to teach Headmaster Dumbledore a lesson. ”

"You've finally made a pretty sensible suggestion." Snape grimaced, "I'm glad that this time has had some effect on your education." ”

He waved his wand: "Blade without a shadow!" ”

Harry stabbed hard at his feet, the sword against his chest.

There was a bang-

Dumbledore's figure dissipated in a cloud of flames, Harry's sword pierced through it, stabbing nothing, and Snape's spell was broken.

Let's go to the Mirror of Eris.

"Oh, wait, this mirror can't be destroyed." Dumbledore appeared on the other side of the mirror, and with a wave of his wand, the space seemed to fill with sand, Harry froze, unable to move, and Snape's spell froze.

He walked over and patted the Mirror of Eris.

The mirror vanished out of thin air.

Wave your wand again.

Harry was able to move again, staggering to a halt, the spell striking the wall with a deep scratch.

"Alright, now let's move on." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the two of them.

Harry snorted.

Snape put away his wand.

Professor McGonagall arrived, panicked, followed by a group of jumping chess pieces, "Potter, how are you?" Mr. Weasley said to me......"

As soon as she entered the house.

Seeing Snape, Dumbledore, Harry, and Quirrell lying on the ground, I was a little dazed.