Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 66 Red Dance

Inside the spacious stone chamber, Harry and Ron were separated at both ends, constantly casting spells at Damon while running!

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Daemon stood beside the stone platform in the center, motionless, constantly counteracting the two men's spells and attacking them from time to time.

At first, Harry and Ron would be stunned when their wands were knocked down, but now, they would immediately try to pick up their wands and roll to avoid the next attack.

The two men were so focused that they had no time to think about anything else. They focused all their thoughts on how to defeat Damon.

Hermione looked at the three people fighting and felt secretly anxious, but she always felt that something seemed to be wrong - she looked at Damon who had not moved a step from beginning to end, and her mind moved slightly.

Is it possible—will it be said—

Seeing the spells cast by Harry and Ron becoming increasingly powerful, while Damon remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about the outcome of the battle at all, Hermione felt as if she had grasped some tangible answer and shouted:
"Harry, Ron, stop fighting!"

But Harry and Ron could no longer hear her.

They just felt the blood in their bodies burning!

Their breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows, magic power was boiling in their bodies, and the red light emitted from their hands was so powerful that even they were shocked and numb!

But all this is still not enough for the figure standing in front of the stone platform.

Faster - Stronger - More precise - More resolute will!
Harry and Ron's eyes met as they ran, and they saw the determination in each other's eyes.

How strange! They were still laughing at this moment? If they lost, the Philosopher's Stone would be taken away, and Damon would leave. How could they still have the leisure to laugh?
Also, did Hermione just say something?
Forget it, forget it.

Now they have only one goal - to defeat Damon, and then give this bastard a good punch!
With such strong power, why would he need to join Voldemort?
Or, what are his difficulties?
The hearts of the two men trembled violently in the red light, and then they were filled with determination!
"Ex-pelliarmus!" "Ex-pelliarmus!"

Two red lights as thick as a baby's arm attacked the figure standing in the center from the left and right. The red light emitted by "Disarm You" sharpened and surged in front of the transparent ripples!
Hermione watched all this with wide eyes, feeling that everything was getting out of control.

Harry, Ron, when did they acquire this level of magical power?
Such a powerful spell - even Damon shouldn't be able to stop it, right?
She looked at the figure in the center that was obscured by magic and strong light, and couldn't help but take a step closer, wanting to confirm the final result.

"Well done."

As if hearing the three people's eager expectations, the armor spell on Damon was finally broken, and the wand in his hand flew up uncontrollably, drawing a shocking arc in the air, and finally landed upright in front of Hermione.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-" Harry gasped violently, squeezing out words with difficulty, "We won, you have to keep your promise."

"boom."

Harry saw Ron fall to the ground.

His vision began to drop and dim.

He fell to the ground and saw Hermione picked up Damon's wand and seemed to be saying something to him.

Behind them, there seemed to be a tall figure standing - strange, who was that and why hadn't I noticed it before?
No matter what—he kept Damon—Harry felt his vision grow darker and darker, and he felt as if he were falling, falling, falling.
“Know-know-know-know-know-know”

Harry was awakened by a loud noise. He opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

The sunlight from outside the window poured in, the cicadas chirped loudly and densely, and the laughter of the little wizard came from afar.

Harry realized he was in a hospital—he was lying on a bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled high with stuff, as if half a candy store had been moved in there.

"Are you awake? The operation was successful, you are now a girl."

Harry blinked, and Damon's handsome face appeared before him. He could even see the spot of sunlight on his nose.

"Damon! You're not leaving!"

Harry ignored the inexplicable girl's remarks and stood up happily.

"Good afternoon, Harry."

Only then did Harry realize that not only Damon was there, but Dumbledore was also there. Hermione was standing behind them, looking at him tenderly.

Harry felt a little dazed.

He subconsciously looked to his side, where Ron was still unconscious.

"What happened? Oh, right—the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Calm down, Harry, the Philosopher's Stone is here."

Daemon held the magnificent gem in his hand and handed it to him for display.

"you--"

Harry subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, as if wanting an explanation. At this moment, Ron, who was lying on the bed beside him, groaned.

"Oh—I suppose I'd rather let them tell you the whole story."

Harry saw Damon throw the Philosopher's Stone to Dumbledore and ran straight to Ron's bed. The moment Ron woke up, he said the same words, "You're awake. The operation was successful. You're already a girl."

"Wow!"

He heard Ron's terrified cry and saw him lift the quilt to look at his lower body.

Harry came back to his senses and suddenly found that his limbs seemed to be numb - no way?

He subconsciously lowered his head to check, but soon realized that Hermione and Dumbledore were also there, and immediately raised his head again.

"Miss Granger, would you mind explaining the basics to him for me?"

Hermione nodded, came to Harry and whispered:

"We were all fooled by Damon."

"What do you mean?"

"Professor Quirrell was Voldemort's henchman. Damon stopped him, but after we arrived, he pretended to be the villain."

"Wait, you're saying that—he's not a Death Eater?"

"Yeah, of course he isn't. Have you ever seen a Death Eater teach his opponent the Disarming Spell and then constantly give them opportunities to defeat him?"

Harry followed Hermione's words and recalled the scene, nodding thoughtfully.

"Yeah—come to think of it, he never really did anything from the beginning to the end. I thought he was just too arrogant—that is to say—!"

While his chest was overflowing with joy, Harry also felt a little annoyed, although he was reluctant to get angry at Damon.

He turned his head suddenly, only to see Ron had already jumped up, his arms tightly gripping Damon's neck, his right fist swinging wildly and hitting Damon's back, crying:

"You bastard! Do you think this is funny?! I almost thought I was going to die in your hands!"

Oh, it turns out Ron is still a little crybaby.

Harry's anger subsided a little and he regained some of his rationality - he would settle the score with Damon later, but for now he had to sort out the situation.

"What are these gifts?"

He asked, looking at the pile of gifts.

"They are all gifts from your friends and admirers."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

“By the time I arrived, it was all over.

After Damon and I discussed it, his attempt to stop Quirrell became a secret, but you overcame the difficulties set by the professor, as a first-year wizard - this is remarkable."

"Now, the whole school knows how you passed the tests assigned by the professors. Of course, since you found an easier way, Damon and I did some artistic processing on the process. I think the processes he described are indeed something you can do."

Dumbledore winked at Harry.

Artistic processing?

Except for the Devil's Snare and the Key Room, they went through them seriously. The rest were all done with opportunistic methods. How to deal with it?

Harry was a little confused, but he quickly thought of the tall figure he saw in the stone chamber - so, that was Professor Dumbledore? Otherwise, how did he know everything that happened inside?
Could it be that he has been watching all this from beginning to end?

After Damon's bad joke, Harry felt much more mature.

He did not ask Dumbledore why he did not show up at that time, but kept the secret in his heart, and then - pounced on the hateful figure!

"Damon, be prepared for this!!!"

"Well said, Harry! Let's teach him a lesson!"

The two men pressed Damon down on the hospital bed and twisted his shoulders as if they were escorting a prisoner.

Seeing Damon begging for mercy and answering questions one by one, Harry couldn't help but laughed out loud, and his eyes became wet.

Hermione soon joined the "battle", holding the book and hesitantly hitting Damon on the head - this was originally intended for Harry and Ron to read when they were bored in the ward.

Dumbledore stood in the shadows, looking at the four children playing happily in the sun, with a kind smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)