Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 225 The Destroyed Philosopher's Stone?
Voldemort seemed eager to see Kyle being discovered by Dumbledore while he was making a Horcrux.

In other words, in his opinion, as long as Kyle dared to study Horcruxes in Hogwarts, he would definitely be discovered.

"I don't need to bother you, Professor." Kyle carefully put away the small piece of parchment.

Voldemort's words cannot be trusted completely, except for himself, no one else knows whether the above content is true or not.It can only be said that most of them should be true.

Before getting the "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts", it can still be used as a reference.

"You just said...Professor?" Voldemort's expression was a little strange.

"After all, you taught me something..." Kyle said as a matter of course: "No matter what, I should call you a professor."

"Oh, stupid trick..."

Voldemort sneered, "Do you think I'll let you go like this, you smart guy.

Enjoy every day of your life, I will be back one day. "

"I will find you, no matter how many Horcruxes you make, I will dig them out, you... can't escape!"

"Then you have to look hard, my dear professor." Kyle laughed.

At this time, the black flame that had been extinguished burned again, and it was obvious that someone had entered that room again.

"It came just right."

Kyle took out another bottle of potion and held it in his hand, then turned out his invisibility cloak.

"Tell me...how did you do it..." Voldemort looked at Kyle weakly, his voice getting softer, "Knowing that Quirrell is me...you can wait here in advance..."

"It's not difficult to guess, Professor." Kyle said quickly: "Horcruxes, unicorn blood, elixir of life... Combine these together, and the answer is already obvious."

"As for why I was able to come here earlier... I have to thank Bella... Ahem, Mr. Potter."

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Soon, the black magic fire flickered suddenly, and a figure slowly walked out from it.

Harry had expected to see Snape, or even Voldemort, but he hadn't.

There is only one person in the room crawling on the floor...

There was also a familiar scarf scattered beside it, which belonged to Professor Quirrell.

"Professor?" Harry walked over cautiously, but just two steps away, he was horrified to find that there was a hideous and terrifying face on the back of Quirrell's head.

Harry felt a chill down his back, and subconsciously stepped back, wanting to go back to the warm castle.

But the thought that Voldemort might have the Sorcerer's Stone stopped him.

He noticed that Quirrell seemed to have passed out, and the face on the back of his head had his eyes tightly closed. Although its lips were still slightly opened and closed, it seemed to be talking, but there was no sound at all.

Although Harry was curious, he didn't dare to move closer.

He walked around Quirrell cautiously.

Only then did he realize that there was something standing beside him, which was the Mirror of Erised that he had seen before.

"So Headmaster Dumbledore hid it here," Harry whispered.

Seeing this mirror again, Harry still couldn't help but stepped forward to take a look.

"There's nothing around here, maybe the Philosopher's Stone is hidden here..." he thought so, and then he came to the mirror.

This time there was no one else, he only saw himself in the mirror, his face was pale and frightened at first, but after a while, he smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, took it out, blinked, and put it back in his pocket again.

Harry looked confused, he didn't understand what he was doing in the mirror... asking him for money?

"Dang..."

But at this moment, a bright red stone suddenly fell from behind the mirror.

"The Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.

However, Harry didn't notice that when he said the word "Sorcerer's Stone", Quirrell behind him suddenly opened his eyes.

Just as he was looking at the Sorcerer's Stone, Quirrell stood up unsteadily.

"The Philosopher's Stone...haha...the Philosopher's Stone..." He lowered his head and murmured softly.

Startled, Harry turned around quickly, hiding the Philosopher's Stone behind him.

"Don't even think about it, I won't give it to you!"

However, Quirrell didn't mean to snatch it, he started laughing and stretched out his hand.

"Go to hell...haha, go to hell!"

Dots of flames began to appear around, and in just an instant, these flames began to burn violently, and they gathered together to form a giant eagle made of flames.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher. If it continues like this, it won't be long before the flames will fill the entire room.

"Stop!"

Harry grabbed Quirrell's arm, trying to stop him from unleashing the flames.

Blisters began to appear on Quirrell's arm, but as if he felt no pain, he grabbed Harry with his backhand, trying to drag him into the flames.

"It's all because of you... because of you... let's die together..."

Harry felt the scar on his forehead ache painfully, his head seemed to split in two... his eyes were black... only Quirrell's scream of resentment could be heard.

Other voices shouted, "Potter! Potter!"

However, this may be an illusion in his mind.

Harry's consciousness became weaker and weaker. He vaguely saw that the Philosopher's Stone he was holding in his hand fell to the ground at some point and was quickly swallowed by flames.

"No..." Harry murmured desperately, trying to free Quirrell's arm.

Then he was surprised to find that he had succeeded.

The pain on his forehead eased, and Harry, who had regained consciousness, was about to rush into the flames to find the Philosopher's Stone when he was stopped by a man.

"This is Fiendfyre, you will die!"

"Kay, Kyle?" Harry looked at the person in surprise, "Why are you here!"

"There's no time to explain..." Kyle said with a frown.

He admitted that he was a little careless.

He saw Quirrell wake up, but he didn't stop him.

Originally thought that Quirrell was just looking back, and got up to find Harry to get a box of lunch, but he didn't expect him to look like that, and he could cast the Fiercefire Curse without a stick.

Life is so hard!
Kyle grabbed Harry's arm, and the wand gradually glowed orange.

But before he was ready for the next step, Fiendfire suddenly disappeared from the room.

"Looks like I'm here just in time."

Dumbledore appeared at the door, he didn't even take his wand, he just moved his fingers to dispel Fiendfyre around him.

"Professor Dumbledore... Quirrell... the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry struggled for words.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I'll talk about this later, Harry, you need to rest now."

While speaking, his blue eyes kept staring at Kyle, seemingly surprised.

(End of this chapter)