Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 63 Coffin of Thorns
When Damon entered the room in the corridor on the fourth floor, there was already a harp there.

It looked like Quirrell had gone in.

Damon opened the trapdoor and put on his armor to protect himself. The fire dragon Norbert, who had cast a shrinking spell, lay on his chest - if there was any accident that Damon could not withstand, it would break the shrinking spell without hesitation to protect Damon.

Daemon reentered the room beneath the trapdoor.

Everything here was still intact, which made him a little curious - he didn't solve these defenses because he didn't want to ruin the experience of the three little ones. Why was Quirrell so honest?
Are you afraid that destroying the arrangements here will set off an alarm?

After passing through four lines of defense one by one, Damon quietly arrived at the final room and saw Professor Quirrell scratching his head at the rock base in the center.

"Idiot, someone's coming! Look behind you, it's that damned guy!"

A disgusting and sticky sound suddenly came from behind Quirrell. He turned around quickly and saw Damon holding a wand.

"Professor Quirrell, are you possessed by some disgusting bug? Do you need any help?"

"It's you!" Quirrell said in astonishment, his features twisted like a demon in the next second, "You hurt me like this, and you dare to show up here?!"

He gripped his wand tightly and was about to launch an attack when he suddenly heard a voice behind his head ordering:
"Stop, Quirrell, let me talk to him."

Quirrell's ferocious expression suddenly stopped. He stared at Damon with his eyes wide open and panting angrily, but he didn't make a move.

Suddenly, his tense body relaxed and he untied the scarf on his head without a word.

The great scarf fell down, and Quirrell's exposed head looked strangely small. Then, he slowly turned around, revealing Voldemort's strangely ugly face.

"Oh—that's disgusting!"

Damon waved his left hand in front of his nose, as if he smelled some foul odor.

Voldemort was not angered by him, but laughed:
"Seeing me like this, you're not scared at all. Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know, a loser." Daemon waved the tip of his wand and laughed. "I don't want to talk to a parasite, Quirrell. If you don't do it, then I will do it first."

Just as he was about to wave his wand, Voldemort sensed contempt and shouted angrily, "How dare you look down on the great Dark Lord? I will make you pay the price!"

His ugly face suddenly disappeared from Quirrell's mind and rushed towards Damon like a ghost. His voice hovered in the sky like the howling of a demon, "Quirrel, kill him!"

Quirrell turned around as he wished, "Yes! Master!" He waved his wand and cast the Unforgivable Curse. The terrifying green light shot out directly from the tip of the wand!
Snapped!
The green light was blocked by the suddenly rising rock pedestal, and the ground at Quirrell's feet silently turned into spikes, piercing his ankle!
Quirrell tapped the ground with his wand, and the spikes transformed into two hounds that leaped out of the ground, roaring and charging towards the children in front.

But on the contrary, Voldemort's ghost had already fled back throughout the stone chamber, wailing! The white divine light that Quirrell would never forget appeared again!

"Sagitta Divinus!"

"Bloodbound (Sanguinem Vince)!"

The wounds on Quirrell's body that had healed opened again and started bleeding!

The blood quickly formed into sticky threads, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a blood net that completely imprisoned the white light in front of Damon.

This unstoppable attack was interrupted just like that.

"Do you think the great Dark Lord would be unprepared after suffering such a great loss? Hahaha~"

Voldemort's spirit returned to Quirrell's body and he laughed.

Quirrell, with a pale face and a distorted and ferocious expression, walked towards Damon step by step.

"Now let's see how you can resist me!"

"I will return to you the pain you brought upon me, tenfold, a hundredfold. Do you know the feeling of having your heart pierced and bones torn apart? Soon you will experience it!"

Damon looked at the laughing Voldemort and Quirrell with a strange expression on his face.

"This spell is quite interesting, but what makes you think that this is the only spell I can use?"

Voldemort's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smile on Quirrell's face disappeared.

Inside the semi-enclosed stone chamber, the air suddenly became as turbulent as a river!
Quirrell's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was completely confused as he looked at the terrifying source of magic that was constantly showing its magic power in front of him!
"Stop him!"

Voldemort was roaring, and Quirrell swung his staff hastily, but it was too late.

The stone chamber, which was half the size of the Quidditch pitch, completely changed at this moment!

Spikes emitting cold light pierced out from the deformed wall. The sky was collapsing, and the ground was deforming and rising in the tremor. The entire stone chamber instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, and there was no escape!

Spikes filled every space in the room, like a big open mouth, quickly pressing in the space where Quirrell was from all four directions, swallowing up every space where he stood.

Quirrell waved his wand desperately, trying to take control of the transformation, but it was impossible. What frightened him even more was that the magic power in his body was being lost at an extremely extreme speed!

"Although I never learned anything useful in your class, let me teach you, Professor Quirrell."

"To change a transformed object whose essence has been transformed, the magic power required is dozens of times that of a normal transformation.

It would be quicker to cast a killing curse on yourself than to compete with a master Transfiguration master for the mastery of Transfiguration."

"Idiot! Use the Fiery Curse! Burn him to death too!"

Amid Voldemort's roar, Quirrell's last hiding place was also covered with spikes, and with the bite of two pairs of sharp teeth above, below, left and right, "Swish!" the flesh was pierced by the spikes, and blood splattered.

"Oh my, this scene is a bit restricted."

Damon looked at the bloody coffin chamber stained red, and with his left hand in front of his eyes, he "couldn't bear" to look at it.

"You damned little devil! How dare you! How dare you!"

The ghost's voice penetrated the stone chamber and echoed throughout the room, but because of the brain occupation technique, Voldemort could not have even the slightest effect on Damon's soul.

Filled with pain and helplessness, his voice disappeared into the horizon - after this failure, our Dark Lord will have to spend another period of dark days in the Albanian forest.

"call."

Daemon exhaled softly and flicked his wand gently.

He took over the large amount of magic power remaining in the outside world, lifted the deformation, and the entire stone chamber became empty again.

Quirrell's body was like a piece of minced meat, sinking helplessly to the ground.

“How should we deal with this?”

Daemon looked at Quirrell's body, wondering whether to use a spell to move him away or to give this lost villain a burial place.

At this moment, the stone platform shook slightly, and the arrangement left by Dumbledore was triggered.

"What's going on? Are you so unintelligent?"

Looking at the fake Philosopher's Stone that had been reassembled, Damon walked over and picked it up.

The fishing is over. I'll ask Dumbledore what to do with this fake Philosopher's Stone. If it doesn't work out, it shouldn't be a big deal if he just plays with it.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of violent footsteps behind him.

Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared behind him, which was unusual for them. They were surprised to see Damon holding the Philosopher's Stone.

"Damon?"

(End of this chapter)