There's no problem with the magic that Taixue has.

The problem is with the material on which the spell is cast.

These days, it's not like Jin Cangshui, who is recuperating from his injuries, has done nothing.

After her short research.

This embodied body of hers.

The human body.

The reason for this is weakness, weakness, and lack of magic. This is because the material used for transformation does not have enough magic.

It's not that a wizard isn't enough to fill her otherwise vampire body.

Rather, this transformation, the process, most of the magic power was consumed in other ways, and only a small part of it was really absorbed by her.

The Philosopher's Stone could indeed solve her problems once and for all.

But for her, it's not the only way.

She can also live the life she used to have, the life of a vampire.

The only thing that has changed is the way you eat.

For Jin Cangshui, if this is the case, although there are regrets, the two main purposes of her trip to the UK can be regarded as complete.

Transform and find the crumbs that bite her.

Although the haul is no longer in England today, she has received information.

Soon after, she will leave the UK. Travel to Europe.

So, this sneak, she can accept failure.

But surprises cannot be tolerated.

...

"Let this boy pass."

The man next to her, looking at Harry who was supporting the fainted Ron in the distance, said coldly.

"Him?"

"The other one is too smart, and although I don't think he can cause us any trouble, it's safe to stay..."

Hearing this, the black-robed woman lowered her head slightly, threw the potion to Harry, and whispered softly, "I think, you should know what you're going to do!" ”

"I..."

Harry was stunned and looked down at his little friend.

Hermione was covered in dust and tugging at the corners of his coat, Ron was lying to the ground, unconscious, and Anthony was covered in dust.

Just now, they passed Professor McGonagall's wizarding chess.

As in the original story, it was Ron who led them through.

Neither of the two black-robed wizards seemed to be very good at playing this kind of game.

After Ron cleared the level, the man said proudly, thanks to the group of little wizards he left, otherwise, they would not be able to pass the level of the wizard chess game.

"Harry..."

Hermione, kneeling on the ground and holding Ron in her arms, looked up, her eyes red and swollen.

Her eyes were full of pleading, and her hands clutched the corners of Harry's clothes, afraid that he would leave.

"Whew~"

Harry took a deep breath before picking up the potion on the floor.

He knew what he was supposed to do.

He was going to save his companions and take them out.

If what Anthony said was true.

Then after the flames, it will be the dark wizard who killed his parents.

Voldemort.

Harry had heard of the time when the devil was rampant. If Voldemort does come back, maybe he will raze the school to the ground or turn it into a school dedicated to teaching dark arts.

And his parents died at the hands of Voldemort, and it was impossible for him to defect to the dark forces.

If Voldemort is resurrected, it will only be a little later than he is now.

Then, with a firm confidence, Harry raised his head and drank the potion under Hermione's reluctant eyes. Without hesitation, he walked into the black flames.

...

And less than two minutes after Harry entered the flames.

The flames of the door swelled violently.

The overflowing light of the fire spits out this spark. After a few seconds, it suddenly shrinks again until it disappears completely.

The last room is finally fully displayed in the eyes of everyone.

Ahead, Harry was staring at a face that was dead white like chalk and red eyes that looked like light on the back of someone's head.

"Then kill him, fool, and hurry up!" The face said in a shrill voice.

The next moment, Quirrell pounced on Harry, pressed him to the ground with his knees, and his red and swollen hands clenched his wand quickly, trying to recite a death curse.

"Philosopher's Stone~"

The two black-robed men outside the flames immediately noticed a red stone that had been thrown near Harry's footsteps.

"The Philosopher's Stone is flying!"

Almost subconsciously, the man held his wand and used the Flying Charm.

But the stones on the ground in the distance were unmoving.

Come to think of it, this kind of legendary-level magic item should not be affected by magic spells.

"Who?"

Quirrell, who was about to recite the incantation, immediately noticed that there were other people outside the door of the stairs.

Immediately, the wand aimed at Harry was directly deflected, and the target was the two black-robed men.

"Avada suo!"

"Avada suo!"

Two killing spells, flying from different directions, but aimed at the same person.

"You..."

"Kill me, and you'll have to die."

In the black-robed man's shocked and angry expression, he slowly fell.

These were the man's last words to say goodbye to this world.

"Go in peace!"

His gradually dilated pupils were reflected, the runes lit up in Jin Cangshui's right hand, the slender arm stretched out from the robe, and a phantom snake, like a bow and arrow, catapulted out, opened its mouth, and took away the magic stone on the ground.

The action is very fast, and the whole process takes no more than a second.

It even gives the impression that the killing spell and rune magic are cast at the same time.

"Hand over the Philosopher's Stone!"

Seeing that the Philosopher's Stone had been snatched away, Voldemort, who was attached to Quirrell's head, roared angrily.

Quirrell kicked Harry away from him, turned his head, and flew towards the golden water outside the door.

"Give it to me, you damn bastard. Seed. ”

"Humph!"

She dodged the attack.

Then with a quick wave of his wand, a cloud of black smoke filled the room.

Anthony on the side looked at the scene in front of him in horror, because... He'd seen this scene before.

There was black cover and an uncertain green light all around.

Even more terrifying was the terrifying laughter and anger in the smoke.

How similar is this scene to the picture in my dream?

If, as in a dream...

Thinking about it, Anthony hurriedly hugged Hermione, pulled Ron and rushed to the side.

The next moment, with a chaotic sound, the Grim Reaper passed by him.

It was the Killing Curse that hit him where he was...

This...

It's exactly like his dream!

So what's next...

Sure enough, it was Quirrell who rushed out of the smoke screen, he was looking at Anthony and them gloomily, as if he was surprised that he could avoid his killing curse, and behind him, in a cloud of smoke, a blurred figure suddenly shook, and then, another green light struck, only this time the light flew towards Quirrell.

"Bang!"

Voldemort behind Quirrell's head saw this, he directly controlled Quirrell's body, waved his wand, turned a piece of rubble on the ground into a rabbit, and then threw the rabbit over, and the killing curse hit the rabbit made by Transfiguration, canceling each other out.