Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

George explained, "Harry drank the antidote for the fifth level and went through the black flames all by himself, flames that couldn't be crossed by ordinary means!"

Along the way, Jimmy saw the remains of a wooden door in the second room, a shattered chessboard in the third room, a giant monster bound like a dumpling in the fourth room, and finally, in the fifth room, he met several familiar friends and a large group of senior students scratching their heads in frustration.

"Jimmy?! You're here too!" Ron saw Jimmy and it was like seeing a savior. He said urgently, "Is there any way to get through the black flames? Harry has already gone in. We can't let him face Snape alone!"

Neville and Draco, who was covered in dirt, ran to Jimmy's side, and even the older students looked at him.

"Don't rush, let me think about it."

Jimmy stared at the black flames blocking the entrance, pondering how to get inside.

Chapter 86 doesn't need to talk about dueling spirit.

The black flames acted like a portal, preventing anyone inside or outside from seeing through the wall of fire. There was no gap above the flames at all.

Basic anti-curses or water spells certainly won't extinguish it; the only option is to find a way to bypass the door.

"Can we break through the wall?" Jimmy asked the Weasley twins.

Fred shook his head. "I've tried it."

"Where is the ground?"

With his arms crossed over his chest, George exclaimed, "Failure!"

Jimmy gestured on the fire wall and said, "Have you tried to isolate the flames and use Transfiguration to create a passage?"

“It’s difficult, the fire is burning too fast.” Oliver Wood stepped out from the crowd and used his Transfiguration to create a rectangular stone tunnel, which he threw into the black flames. The flames burned through the stone in less than a second.

This is troublesome...

Everyone racked their brains, and finally Jimmy came up with an idea and decided to give it a try.

He cast a fire spell on the wall of fire, using fire to fight fire, but the flames disappeared into the black flames without even making a ripple...

"Is there a counter-curse that can work against this flame?" In the end, Jimmy couldn't think of a better conventional method, so he had no choice but to resort to cheating.

Oliver Wood actually tried it, and he said, "The Curse of All Ends had some effect, but it wasn't obvious. I'm not familiar with that spell yet."

"Let's give it a try," Jimmy said, wanting to see how it went.

“OK.” Oliver Wood raised his wand, aimed it at the black flames, and chanted, “End of all curses!”

The black wall of fire flickered, but that was about it.

As long as it works, that's enough. Jimmy clenched one fist, slapped the other hand together, and pointed at himself, saying, "Teach me!"

Oliverwood asked with a strange expression, "Are you sure?"

What effect can the magic of on-site learning have on the situation?

Could it be that Jimmy can learn and use it immediately, and even dismantle the firewall?

Despite his disbelief, Oliver Wood still taught Jimmy the "All Curses End" technique.

In an effort to recover the compensation, Jimmy spent over forty Galleons to upgrade his spell level, quickly learning this advanced anti-spell.

Then he sat on the ground, adopted the pose of a thinker, and entered a state of deduction.

If you can't handle the game, just use cheats. You can't let yourself die from holding your pee, can you?

The process of deducing the end of all curses involves constantly breaking various spells, black magic, evil curses, and curses...

Jimmy used the two simulation opportunities in April and May to improve the advanced counter-curse of "All Curses End" to make it more applicable to the present.

This spell has become somewhat like a game skill silence, but it still needs more deduction opportunities to improve. However, given the current situation, the improved version of "All Curses End" is sufficient!

Jimmy opened his eyes and tried to stand up, bracing himself on the ground; Hermione reached out and helped him up.

"Problem solved!" Jimmy confidently raised his wand and aimed it at the wall of fire.

For a moment, everyone in the hall held their breath, staring wide-eyed at Jimmy's every move.

Draco gripped his robes tightly, Ron swallowed hard, Neville cheered him on, George and Fred took out fireworks, and even the white-bearded old man peeking from the shadows tugged at his beard.

Hermione was both nervous and expectant. Although it was absurd that she could immediately announce that she could solve a problem that none of the upperclassmen could solve after learning a counter-spell, she still believed in Jimmy.

Because Jimmy has already demonstrated a miracle once, he is the youngest spell creator in history, and his image will appear on future Chocolate Frog cards.

Whether or not another miracle could be created was not on the minds of the Gryffindors present. What they should be thinking about was how to cheer and worship after witnessing the miracle.

The next second, Jimmy uttered an unusual incantation, a single syllable: "Destroy!"

The tip of the grapevine wand immediately spewed out a large amount of thick white mist, spraying it onto the black wall of fire like dry powder from a fire extinguisher.

The black flames on the fire wall were immediately obscured upon contact with the white mist, and the black flames quickly dissipated. The mist, like an attack from a higher dimension, instantly engulfed the fire wall.

Jimmy stopped casting the spell, and the fog quickly disappeared, leaving only the unobstructed staircase stretching downwards in front of him!

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!"

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!"

George and Fred set off fireworks in the air, which exploded into the shape of a majestic red lion.

Everyone cheered as if they had won a long and arduous war, witnessing Jimmy's astonishing wisdom with tremendous applause.

As the city fell, the young wizards cheered and surged up the stairs, charging towards the deepest part of the checkpoint.

But they hadn't gone far when they were blocked by what looked like an ordinary wall of fire, and at the same time they heard Harry talking to someone.

Ron and Draco, who were running ahead, heard Harry's voice and became anxious. They turned around, grabbed Jimmy, whose legs were still not fully healed, from Hermione's support, and carried him to the wall of fire.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Jimmy complained a bit. He wanted to walk slower, preferably after Harry burned Voldemort to death with the mark, so that he could loot the corpse without any danger.

But that won't work now, so let's just let Draco see Voldemort in his current ghost form.

"Destroy!" A new special counter-spell was released, and the white mist engulfed the wall of fire of unknown origin.

The white mist dissipated, revealing Quirrell, startled, and Harry, with expressions of surprise, behind the wall of fire.

When Ron and Draco, who were the fastest runners, saw Quirrell without his turban, they both stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "Professor Quirrell? Isn't that Snape?"

Harry scrambled up the stairs, shouting, "It's not Snape, it's Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Disarm you!" Although Oliver Wood had been a bit obsessed during Quidditch, he still showed the composure of an upperclassman. He squeezed out of the crowd and directly cast the Disarm Charm on Professor Quirrell.

The disarming spell hit Quirrell, but Quirrell didn't even have his wand with him, so the disarming was in vain.

But Quirrell stumbled backwards to the large mirror in the center of the room, his expression horrified, his eyes scanning the growing number of students descending the steps.

At this moment, a sharp-eyed student noticed something was wrong: the mirror behind Quirrell's bald head reflected a gloomy, watery face.

"That's Voldemort!"

Harry, standing among his friends, no longer felt any fear. He turned and pointed at the mirror, revealing a horrifying truth.

"Voldemort is hiding in Quirrell's head!"

Many Gryffindor students screamed in fear, some of it from the name itself, and others from the face behind Quirrell's head.

The courage that had been gathered seemed to vanish instantly, and many people were already retreating, which turned Voldemort's gloomy expression into a sinister grin.

Just then, a spell flew silently from the crowd and struck Quirrell, who was completely panicked.

Quirrell's secretly accumulated power vanished instantly. The spell was like a bullet that shattered his illusion, stripping him of his spellcasting ability and leaving both of their faces filled with fear.

The one who launched the sneak attack was Jimmy. When he heard that Quirrell was still alive, he was waiting for an opportunity to use the Muggle Charm, which was specially designed for Voldemort.

Once he confirmed the spell had hit, he immediately slipped between George and Fred, pointed his wand at Quirrell, and urged the surrounding young wizards to join in.

"He can't use magic anymore, let's all attack! There's no need for dueling spirit with this kind of evil dark wizard! He's nothing special!"

Another Muggle Curse hit Quirrell. This curse was like the first shot on the battlefield. The young wizards who crowded the stairs refused to admit their cowardice and pulled out their wands to cast all sorts of evil curses at Quirrell.

Chapter 87 Ants on a Hot Pan

The spells unleashed by the young wizards crowding the stairs were like a volley of gunfire, the dense incantations instantly overwhelming Quirrell.

"What have you done!" These were the words of Voldemort, whose face, which was parasitized on Quirrell's forehead, was now filled with terror, because he could no longer feel the magic in his body!

Even though his magical power was very weak after death, he had never lost it. But at this moment, the magic truly left him, and the disappearance of his innate power filled him with unprecedented fear.

Jimmy wasn't going to be foolish enough to explain his abilities to his enemy. He jumped around in the crowd, constantly casting the Muggle Charm on Quirrell to suppress his spellcasting abilities.

Without the ability to cast spells, a wizard is weaker than a Muggle street thug. Quirrell, struck by dozens of spells, slowly collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The young Gryffindor wizards erupted in cheers once again, for they had won, albeit an easy one.

Jimmy finally got his revenge. Whether he could get rid of the remaining 99 grievances depended on whether Quirrell had enough money. "Hmph! Harry, go and slap him!"

Harry was extremely excited at this moment. Upon hearing Jimmy's request, he ran over without saying a word and slapped Quirrell twice across the face.

Suddenly, Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground, screamed and jumped up, covering his cracked face in terror. Harry was so frightened that he retreated back into the crowd and squeezed into a group of older students.

But soon, Quirrell's head, which had been slapped by Harry, was completely shattered. The sight was like a piece of dry clay collapsing, and it wasn't scary at all.

A moment later, Quirrell was reduced to a purple robe that smelled of garlic. After the initial panic, the young wizards cheered and rushed back into the room.

Soon, people discovered the magic of the mirror in the center of the rotunda. They ran to the mirror, looked at their reflections and saw them as the image of their future.

Everything now looked like a reward screen after defeating the final boss, with George and Fred even setting off fireworks in celebration of Gryffindor's latest victory.

Harry Potter, the savior, once again defeated the evil Voldemort, and many young wizards vied to shake his hand.

Harry smiled happily and shook hands with the others, but soon he noticed a dark, ghostly figure emerging from Quirrell's remains not far away. His pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted, "Watch out!"

Draco was about to get a closer look at his desire in the Mirror of Erised when he suddenly heard Harry scream behind him. Startled, he turned around and saw Harry pushing everyone else aside and rushing toward him.

The crowd on the right suddenly screamed and scattered, revealing a terrifying black mist.

A human face with snake-like eyes coalesced from the churning black mist, its mouth gaping open in fury, emitting a soul-shaking shriek.

The black mist saw Draco and flew straight towards him.

Jimmy was standing right behind Draco when he saw Voldemort charging at him. He immediately pushed the terrified Draco away.

He had injured his leg and couldn't run fast, so he asked his cellmate to cover for him. He wouldn't die anyway!

Terrified, Draco didn't know who had pushed him; all he knew was that the face that had haunted his nightmares was hurtling toward him.

Just then, a figure separated him from Voldemort; he recognized that messy head of hair all too well.

“Harry…” All of Draco’s fear seemed to be shielded by this person, and the lingering sense of crisis completely transformed into a feeling of relief.